The other day, The Wretch and I had another of our engineer/writer conversations. I innocently mentioned that I'd used his radiant heat transfer nonsense in this blog.
He, male that he is, became defensive and said, "You obviously don't appreciate physics." He's right. I don't appreciate physics. But that's beside the point.
Can you bear to hear another of our conversations?
The Wretch: There are three kinds of heat transfer: conductive, convective, and radiant. What you're feeling in the sun is radiant.
The Wretch: As I explained earlier, you only THINK you're hotter in the sun.
Me: (Wiping away copious amounts of sweat, only THINKING that I'm hot.) Thank you for explaining it so clearly.
The Wretch. Glad to be of help.
Me: I'm not saying that I'm hot, but do you think we could get out of this damned radiant heat transfer?
The Wretch: As long as you're not saying you're hot, yes.
Me: I AM NOT HOT. Now, get me out of this radiant heat transfer before I'm parbroiled.
The Wretch: Of course, my love.
Gem for the day: don't tell your mate that you're hot in the sun. Men just don't get it.