Just over a year ago, I escaped from New York City and migrated to Los Angeles seeking sunshine and cheap rent. Happily, I found both. I was dismayed to learn, however, that even in the land of perpetual sunglasses, winter nights get quite chilly, with lows in the mid-40s. Don't get me wrong—I know Los Angeles isn't Michigan, and I'm certainly not asking for pity. Still, many older California homes lack heating, not to mention insulation, and unfortunately our collective narcissism fails to keep us warm.
Shivering on my couch one evening, I began to wonder whether space heaters, which have always struck me as rather dinky, could raise the temperature in my house above sweater-required range.
--Dan Crane, Slate, on the hidden truth about L.A.