Following about two weeks on the road, I’ve now returned home to Tokyo and am comfortably back in the blogging saddle. And I’m gonna welcome myself back with a few random thoughts:
- Lizzi and I have decided that we should start employing a television crew to follow us around and document our experiences with taxi drivers. I assure you that it would make for fun viewing, as we inevitably encounter strange and/or frustrating situations when we’re ferried about various cities in Asia. By the way, Aussie cabbies are nuts. Surprisingly, many of them either have a difficult time understanding what we say (to be fair, many are not native English speakers) or get easily confused and/or disoriented when it comes to direction. And they love putting the pedal to the metal, even when there is a ridiculously small amount of space between them and the next car. Five feet of space? Gun it! Then slam on the brakes! Woohoo! The continuous and violent jerking that results from all the stopping and starting inevitably leads to me getting car sick, causing me to break into a cold sweat as I fight the urge to puke all over Lizzi’s shoes. Plus, during one of our trips last week, we had a massively overweight guy driving us back to our hotel from Bondi Beach who kept falling asleep at the wheel. The dude would nod as he drove and would be out cold when we’d be waiting at stop lights. Good thing the traffic sucked (lots of cars in Sydney since the city doesn’t have much of a train system) so he was never able to muster too much speed.
- I read two good pieces in The New Yorker during our flight yesterday. One about the crooked banker Robert Allen Stanford, the other about the life and death of David Foster Wallace. Both worthwhile. This reminded me of how much I love that magazine, which makes me want to abandon my relatively new Sony eReader for the Kindle 2 so that I can electronically subscribe. But then I remember that spending $359 on a luxury that is somewhat redundant wouldn’t be the most responsible move in this environment.
- When Glenn Beck refers to the media, why does he say “they”? Has he managed to convince himself that he doesn’t host his own TV show on Fox News? And that he doesn’t also have his own radio show – and run his own magazine? That’s a trifecta of media penetration, Glenn, making you a full-fledged member of the “they” you routinely seek to demonize.
- Isn’t the U.S. supposed to dominate in baseball?
- Saw a couple movies during flights recently: W, Quantum of Solace, and The Wrestler. I found each of them decent, not great. My thoughts on them relate more to the casting rather than the stories themselves. For W, Josh Brolin and Thandie Newton were superb in their respective roles as George W. Bush and Condoleezza Rice. Richard Dreyfus as Dick Cheney, on the other hand, pretty much sucked. For Quantum, though I found the movie kinda so-so in plot and directing, Daniel Craig solidified himself as a great choice to play the role of Bond. For Wrestler, while I appreciate the film on balance, I was left a bit empty by Mickey Rourke’s much-ballyhooed turn as Randy “The Ram” Robinson. He was obviously good but I just didn’t think he was all that great, which is what the hype had me expecting. This might be for the same reason that I’m consistently underwhelmed by the performances of Morgan Freeman and Clint Eastwood in their films – they always seem to be playing the same person, which often times doesn’t appear to deviate much from their own characters in real life. I think people fell in love with Rourke’s performance because of the obvious parallels with his life offscreen, which is precisely the problem I have with his role – it was just him being him.
- It’s amazing how bad I am at fantasy sports and at predicting the outcomes of sporting events. The latest example of my failure in this area was my March Madness tourney bracket. After getting off to a smashing start by posting just one loss on day one, I proceeded to completely flame out on day two. This was thanks mostly to the early exit of W. Virginia, which I had pegged for the Final Four. A contrarian call (to say the least), this was part of my strategy to go long experienced coaching, thinking Bob Huggins would rally his Mountaineers and shock the sporting world. Instead, I simply received confirmation of my general suckitude.
