NBC's broadcasting "new" Deadline episodes on Saturday nights, but it doesn't look like it's coming back. According to Oliver Platt's site, only the west coast NBC affiliates are even showing the remaining episodes, which were produced before the show was cancelled. What a shame, it's a damn funny, and engaging, program. Figures it would get the axe.
Note to self: after an afternoon of Malibu Grand Prix driving (where I hauled ass, my best time: 61.01) followed by lots of driving video games (one where I drove an 18-wheeler from NYC to the Florida Keys, but crashed onto the beach), it is not good to drive home at rush hour. Ten laps of pedal-to-the-metal, squealing 'round corners, Mario Andretti-eque driving gets into one's blood, and I had to control my urges to floor it up the 280, weaving and whizzing past drones heading home after a long day at the desk.
Art historians turn drawings upside down to identify forgeries because it's easier for the brain to discern poor technique and errors when a picture is flipped over. When viewed right-side up, one's brain fills in gaps and corrects errors automatically. But viewed upside down, shortened strokes and jagged lines pop out. Looking at it from a different perspective reveals the flaws.
A long time ago, Evan and I came up with an expression, "flip that thought," to remind ourselves to question our assumptions, to force ourselves to look at whatever we were approaching from an alternative angle.
Often people associate with like minds. And while that's fun and enjoyable, I fear it makes it easy to assume the answer or solution is "right" or "good" simply because everyone's in agreement. We're all so rushed and hurried that people rarely take the time to play the devil's advocate, to argue the other side, to even ask, "are we on the right track?"
We all want to get everything done fast fast fast, but let us not rush so much that we forget to flip our thoughts, or turn our assumptions and solutions on their sides, to ensure they still hold together.
One night at SXSW, as we lay around watching a movie, the subject of Tom Cruise's sexuality came up. All present told me Tom was definitely gay, and that it's hidden from the media. Well this was news to me, but now, I've stumbled upon this: French Yahoo reports a liaison (that's French for liaison) between a young French lad and Tom "Finigham." Quelle suprise!
Watching Snow Falling on Cedars last night, I started thinking about standing up for your beliefs. Whenever I watch films about WWII, I like to think I would have stood up against the discrimination that was taking place. I would have harbored my Jewish neighbors had I lived in Europe, or I'd have spoken out against the relocation of Japanese-Americans from my Washington or California town. It's easy to imagine oneself as noble and right and just, especially mapped against events which one never experienced.
But I wonder if I would have possessed the courage and conviction to do anything at all. Or if I'd have kept my mouth shut like so many others, just to save my ass.
Another thought: I watch a lot of movies these days.
A new megnut design is brewing in my mind, complete with the old features and some new things too. Alas, I know not when I'll find the time to build it. Work and taxes eat up most my time, and the remainder is gobbled up by old Kubrick films.
The trend for 2001? The mustache. Witness Tom Hanks and Bob Dylan at the Oscars. Mark my words, more mustaches will appear, and on people you know…
The Mentos FAQ (v5.0), more than you can ever imagine possibly wanting to know about Mentos®, the Freshmaker®.
Monday again? Oh dear, that weekend went too fast, much too fast. And now I'm back indoors while the sun is shining outside, my wrists are screaming for a break from the mouse and the keyboard, my feet are itching to hit the dusty trails, and my lungs are ready for big mouthfuls of salty air. Alas, I'm plunked in front of the monitor, enjoying the delightful output of the building's HVAC. How long until I retire? Only another 35 years to go. Drat.