Sunday, February 06, 2005
Oh Yeah, the Super Bowl
The Kennedy Center terrace overlooking the Potomac.
Which I'm not watching. I'd rather do laundry. Or alphabetize my CD collection. Sacrilege! It seems almost un-American not to watch the game. When I walked the dog tonight, I peeked into the windows of some houses, and I saw the incandescent glow of television sets lighting up the rapt faces of neighbors watching beefy men chasing pigskin.
I was in Vietnam on holiday last year during the Super Bowl. And even there, news of Justin Timberlake ripping off Janet Jackson's top reached us. There is no escape from the American Sports Machine.
Philadelphia Story: I watched this 1940 classic this afternoon at the Kennedy Center with a friend, S. It was the first time I saw this movie. And I have to admit, I loved Kate Hepburn - who gives new meaning to the word, willowy - Jimmy Stewart - who I've had a crush on since I was a kid - and suave Cary Grant in it. Coincidentally, I'm heading to Philadelphia tomorrow for work for two days. I leave before the crack of dawn, at the ungodly hour of 6, to catch a train.