December 6, 2003
It is snowing to beat the band here in the Big Apple. The snow really adds to the whole Christmas holiday feel. It looks like it may be a snowy winter. Snow doesn't bode well for my outdoor training schedule, but, whatever, I can get used to stationary cycling indoors. One thing about snow.. It means snow-boarding can't be far behind. Sweet!
I was walking up Third Avenue early this afternoon. Correction. I was "trudging" up Third Avenue (it is trudging weather after all) wearing my fall coat. And I got to thinking that I don't really mind cold weather. I found it slightly amusing that people all around me were bundled up with winter coats, boots, scarves, gloves and mittens and here I am in a fall coat with no gloves and really no worse for wear. Maybe I just have a high tolerance for cold. Then of course I started wondering if Eskimo's had high cold tolerances as well. My guess would be that they do. Then of course I wondered if I could hack it as an Eskimo. Then I thought if everyone I passed thought it was amusing that I was walking around in twenty-degree weather with just a fall coat and a faraway look in my eye. Or maybe they were all pre-occupied with Eskimo questions as well and didnít even notice. Or, better yet, maybe they thought I was an Eskimo. Yeah, thatís the ticket.
I saw "The Last Samurai" starring Tom Cruise last night. It was ok. Tom Cruise was in it and he was drunk, then sober, then had a rifle, then he had a few nightmares about killing indians, then he met some Japanese business dudes, then he got a new jobby job, then he sailed on a ship to Japan for his jobby job, then he met the boy emperor, then he trained some Japanese soldiers, then he fought some samurai, then lost to said samurai, then was captured by same said samurai, then went through withdrawal, then learned how to speak Japanese, then he learned that samurai are strange and intriguing people, then had some stick fights, then he learned of "no-mind", then sort of fell in love, then fought some ninja, then said a bunch of stupid shit including shit about poems, spirituality and flowers, then he fought some more dudes in a street fight, then he got a katana, then he killed some Japanese soldiers, then he fought in a battle with the samurai against Japanese soldiers, then he rode a horse, then dodged some bullets, then met the emperor again, then he cried. Oh and he was nigh invulnerable throughout the film. At no point did he wear boxer shorts and socks and slide across a hardwood floor.