Thursday, August 12, 2004

Sat through two inflight movies on the inbound munich flight. Garfield the movie was harmless, shallow studio fare. But man, Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights _ what a ride! Fidel or sizzling, sweaty cubans united not by revolution, but dancing. utterly uplifting. Dirty Dancing can save the world, even if you´re being exploited by Batista.

I fear flying with white people. Why can´t that loud, hairy dude in the Oakland Raiders visor, mouth always chewing something, just relax. Dude should´ve been thrown off the plane like so many intimidating Syrian musicians.