It is Valentine’s Day, and self is already ruing the humongous breakfast of huevos rancheros and menudo she and hubby shared in La Azteca, because now, nothing she was thinking of wearing to her reading in The Writer’s Center seems to fit. But, really amusing to listen to the restaurant chit-chat: everyone was discussing the Olympics! Yes, over the burritos and enchiladas! And it was early in the morning!
Last night, hubby lured self into watching Peter Jackson’s muy under-rated “King Kong,” with Naomi Watts, and on the flat-screen HDTV Naomi’s eyes are just so blue, so heartbreakingly enormous, and the scene on the rooftop, where Adrian Brody finally reaches her, is still one of self’s favorites, even though Kong is lying on the street below, having endured being shot through with machine gun bullets (not to mention mighty fall from — at the time? — World’s Tallest Building!). From up on the roof, it seems to be twilight — at least, the clouds have a rosy tint. But down there, on the street, where Jack Black pushes his way through a crowd to gaze on the giant’s body, it seems to be noon, for the light is clear and hard-bright.
Now, at almost 3 pm, self is finally able to persuade hubby to tune into the Olympics. She did it by telling him she saw on the internet that an American had pulled an upset in one of the skiing events. So we turn to NBC, and — holy Cow! — the weather is atrocious, big flakes of snow coming down on the race participants, and right now the Norwegians or the French are aiming at a target (Skiing and shooting? Self knows not the reasoning behind such an event — perhaps this dates from the days when sniper armies had to wend through Norwegian forests?) and the announcer goes, “Miss! Miss! And another miss!” And, really, how can anyone expect to hit a target when the snow is falling so thickly? Self thinks it’s a miracle that any of the shots don’t go wildly off the mark!
But self persists in watching, for she knows that an American won a medal in this event (the combined), thereby upsetting the Norwegians, who according to the commentator have long dominated this sport. And J. R. Celski — not to take anything away from Apolo “Dreamboat” Ohno, but Celski had to overcome a rather bad injury in order to skate today in the 1500 short track, and he got a bronze! And self found out from one of the blogs listed on the PAWA website (PAWA=Philippine American Writers and Artists) that his mum is pinay. So self went searching all over the internet to find a picture where Celski isn’t wearing his face mask, and — Wow! He does look Filipino! So, here’s his website, for edification of dear blog readers.
His back-story is pretty exciting (not to mention, the picture at the top of his home page is pretty FAB!), and also the account of the race itself, which had Ohno fourth, going into the final seconds, boxed in by two South Koreans. Read all about it elsewhere, dear blog readers, but take self’s word for it: it was an amazing race. Maybe they will show highlights on tonight’s news? Self sincerely hopes so!