ntz ntz ntz… listening to a soulwax remixes compilation at the moment courtesy of james, and looking forward to going out to do some dancing tonight at PYT. it’s a beat-thumping sort of friday.

this week so far, some reading and writing and whatnot. stayed home tuesday to bring the car in for a brake job and got to hang with jessica all day fresh back from her work trip. her friend joy, who we stayed with in tokyo, was in town that night so we got some roscoe’s, which i haven’t been to in years i think, and went to see pineapple express. good movie, maybe not as classic as superbad or 40 year old virgin, but still a good time.

the one thing i have not been doing is watching the olympics. i did catch a tivo’d viewing of the opening ceremony, which was super impressive. although am i the only one who saw their massive display of coordinated movements at least a little bit as a ‘fear us, we are a well-oiled, massive machine that cannot be stopped’ type of demonstration? or that thought their image of a globe with chinese people running all over every part of it was maybe their vision of the future?

the competitions themselves though i have basically no interest in. it’d be good to know our basketball stars are the biggest stars in the world for a reason, and not just marketing, but otherwise, i’ve always felt exactly how chuck klosterman describes feeling in this article:

I do not hate the Olympics; I just don’t like them at all. For as long as I can remember, the Olympics have been completely and utterly unmoving. This is ironic, inasmuch as we’re all about to spend the next VII weeks being reminded of how emotive and heart-wrenching and dramatic these games are going to be. This is not something I need to hear, particularly since the only thing the Olympics ever do is reinforce my dislike for a particular kind of American: people who like the home team simply because the home team is, in fact, the home team.

so yes, i am impressed that one dude can break a ton of records and earn a bunch of gold medals in the process. that’s pushing the bounds of human achievement — assuming he qualifies as human and not part dolphin or something. but do i want to watch men perform pommel horse routines? not especially. especially if they’re going to lose to an ascendant china intent on world domination… come on guys, keep them at bay!