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sunshine jen: Too Darn Hot
It's been really hot outside. Unlike the East Coast, the So Cal heat has almost zero humidity. Sometimes, it feels like you're facing a raging fire which is an apt since fire alerts are on high.
I've been trying to keep cool in the heat although this past Sunday I did a short hike which sent my electrolytes all out of balance. As the sun pounded down on me, I got too hot too fast and even a little dizzy; as a result, I decided to do a short hike instead of a long one. When I got home, I collapsed on the couch and watched Spiderman 2 on cable. Fortunately, I slept for twelve hours and made everything right again.
Since then, I've been going to air conditioned theatres to watch movies. No Reservations is pretty much forgettable and how can you make a movie about chefs and not show the food?
Rescue Dawn by Werner Herzog is better than I thought it would be. I think he wanted to do a remake of Besson's A Man Escaped in the jungle, and he did succeed in creating a sense of ritual out of the story and its little details. He gets a great performance out of Christian Bale who eats maggots and snakes and turns into a skeleton. At the end, Bale's joy is so lovely that it infected me in the audience. Yes, I walked out of a Werner Herzog film with a smile on my face.
In this dry hot weather, the Dodgers have not only cooled down, they have gone into a second ice age. Even though they finally won last night against the sub-500 Astros, the Dodgers have made losing a bad habit. Their pitchers have been trying, but when your team scores no runs, you will most likely lose the baseball game.
I have a theory as to why the Dodgers are doing so crappily and why the Yankees are doing so well. I think it was the Proctor/Betemit trade. Scott Proctor is a jinx, and Wilson Betemit is a good luck charm. Sure, the Dodger problems started long before Proctor arrived and the Yanks have so much high paid talent, they would eventually come around. But still, Nomar's on the DL, and the Yanks are tied with Seattle for the Wild Card.
Last night, I decided to go to a yoga class to get my mind off the Dodgers and the summer heat and to maybe get my body back into some sort of alignment or balance. Yes, yoga. I'm usually not a yoga person, but I was willing to try anything. After an hour and forty-five minutes of stretching and balancing, I did feel better and more importantly, felt cool.
Oh and, thirty years ago today, Elvis Presley died.
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