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Monday, February 13th, 2006

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Let It Snow
Whenever it snowed during school, everyone was fixated on the windows. The teachers said, "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen snow before?" but we still were riveted.

All these years later, snow still fascinates. I still get a thrill when the radio lists school closings and the Great Neck Public Schools are closed. I just checked the web, and on Monday the Great Neck schools are... CLOSED! Yay, snow day!

Oh wait...

Just to be fair, I checked Columbia. Open. :(

Harvard School of Public Health (I'm not even sure how much it snowed in Boston). Open :(

I didn't find anything about Equitable, MetLife or ABC, but the city seems to be in reasonable shape and I'm sure we, I mean they, are going about business as usual.

None of this affects me anyway, as I work at home. Unfortunately, I can't revel in the snow day giddiness as I've let work pile up and need to get it done, snow or no snow.

I just handed in LA Times. Next is Uptown, then at-home grading. I also need to get started on cross sums.

I'm glad I did the Fresh Direct order Saturday morning. The freezer is loaded with food. I probably could have thrown on boots and gone across the street for supplies, but I much prefer being inside in my warm, furry slippers.
You mean I don't have to read every word ever written?
There comes a time when you realize you can't do everything.

This time hasn't come yet as far as all the magazines and books I have lying around waiting to be read, and videotapes waiting to be watched.

I did trash all the unwatched Millionaires from TiVo. That's progress. And I delete E-mails like Media Bistro's daily news feed and NYT headlines if still unread after a month.

I got behind in reading my usual blogs, due to the trip. I finally caught up on Gawker. But I'm still up to 1/28 on Gothamist, and a pre-trip 1/16 on Overheard in New York.

I was scrolling through Gothamist for 1/29 and the realization hit me: I will live if I don't read this. And I'll also live if I don't read every witty thing that was overheard in NY. Wow.
I had to watch
I'm a total junkie for the Olympics. I especially relate to toiling away in an obscure sport for little recognition, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. I've been there.

At least most of the Olympic sports are visually appealing, which is not usually true of crosswords (except wait'll you see how it's handled in the movie). The TV people are good at getting out the back stories so you can root for people you didn't hear of before watching. I'm easily manipulated, and I eat it all up.

I wasn't going to watch until I got more work done, but at the rate I was going the whole Olympics might have gone by unwatched. So I watched tonight.

It did not disappoint. Pairs skating was the prime attraction. I can't skate myself, but love watching it and have seen several live events in Madison Square Garden. There's a new, confusing scoring system, but I put that out of my mind and just watched the skaters. There was grace. There was beauty. There was drama. There was heart. A Chinese pair in contention for the gold had an awful fall (he threw her, she landed on the ground), and somehow resumed to give a spectacular performance, earning a silver medal.

Other sports were fun to watch, too. The snowboarders did gravity-defying feats. There too, I didn't really understand the scoring. An American did a fantastic second run, flying significantly higher in the air than anyone else, and somehow ended up out of medal contention. I also don't get the baggy clothes the snowboarders wear, as opposed to sleek Alpine ski outfits.

I didn't realize it at the time, but several 2002 Olympic skiing events were held in Deer Valley and Park City, right where we just were. Our humble Puzzle Palace was in a world-class ski resort. We're world-class too, just not in a real sport.

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