Ok, here's the rundown, and I don't have much time, because it is of critical importance that I go to bed so I can get up at 5:30am and watch sports on TV:
- The Tour de France is off, and it is beautiful. Lance Armstrong is going to win by minutes, unless he takes a wrong turn, or falls off a cliff in the Pyrenees. I spoke to his teammate George on Saturday, and he sounds pretty confident that the boss in in ass-kicking form. Also, George is an extremely charming person.
- In other Tour news, I got a thrill this week when I wrote, in my column, that the 23 year old Swiss bike monkey who currently wears the Maillot Jaune in the tour, Fabian Cancellara, was Le Tour's most scrumptious morsel in Sunday's prologue, and he wrote me a message to tell me that my kind words would help him ride even faster. I was ridiculously thrilled by that, because as much as I try to pretend I'm cool, I am a total dork, and I like boys.
- Following up on that theme from another equally silly angle, I saw Spiderman 2 this weekend, too, and it was totally awesome. I think I'm in love with Peter Parker, but I know he can never love me as long as Mary Jane is alive. That's why I'm joining forces with Harry Osbourne when he starts wearing that new Green Goblin Costume.
- The film Control Room, the documentary about Arab news network Al Jazeera, is brilliant. Go see it. And, for the record, that exhortation does not belong in the same post with all the frivolity above. Sometimes I wonder how these kinds of things can co-exist in one brain.