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...storm Kyoto has caused, its original provisions seem modest: a 5% reduction in emissions below 1990 levels for most industrialized nations, with the U.S.--as the world's worst CO2 offender--getting slapped with an incrementally tougher 7% cut. Developing countries that signed the treaty would get a pass for a while...
...aphorisms. The title refers to cocaine, but Blow isn’t intended to be a drug movie in the sense that Traffic or Trainspotting are drug movies. It assumes its viewers already know the history of coke and how the drug took Studio 54 and Wall Street by storm, and thus steers away from dealing with the well-documented social effects of cocaine. Instead, the film is a biography of an extraordinary life, that of George Jung, the baby-faced Massachusetts native who went on to become the American connection for the infamous Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar...
...bedroom confirmed my suspicions.) Oh, and Oscar or no Oscar, I still hate Gladiator...I was shocked when I heard that Nicole Kidman's publicist confirmed that she had a miscarriage a couple weeks back. Celebrities usually never reveal such intimate details. But after Tom Cruise navigated the publicity storm so well by making himself out to be the victim of their breakup, it seems that Nicole's spokeswoman saw a prime chance to take revenge. Now Tom suddenly seems the callous one for dumping a pregnant woman...Strangely, I find myself listening to Ace of Base a lot these...
Another calm. I think it's over. Wrong. A third storm. Still nothing from the pilot. Seams are holding. I lean in to the window as far as I can. Nothing but black, punctuated by flashes and that dreadful crash of thunder. I'm wearing out my necklace. I want out of this. I close my eyes. Maybe that'll help me cope. Eyes pop back open. Need to see what's going on! Have to get through this. The pilot apparently is. Plane isn't breaking apart...
...quite. Ten minutes later, I'm back in the air. Another storm. This one lasts the whole flight. I run through my bleak assumptions. This time, I answer them for myself. Pilot. Lousy communicator. Plane. Holding together. Made for this. Look out the window. The pulsing clouds remind me of Van Gogh. My hands stay on my lap. I play with my rings. I'll be coming down soon enough. I register between a 3 and a 4. I can do this...