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Pastimes : The Boxing Ring Revived -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: cosmicforce who wrote (4430)	2/14/2003 11:58:04 PM
From: The Philosopher	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 7720

I'm reminded of the duck and cover drills we used to do in school just in case the Commies nuked the air base about three miles from our school.

To: cosmicforce who wrote (4430)	2/15/2003 8:39:17 AM
From: Lane3	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7720

but hold off before you go buy your duct tape and plastic sheeting... The last couple of days have been strange around here. We're at the beginning of a two day major snowstorm plus we had all the media hype about code orange to deal with. There is apparently no bottled water, duct tape, or plastic sheeting to be found in any store. People I know who live outside the Beltway have emailed me directions to their homes. Things are almost as bad as the sniper days, but not quite. Yesterday was a surreal day. I had lunch with a friend with whom I used to carpool and who still works in the part of town that is prime area for demonstrations and where the work schedule is often interrupted by such. I had mentioned to her when we last had lunch that there was an Egyptian restaurant that had just opened across the street from our usual sashimi place and we had agreed to try it next time. So yesterday we did. Before I describe the experience, let me get out of the way that our food was very tasty. The restaurant was in a storefront, cavernous and sterile looking. When we got there, there were only two tables occupied. One, right next to the kitchen, appeared to be occupied by family. The other was occupied by a guy sucking on a bong waiting for his takeout. There was a large screen TV playing rather loudly. M and I spent the whole meal talking about emergency planning and the media coverage, a continuation of a phone conversation we had started a couple of days earlier, just as we would have done had we been in the Japanese restaurant. Meanwhile, the TV was playing a movie in Arabic, I assume, with English subtitles. M couldn't see the screen from where she was sitting but I glanced up at it every once in a while. It was a war flick with hoards of soldiers chanting. I didn't need the subtitles since every other word was "Allah." I didn't really reflect at the oddity of watching M talk about terrorist threats across the table and this flick on the screen over her shoulder until I got home. Plus we could still smell the output of the bong on our clothes when we got home, which took a bit longer that usual due to congestion around the Methodist church in our neighborhood that serves as a mosque on Fridays. After the movie was over, there was a soap opera on, a rather naughty one, at that. <g> Strange day.