Friday, March 5, 2010
I like long flights. It’s a great chance to catch up on movies and books with limited distractions (no Internet and no bad reality TV). I watched Crash, The Hurt Locker, and I love You, Man on the 13h40m flight from Sydney to LAX. (Two years ago on a flight from NYC to Seoul I actually watched four feature-length films, procrastinating instead of working on a speech I had to write.) The thing is if I wanted I could spend every evening (or at least a few nights a week) watching movies and reading books but I don’t. Jay and I talked about this when we were in India. I’m not sure whether it’s because it wouldn’t be as much fun if I were to watch movies that often or because the time never feels as much my own when I’m at home. It’s probably a bit of both but mostly the latter. I get way too sidetracked by email, internet, phone, and bad TV. Have to work on changing this when I return.