Blaine Game

I do need to post a quick thing about David Blaine -- I watched, I admit it, but only the live segments. My magic trick is using the remote (see previous entry) to only hit the high spots. (I missed his usual taped "on the streets" magic scenes, except one, which involved him tying his shoes by shaking his foot left and right and then getting a class of seven-year-olds to do the same, which was pretty neat.)

The complaints today in the MSM were that he choked. Well, yes, he did, literally. But I agree with Tony Kornheiser that holding one's breath underwater for seven minutes (out of nine, a record which by all accounts was an anomaly) is "fabulous." I can barely do five-ish with a pillow on my face while depressed.

So David Blaine, even though you will never see this blog except IN YOUR MIND ... next time, don't live in a liquid bubble for a week (at Lincoln Center!) on a fluid diet if you intend to keep up your lung strength, and don't give interviews while you're doing it.