It's not yet 9:00 p.m., the kids are in bed, and my wife has retired early with a headache.
So, it's a Friday night, and Daddy's free.... Time to... pop in Infernal Affairs, and mine Michael Benedikt's Cyberspace: First Steps and Brown and Duguid's Social Life of Information for stuff for my end of cyberspace piece-- which just keeps growing. It's either going to be a very long article, or make the leap to a short book.
In the last several houses my father's owned, he's converted the basement into an office, and put a TV in as well. Over the last 25 years, the TVs have gotten bigger-- they started out as little black-and-whites, and he's now up to a plasma TV approximately the size of a tennis court. Most evenings that I'm there, he's in the basement, reading some large volume on political economy of Asian regional development, with a movie in the background.
There's a great line in an episode of Thirtysomething where one of the male characters says, "Do you ever worry that one day we'll wake up and find that we sound like our fathers?" The other replies, "No. I worry that we'll wake up and find that we've become our fathers."
I've now officially reached that point.
Though the TV's not as big yet.
[To the tune of Andrew Lau and Alan Mak (dirs.), Infernal Affairs.]