Caveman Review: Shaolin Wheel of Life

Og here. Last night Og not get sleep until really really late. Og not get bed until later than Og usually do, because Og across river, watching Shaolin monks from China do big big show. Og only say this:

Wow.

WOW.

Og not know people able MOVE like that without picture magic. Og only pay little attention to story - not much story anyway, little bit history of Shaolin Temple where men go be Buddhist monks - because Og too busy watch men on stage do things no cave dude EVER think how to do. Bend like Mongolia acrobat, fight with other monk like - okay, this what fight look like. When Og only little cave dude, very stupid cave dude in Og tribe. Stupid cave dude see other cave dude feed wolf cub, get wolf stay around, scare other wolf off. Stupid cave dude decide try this with big teeth cat cub. Big teeth cat cub not want stay, so stupid cave dude grab cub, try take back to cave anyway. Big teeth cat cub have other idea, start try take stupid cave dude apart with claws.

Monk fighting other monk look like BOTH monk big teeth cat cub in bad bad mood. That fast. That dangerous.

Og never watch beat-everybody-up movie again without think of last night. Jackie Chan, Donnie Yen, Jet Li... all good, all fun, but monk from last night? First. Best. Original.

Og say: three cheer for human evolution.

Culinary mini-adventure: Korean food.

On a non-Og note, last night was pretty cool. I went from the office, where I'd been gritting my teeth for a certain portion of the day (what do you mean you have no proof we acknowledged those donations? They were acknowledged back in December!), to Hoboken, where I left my car. It was something of a surprise to find that there was nearly no traffic on 280, or even coming back out of the Holland Tunnel; normally by that time of day it's as clogged as a Scotsman's arteries. I parked the car in a garage at 5:30 and got a PATH train over to Manhattan, where I settled into a pattern of circling through the Manhattan Mall. There's nowhere to sit in there these days except the ground floor, and they're doing renovations down there, so no one can really get in. It's a pathetic excuse for a mall - not even a bookstore - so in the end I wandered across the street, bought a notebook, and came back to the mall where $1 bought me some mozzarella sticks and a place to sit at McDonald's. This is where I waited for my friend Kin-Hon, who was going to see the Shaolin thing with me.

( Snipped to avoid pestering y'all with food blather. )