you watched it last night. i know you did.
David Blaine, attempting to break the record for holding his breath under water, after living inside a human aquarium for over 177 hours, a world record in itself.
now, i recognize that this is inherently a silly thing to do. no one should be my tuesday hero for risking their lives unnecessarily. but have you seen David Blaine? he is to me what dave navarro is to rebecca marie, only add in some card tricks and subtract the insanely hot wife.
David Blaine is dark, he's intense. his eyes are piercing. sure, he levitates, but that's not what draws me in. it's the way he talks to people. the way he reacts when they hoop and hollar because he just pulled some amazing stunt on the side of the road...he stands calmly, looks them in the eye. and, okay, the mysterious thing is basically hot in and of itself. you look at him, watch him bury himself alive, or stand in a block of ice for days or hang a zillion feet in the air for weeks and you think...this guy's deep. he's on a higher plane of consciousness. i want to know what's in his head.
last night was (pardon the pun) breathtaking.
177 hours under water...then he uses 150lbs of chains, from which he must free himself whilst holding his breath. the current world record: 8:58. David's goal: 9:00 minutes. and boy was i rooting for him.
i had to constantly tell myself that, just because HE was holding his breath, didn't mean i had to also.
at 7 minutes and 8 seconds, David started to black out. Divers rescued him, and out he came from the fish bowl. and yes, i cried a little. but not cause i'm psycho. let me explain.
can you imagine training as hard and as long as he did...getting his butt kicked by navy seals, practicing hours a day holding his breath...and then spending 177 hours in a tank, all in preparation for the main even....9 minutes of no breathing...just to fall short by less than two minutes, due to some unexpected complications? i can't even begin to know how dissappointing that would be. but i'm impressed. i'm in awe actually, that he pushes himself to the limits, creates new limits and pushes those too.
i don't know what he'll do next, but you can be sure i'll be there, on the edge of my couch, holding my breath, and clapping even though he can't hear me.
So, David Blaine, when you get out of the hospital and you regain sufficient strength to point and click, i want you to know that you're my tuesday hero. probably wednesday too, unless by some crazy twist of fate the chef at american idol serves voicebox killing food to all the contestants except Taylor, thus making him our much deserving american idol.