Weekend Warriors
So H and I went to a demolition derby on Sunday afternoon, came home and made veggie sushi and then watched (read) the sub-titled version of City of God. The movie managed to avoid sentimentality and performed some storytelling pops and twists that would be interesting to try to duplicate in fiction.

But I know what you're really interested in. I'll post pictures from the derby tomorrow.

Note that H managed to call the winner in every heat. My picks all ended up in the scrap heap, or didn't manage to start at all. ("Stick with me, kid," she tells me.)