It’s cold in my apartment for the first time in a week, and I’ve tried warming my hands over a bowl of some oatmeal and diverting my attention with weblogs, but I think, at 10 am, it’s now time I put on some jeans, something heavier than a t-shirt, and put a pair of socks between my feet and the hardwood floor. It’s a beautiful day outside, and maybe that’s where I should be, but other than buying a New York Times and then doing some laundry, I don’t have much to do today. Yesterday, while the rest of town was consumed with Penn State’s losing football streak, I went and saw Training Day in our one remaining downtown theater. A powerful, often difficult film, and I think if nothing else it proves than Denzel Washington is one the best actors working today. I like what Mary Ann Johanson of The Flick Filosopher says: “Happily, from a movie-lover’s perspective, the film offers no easy answers for its tough questions — it suffers from a few Hollywood cliches of the genre: a huge and unlikely coincidence, an ending that almost loses itself in fist fights and guns and car chases. But, like great film should, it leaves us with plenty of food for thought and fodder for debate.”