The Blaine Dive of Death

I'm watching tv after reading my text book FOREVER. In a few minutes the showboat, stuntman David Blaine will lower himself five stories on a wire in a stunt called the Dive of Death. Supposedly, he's starved himself, and been sleep deprived too to make it more difficult.

After reading about Medieval Mystics, I associating Dave as a postmodern solipsistic ascetic. Instead of devoting his fasting or hardship to God, he wears himself out for publicity and fame. Instead of identifying himself with Christ in his suffering, David furthers his career with it... or we shall see. . .

Stunt Update: David just jumped 44 feet on a wire then swung around. After an odd camera cut, the announcer informed us he disappeared into the night. The crowd seemed perplexed. An odd display. Maybe I misunderstood his intent and it was planned as the David Blaine "Career Dive of Death," because that was totally a waste to watch. Or perhaps, it just didn't translate to television. A postmodern vapid center I suppose.