Each time I land at JFK, I’m amazed at what an incredibly ugly hurry everyone seems to be in. Perhaps my always coming from California, a much more dignified place, exacerbates my shock. Nevertheless, a question for New Yorkers: isn’t being in a hurry less attractive than composure and deliberateness? For the answer, one need look no further for help than a long-running US TV series entirely dependent on aesthetic judgment. So, here’s the second question: when a swimmer or surfer or diver is imperiled and a lifeguard must dash down the beach and into the water to make a daring rescue, don’t the directors of Baywatch inevitably cut to the slo-mo shot, because even life-saving action is more beautiful when lentissimo?