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horizon_greeneI turned off the air conditioning today for the first time. It is a glorious thing to open the windows and feel cool air. I'd forgotten what it was like.
I'm watching the replay of Federer/Stepanek right now. I read the David Foster Wallace article on Federer written for the New York Times in 2006, and the writing itself was so profound that I figure it might be interesting to watch him play with the remnants of DFW's words coloring my impression.
In theory, I should love Roger. He should be my favorite, with his ballet dancer movement, his precision, his artistry. But although I like the idea of Roger, and I love what he means to and for Rafa (and vice versa), I just don't like him, and I don't know why. There's no passion, no intensity of positive feeling. I appreciate him, I marvel at him, but in the end I still delight in seeing him fall, and I can't explain it.
I sort of wish Stepanek had forced a third set today.
Randomly, one of the analysts on the Tennis Channel sounds like Orlando Bloom.
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Reading something that was posted earlier on one of the comms, I realized that Ringo Starr is nearly 70 years old. Christ, the surviving Beatles are almost in their 70s. I can't even get my mind around that.
Btw car did not start today. Again. Took four tries to get it going. *tears out hair* Must get a new one, clearly. Or possibly just a new mechanic.
I'm watching the replay of Federer/Stepanek right now. I read the David Foster Wallace article on Federer written for the New York Times in 2006, and the writing itself was so profound that I figure it might be interesting to watch him play with the remnants of DFW's words coloring my impression.
In theory, I should love Roger. He should be my favorite, with his ballet dancer movement, his precision, his artistry. But although I like the idea of Roger, and I love what he means to and for Rafa (and vice versa), I just don't like him, and I don't know why. There's no passion, no intensity of positive feeling. I appreciate him, I marvel at him, but in the end I still delight in seeing him fall, and I can't explain it.
I sort of wish Stepanek had forced a third set today.
Randomly, one of the analysts on the Tennis Channel sounds like Orlando Bloom.
---
Reading something that was posted earlier on one of the comms, I realized that Ringo Starr is nearly 70 years old. Christ, the surviving Beatles are almost in their 70s. I can't even get my mind around that.
Btw car did not start today. Again. Took four tries to get it going. *tears out hair* Must get a new one, clearly. Or possibly just a new mechanic.
