Wowie Zowie!

Final score Men's 2012 Australian Open Tennis Championship:

Novak Djokovic  5 6 6 6 7

Rafael Nadal     7 4 2 7 5

That's like a 15 round heavyweight boxing match decided by a split decision. Epic. Glad I forced myself to get up at 3:30 a.m. to see this one, which, by the way, ended at around 9:30 a.m.(Djokovic wins.)

Yet Another 80s Classic

Another 80s Classic

And some would say THE 80s classic, and I would agree.

An 80s Classic

Trivia of The Day

According to wolframalpha.com, the longest English word is

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

The word denotes a  lung disease of sorts. For its correct pronunciation link to

 http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Trivia of The Day

Did you know that the plastic coating at the end of a shoelace has its own word? Believe it or not it's called an aglet or a tog.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

The G-men Win!

Could it be a repeat of Super Bowl XLII? I think so. The Giants defense will neutralize Brady. Final score 31-24 Giants.

Not A Total Loss

Just about fell asleep while reading Cormac McCarthy's Suttree today, but there were a couple of good moments:

He crossed the cold buckled linoleum with puckered feet and stood naked by the window and watched the Monday morning traffic in the streets below. [the puckered feet--that's superb]

Wednesday noon he [Suttree] appeared at Comer's in a pair of alligator shoes and wearing a camelhair overcoat. A pair of beltless gabardine slacks with little zippers at the sides and a winecolored shirt with a crafty placket requiring no buttons.

"Fishing business has picked up a bit, has it?" he [Stud] said.

"Fishy business, more likely," Sexton said....

To Sleep or Not to Sleep

Trying stay up late as I can these days as Australian Open tennis is on air from 7 p.m. to the wee hours of the morning (4-5 a.m.). Luckily for my sanity, sleep is getting the better of me.  

Greetings OF 260ers....

And welcome.

In the days to come, I'll try to make make this blog if not more interesting, then at least comment worthy.

I promise.

A Revision

Initially, on account of Coetzee's gloomy outlook,  I expressed my aversion to Youth, a volume of J.M. Coetzee's autobiographical fiction, of which there are three; but in hindsight, seeing as how the reader can't and shouldn't expect the writer to be anything less than 100 percent faithful to his emotional reality (how can we blame a writer for what he feels?) I can't help but be wholly impressed with Youth. Which is to say, it may not be long before I've read the whole of Coetzee's oeuvre, Youth being my first Coetzee.