The Garden
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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Oh, let me mention one more thing I did in D.C. over the weekend, ok? At the
Sackler Gallery, I took in an exhibit of Raghubir Singh's photographs of India. The exhibition is called
Auto Focus, because Singh structured all of the photographs around (and often
through) an
Ambassador, the cute little vehicle that is an Indian icon. The idea was witty, and the photographs are all about striking colors. The exhibit, which is definitely worth an hour of your time, ends August 10.
I'll next be visiting the Sackler sometime this summer to see a show featuring Isamu Noguchi's ceramics, produced during three visits to Japan. That exhibit begins this Saturday and runs through September 7.
The World Badminton Championships, set to begin on May 12 in Birmingham, England, have been postponed due to SARS. Several Asian nations would apparently have been unable to send teams. However, the
World Table Tennis Championships, set for Paris in May, are still on.
Whew, I won't have to sing the praises of Adriano Panatta for a week.
As I predicted, under threat of
Panatta, Pete
Sampras isn't going to play in next week's
Italian Open. According to the ridiculous AP story that I linked, Sampras's withdrawal "send[s] a strong signal" that he does not plan to play clay-court tennis this year. You think? Why would anyone have
ever thought that Sampras, who last played in September at the U.S. Open, would suddenly start playing again on clay—clearly his worst surface. If Sampras ever plays another professional match, and I'm not sure he will, it'll be on grass.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Please help bring the term "marmalade-dropper" to North America. Thank you.
Eugene Volokh has another update on his Roomba experiments. I'm sure he'll work all this into a law review article soon.
Wimbledon has decided to stop requiring players to bow and curtsy to the royal box, while it has reaffirmed its decision to pay women less than men. Could the
All England Club have possibly gotten that any
more wrong? The tournament is special because of the charming traditions. Yet, it's ditching one of the most charming and keeping the most offensive. Ugh.
I've had my head in a memo all evening long. (I hate having to take work home.) I hope my two-and-one-half blog fans don't feel too much like I've been neglecting them. I'll try to do better.
If I'd had some time today, I was going to try to properly review the Hirshhorn Museum's Gerhard Richter exhibition, which I took in on Saturday. After this long day of work, though, I'm not sure how well I can even remember what I was going to say (or what I saw on Saturday). I like a lot of Richter's work, especially his pieces that are mostly gray or color blocks. I was particularly struck by a couple of all-gray paintings that are all about texture. What's really striking, I think, is how many different types of work Richter has tried. There are abstracts, works that are downright photographic (his photographs are apparently as blurry as mine), plays on the Old Masters, and a lot more. I'm not sure that I can really call myself a Richter fan (few of the pieces really forced me to contend with them, and I often puzzled at his focus on off-the-canvas contexts that just aren't that interesting), but the array of his interests is compelling. I wouldn't recommend a trip to D.C. just to see the exhibit, but it's definitely worth a few hours if you're already there. The exhibit ends on May 18.
I can't wait for the Hirshhorn's next big event, which calls for the entire complex to feature—for the very first time—the museum's permanent collection. I've been to the Hirshhorn so many times that the permanent collection is familiar and comforting. It'll be awfully nice for some of these old friends to be stars again.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
While I was in D.C., I managed to visit a couple of genuinely interesting gift shops. Odd, huh? One, which I'd visited before, was the Department of Interior's
Indian Craft Shop. I could easily spend a month's salary there
whenever I visit. (But, no, Mom, I didn't spend my lunch money.) I was sorely tempted this trip by some beautiful Yupik carvings. By the way, if you're thinking of visiting the Craft Shop, be sure to take valid i.d. and be prepared to pass through
Interior's metal detector. The shop is, after all, in a federal building.
While I was in Interior's neighborhood, I happened by the World Bank's InfoShop. I had no idea that the World Bank had a store, but I now know that it's the place to browse for books on international development and culture. I can't imagine how big the market is for books on Albanian agriculture, but I spent a happy hour at the InfoShop looking at books on human rights, the politics of food, and the like.
I had good intentions, but I didn't manage to blog at all while I was in Washington, D.C., for a few days. Sorry. I was in D.C., principally, to visit the
Smithsonian Craft Show. Naturally, I parted with a few bucks while I was there. I have a new ceramic mug by
Eileen P. Goldenberg and a small wooden box by
Jay and Janet O'Rourke. (Longtime readers will know that
I have a thing for wooden boxes. But I probably own more pottery than anything else.)
I always feel so exhilarated and creative when I'm at shows like the Smithsonian's. But a day or two later, like today, I always feel like my normal, steady, lawyerly self. Sigh.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Yes, I'm apparently not the only one who wanted a Roomba.
Eugene Volokh is keeping us informed about his.
UPDATE: Here's
another update on Volokh's Roomba. (Random aside: I think Eugene should run an experiment on how much his dogs shed every day. My Black Lab can produce a startling amount.)
Wimbledon is changing the way it awards wild cards to British players. I'd feel a lot more generous about these wasted wild cards if there was even a hint that British tennis was becoming the least bit competitive. Right now, however, there are only two British men's players in the top 100. And the top British women's player is ranked 157th in the world.
Some of my beloved Kansas City Royals are worried about being exposed to SARS during this weekend's games in Toronto.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
My choice for the 2003 World Snooker Championship, former world champion
Ronnie O'Sullivan, was
eliminated today in the first round of play. The loss occurred despite a remarkable sequence in which
O'Sullivan cleared the table in six-and-one-half minutes (I think that's called a maximum). Courtesy of the
BBC, you can watch video of that sequence
here (
Real Player required).
Some New Zealand health officials want to ban the sale of junk food to children. (Just writing that made me, truly, want a burrito.) Probably unrelatedly,
New Zealand's population today hit four million.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Whew. It took
all seven games, but the hometown
Flyers are moving on in the playoffs.
Happy Land Run Day! As anyone who took his required—well, required in
all the cool places—course in Oklahoma history in ninth grade can tell you,
on April 22, 1889, a land run was held in Oklahoma Territory to open the Unassigned Lands. (Of course, these "unassigned" lands had originally been meant for Native Americans, who had been removed from their homes and sent to what became Oklahoma, but our Government changed its mind, you know? Not for the last time.) Some 50,000 people participated in this first Oklahoma land run, settling a significant chunk of what is now west central Oklahoma, including
Oklahoma City,
Guthrie, and
Edmond. The events surrounding the land run gave us the terms
boomers,
sooners, and
eighty-niners.
Oh, and Happy Earth Day, too. I guess that one is somewhat better-known.
Monday, April 21, 2003
The New York Times yesterday contributed to the ever-growing literature on the passion of
TiVo viewers (link via
The Volokh Conspiracy). The
Times article said
what all the articles say: TiVo owners proselytize, they say TiVo changed their lives, TiVo viewers haven't watched a commercial in months. Yadda, yadda, yadda. And it's all true. I can be a relentless crusader when it comes to TiVo:
Empower yourself. Watch TV when it's convenient for you. Television viewers of the world, unite!
Gosh, it's no wonder everyone avoids me at dinner parties.
Still, the Times article did note one downside to TiVo ownership. If you're not careful, you could end up watching so much television that you don't have a real life anymore. When I first got my unit, I wanted season passes to all my favorite shows, and I also wanted to watch most of the "suggestions" that TiVo recorded based on its ever-changing understanding of my interests. I'd come home and watch episodes of Ground Force, Designing for the Sexes, and Match Game—all before I even started watching what I actually intended to watch in the first place. At some point, I got wise. Just a few more days, though, and I'd probably have been staying up all night, every night, watching Lost in Space and The Facts of Life. Or worse. Ugh.
Worries about SARS have caused the big guys in sumo to reconsider this summer's planned
jungyo to South Korea.
Sunday, April 20, 2003
On what must have been a difficult day, following the death of his mother, Ferrari's
Michael Schumacher finally has his first Formula One win of the season. Schumacher won despite having to take one more pit stop than runner-up Kimi Raikkonen.
AP writer Jim Heintz defends the souvenir t-shirt. It's about time someone did, I think. And please don't think I'm shallow, but Heintz's treatment of the t-shirt struck me as almost profound. He convinced me that a t-shirt really "is a complex weave of symbols and implications."
If you celebrate it, Happy Easter! And, in that vein, here's a link to a site where
marshmallow Peeps reenact various scenes in rock'n'roll history (link via
Shattered Buddha). Yes, really.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
The 2003 World Snooker Championship is underway, and I knew you'd want to know. I think I'll be rooting for
Ronnie O'Sullivan, the English snooker ace and former world champion who
copes openly on the snooker tour with depression. (Prozac is not viewed as performance-enhancing by snooker officialdom, I guess.) You can catch live BBC coverage of the snooker championship
here. Snooker, they say, is a
great sport for TV.
Also in today's Herald are stories about a counterfeit Paul Gauguin painting that
fooled a dealer and
led to litigation.
Cannabis could be the 21st century's aspirin, according to a story in today's
New Zealand Herald.
Leipzig, one of the largest cities in eastern Germany, has been selected by the national Olympic Committee
to compete to host the 2012 Summer Olympics. The bid will somehow have to address the abuses of the former East Germany's sports machine. Other 2012 contenders: New York, Madrid, Rio de Janeiro, Toronto, London, Paris, Rome, and Budapest.
In completely unrelated news, a recent court decision means that German brothel owners will probably have to start printing price lists for customers. Please add your own punch line here.
"My brother Zac":
The Guardian has
excerpts from Zacarias Moussaoui: The Making Of A Terrorist, a soon-to-be-published biography of the 20th hijacker written by Moussaoui's own brother. Interesting stuff.
Friday, April 18, 2003
Dining in darkness has reached the Lower East Side (link via
The Kitchen Cabinet). As
I noted almost six months ago, a popular restaurant in Berlin offers this unusual, um, ambience.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
I don't know if Pete Sampras's career is over or not. He may still play on grass this year at
Queen's Club or
Wimbledon.
This SI.com story notwithstanding, I sure don't believe there's any chance he'll actually play on clay at this year's
Italian Open. If I'm wrong, I'll sing the praises of
Adriano Panatta for a week.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Memo to Knight-Ridder Newspapers: If you're purposefully trying to kill the
Philadelphia Inquirer—once one of the nation's foremost newspapers—you're doing a bang-up job. In fact, I've given up. From now on, I'm going to buy the
New York Times and/or the
Washington Post and get my local news from, well, probably nowhere. Let's review how you've systematically botched things up.
You killed the Thursday Technology section. The tech section used to be one of the highlights of my week. What a sweet little section it was! There were columns on computers and games, stories on cool new gadgets, features on technology and culture. You felt smart just reading it. But a couple of years ago, as a cost-cutting measure, you got rid of the entire section. Sure, you let one of the computer columns take up a little space in the business (yawn) section, but it's not the same. Believe me, you don't feel smart reading what's left of the technology coverage. You don't feel anything at all.
You killed the Sunday Books section. This is the kind of stuff readers want from their Sunday paper, you know? It's why we schlep out at 8 a.m. to the newsstand or Wawa (ok, we want bagels, too). We want to settle down with the big paper and read all about the things—books, travel, theater—that we wish we had time in our real lives to enjoy. But, no, you ditched the books section, too. Now poor books columnist Carlin Romano is stuck on a single page of another section with two or three short reviews. And don't tell me that you've increased book reviews on other days. We wanted the Sunday books section, and you knew it. You blew it.
You increased coverage of the suburbs and decreased coverage of the city. I truly don't get this at all. As I understand it, you believed the Inky's circulation was suffering from competition from suburban papers. But I don't know any readers who want to know what's happening in other people's burbs. I sure don't. In fact, I'm probably more interested in Philly politics than in the boring things that are happening in my own township. In any event, your coverage of the suburbs has been nothing short of stultifying.
You've now killed the Sunday Inquirer Magazine. For me, this is the last straw. (And, hey, I'm not alone.) It's clear to me now that you aren't interested anymore in having a serious newspaper. So just ditch the Magazine—and its in-depth coverage of the serious and not-so-serious affairs we're all talking about—and give us the silly Parade insert instead. You've given up; I've given up.
Blecch.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
As I understand this Washington Post story, United States Olympic Committee reformers realize that their proposed restructuring would violate the Olympic Charter—because members of the
International Olympic Committee would not automatically become members of the USOC's governing body—but simply don't care. Odd.
I sure hope I get the Tennis Channel, which is
set to debut on May 15. My cable provider, though, may think
G4TV is where it's at.
How about those San Juan Expos, huh?
My beloved Kansas City Royals won't win 162 games this year, but they
may still win 161.
Serena Williams is human. She
can actually lose. Could the loss be the reason she's decided to
skip the German Open?
Memo to the Museum of Fine Arts: Displaying a dozen or so 1930s artifacts isn't really
an exhibition of modern design. I could do better on
eBay with a mediocre budget and a
PayPal account. Goodness.
Before and after my 40-hour game marathon, I found time to enjoy some of Houston—a city that I'd previously not explored too much. Some of the highlights of my stay:
Houston Astros 4, Cincinnati Reds 2. I spent Thursday night at beautiful Minute Maid Park. How nice it must be for Houstonians to have a new downtown stadium. I had a swell seat, directly behind home plate (ok, and 27 rows up). It was a beautiful night, the home team won, and—hey—Nolan Ryan was there, too.
Contemporary Arts Museum: I also caught the just-opened Splat Boom Pow! exhibition at the Contemporary Arts Museum. Splat explores the influence of comics and graphic novels in contemporary art. It was a lot of fun, and—best of all—the Museum was blissfully free of all those people down the street who were trying to see as many impressionist paintings as possible. If I ever become a multimillionaire, I'll lavish my riches on a place as edgy as the Contemporary Arts Museum. (The Museum is also currently featuring the drawings of singer Patti Smith. There's no point going into the exhibit too much here. Suffice it to say that these drawings probably wouldn't be in any museum if the artist weren't otherwise famous. Hmph.)
The Menil Collection: The Menil Collection is a not-so-well-known treasure in Houston that features an odd collection of Medieval, tribal, and twentieth-century art. I particularly enjoyed the Menil's collection of surrealist art, including The Courtesan's Palace by René Magritte. But I was there for the soon-to-close exhibition of minimalist Donald Judd's early works. The exhibition was breathtaking. Who knew that stainless steel and plexiglass could be so, well, spiritual? I'm vowing to get to know more about Judd. And, in that vein, I've decided I want to visit this place, which Judd founded.
I still wouldn't say that Houston is one of my favorite cities; it's spread out, a bit ugly, and smells of energy money. But there was an awful lot to do there this past weekend, and I'll look forward to another chance to visit.
It wasn't one of the Mensa Select© winners, but my favorite game of the weekend was
Burn Rate, a witty game that sends up the dot-com economy while being an extremely lively—and sound—card game. If you're looking for a new card game to play, check it out.
I spent the past several days in Houston, mostly playing games.
Really. I was one of the judge's at
Mind Games 2003, an event in which members of
American Mensa chose the five new board and card games entitled to be marketed as this year's Mensa Select© games. This year's honorees were
Octiles,
TransAmerica,
Cityscape,
Blokus, and
Fire & Ice. Of the five, I was a big backer of Octiles, a game of constantly-changing geometry. It's an elegant game played on a beautiful board.
And, hey, I guess this means there's actual "news" in the blog. How novel. Watch out, Drudge Report: Here comes the Garden.
Monday, April 14, 2003
I guess I should take more frequent breaks from the Garden. While I was away, and dealing with nondigital life, my site traffic was startlingly high—thanks (really!) to links from
JD2B and
a mad tea-party.
By the way, regular blogging will return tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I'm just not going to have time to blog the Masters or the Masters protests. If Tiger Woods is in contention, though, I bet Kate at
The Kitchen Cabinet will have the happy news.
I'm not usually wild about sweet, but
PhotoJunkie got me. Awwww.
The streak continues:
Kansas City 9, Detroit 6. Woo hoo!
The United States must defeat the Slovak Republic in September to stay in the Davis Cup's main draw. Will I be any more confident by then? I hope so. But the Slovaks will have home-court advantage....
Remember when Kimi Raikkonen won the Brazilian Grand Prix? Well,
maybe not so much.
UPDATE:
Not so much at all.
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Please forgive the sporadic blogging over the next few days. I'm feeling a little under the blogosphere, and—at the same time—I have a lot going on. Things should be back to normal, whatever that is, by early next week.
Monica Seles is self-actualized, too, you know? I don't have too many heroes, but Seles is definitely one of them.
The governing body of chess has formally adopted the World Anti-Doping Code. (I'm not making that up, I swear.) What's next? Yahtzee
fans everywhere promise to go straight?
SI.com's Jon Wertheim says tennis star Jennifer Capriati exhibits "unregenerate vulgarity." Ouch.
Monday, April 07, 2003
The president of Ferrari, which has had no successes in the Formula One season's first three races despite having the fastest cars, says
he's still confident. Ferrari is set to introduce its new 2003 racing cars at the next event, the
San Marino Grand Prix. We'll soon see if that's reason for optimism, I guess.
Sunday, April 06, 2003
Anyone who has spent time in Louisiana can assure The Word Spy that
turducken is real.
The hard times at Ferrari continue.
I wholeheartedly endorse the advice given by a mad tea-party's Alice about selecting law school classes. If, after reading her good advice, you're still floundering, here are some additional thoughts:
Unless you're actually interested in the subject matter, don't take classes to prepare for the bar exam. When I was in law school, people were always trying to scare me into taking classes like Secured Transactions (and it was the most-selected elective class when I was there, I think). It would have been insufferable for me, though, and I'm glad I didn't take it. I learned enough about securities from my bar-review course (and, well, real life) to answer any questions on the bar exam, and I spared myself an entire semester of torment. By the time you take the bar exam or get a job, you won't remember the finer details of your courses, anyway.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with taking easy classes. Unless you're at Yale, Stanford, or Harvard, your GPA is what potential employers will first look at. Since it's pointless to take classes to prepare for the bar exam (see above), focus on fattening up that GPA. When you're taking something like Federal Courts or Administrative Law, courses that will require some intensive preparation, feel free to take something like, say, Family Law to help you get through the semester. When I took Family Law, I knew I'd never litigate a divorce or prepare a prenup (sorry, antenuptial agreement). But I knew the reading would be fun and that I wouldn't have to work very hard to understand what was going on.
Prepare a schedule that will require you to be at the law school for the fewest number of days—and even hours—possible. Law students are often sponges, soaking up the stress that emanates from classmates. Limit your exposure to this madness. For instance, I decided at some point that I wanted to do federal appellate work after law school. The natural course for me, though, would have been a seminar that met only on Friday mornings. I couldn't do it, and—once again—I don't regret it at all. You need that extra day, away from the law school, to do the reading and writing for your classes and, well, to have an actual life. A corollary to this rule: Don't participate in clinics that will require you to be at the law school for hours and hours each week. You'll have a job soon enough, I swear. Enjoy the time without one.
To synthesize all these guidelines:
Take classes that interest you. When I was taking classes in sports law, communications law, and the like, I realized there was only a small chance I'd ever get to use the knowledge professionally. And some of the things you'll find interesting
might even be useful later on. For reasons that still aren't clear to me, I enjoyed Wills & Trusts and ended up taking an Advanced Trusts Seminar. Do whatever it takes to get you through the three years, even if it's thinking about the Rule Against Perpetuities. Plus, when you find something you like, you'll have a clue as to what kinds of jobs you should be looking for. I loved Federal Courts, and, hey, that helped me finally develop an employment strategy.
I don't know how Alice got to be so smart about law school while she was still there, but—trust me—she is.
Kieran Healy has an interesting post about DVD packaging. I even like the Lacan and Baudrillard references. And I can
completely relate to his frustration.
In the one undecided Davis Cup tie, Switzerland has defeated France, 3-2. In what
I correctly thought would be the key match,
Roger Federer prevailed. But it wasn't over French No. 1
Sebastien Grosjean, who was pulled from the line-up due to an injury. Federer easily defeated replacement
Fabrice Santoro, clinching the tie for the Swiss.
In the end, I only predicted two of the four ties correctly. Bummer. In my defense, I guess, I had some serious doubts about Russia's chances over Argentina. And, you don't have to believe this, but I would've picked Switzerland over France if I'd known that Fab Santoro would have to go into the line-up. Really. I swear. Fine, don't believe me.
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Woo hoo! My beloved
Kansas City Royals have
gone 5-0 for the first time in the franchise's history. And it's totally unexpected. Hope springs eternal and all that, you know.
I've done pretty well with my Davis Cup predictions. The only real Day 1 surprise for me was how well Mark Philippousis played in his win over Jonas Bjorkman.
All of the Day 2 doubles action is now complete, too. Australia, Spain, and Argentina all clinched victories. Gosh, the Russians, the defending champions, have played badly in losing to Argentina. And, once again, props to David Nalbandian, the Argentine player who is quickly becoming one of my favorites. In the one still-undecided tie, I continue to like France's chances, but it will surely all come down to tomorrow's first singles match between Sebastien Grosjean and Roger Federer.
Hey, I started a new streak last night, as I saw the
Houston Rockets beat the hometown
76ers, 88-79. (I should apparently be kept away from
all local sports teams.) The Sixers looked awful in the third quarter,
after Keith Van Horn left due to an injury. I'm still a fan, but I have to say that I was bit underwhelmed by the Rockets'
Yao Ming. He scored 20, but a big chunk of those were from the free-throw line. He often seemed out of position, and he did not dominate under the basket like a huge center should.
Forgive me, but I need to stake a claim:
And now back to our regular programming.
Thursday, April 03, 2003
I promised to handicap the Davis Cup quarterfinal-round ties that begin tomorrow, and—darn it—I'm a man of my word. About this, anyway.
France-Switzerland: I'm picking the French team, which is hosting the tie in Toulouse. Sebastien Grosjean is playing singles, and he should win both of his matches. I also like countryman Nicholas Escude's chances of winning at least one singles matches. Switzerland's Roger Federer is an awfully good player, but I haven't liked his form lately. I don't expect him to win more than one singles match (the one against Escude, I guess). I give the Swiss a fair chance in the doubles, but I'd pick the French in that one, too. In the end, I envision a 4-1 win for France.
Sweden-Australia: Sweden is hosting Australia, and this tie should be a lot of fun. I expect World No. 1 Lleyton Hewitt to win both of his singles matches, although I have a hunch he'll struggle in at least one match—perhaps his match against Jonas Bjorkman. Hewitt's compatriot Mark Philippousis is ranked higher than either of the two Swedish singles players—Bjorkman and Thomas Enqvist—but I like the Swedes' chances in both matches. They have home-court advantage, after all. However, I give a slight edge to the Australians in what I see as a critical doubles match. Prediction: Australia, 3-2.
Spain-Croatia: Valencia is the site of this tie, and that—and the Spanish red clay—should help spell doom for the underdog Croatians (who took out the U.S. in the first round). I'm a big fan of both Ivan Ljubicic and Mario Ancic, but I can't see either of them beating either Juan Carlos Ferrero or Carlos Moya. The Spanish doubles team, which includes the tasty Albert Costa, is a big favorite in my book. Prediction: A 5-0 victory for Spain. (Sorry, Croatia.)
Argentina-Russia: This is the hardest one to pick, I think, not least of all because Russia has not put either Marat Safin or Mikhail Youzhny into the singles line-up. Russia's Yevgeny Kafelnikov should win both of his singles matches, but he's so inconsistent that, well, that's hard to imagine. I give the Argentine team the edge in the other singles matches if Safin and Youzhny are truly not playing; both David Nalbandian and Gaston Gaudio should defeat Nikolay Davydenko. In the doubles, I like the Russians' chances, even though the match is in Buenos Aires on red clay. All of that could, I guess, mean a 3-2 win for the Argentines, but I just don't see it. Yes, Kafelnikov will probably blow one of his singles matches. But I also fully expect that Davydenko won't actually be playing singles on Day 3. If that happens, and I'm guessing it really will, either Safin or Youzhny will be the victor in a key reverse singles match, giving the edge to the visitors. Prediction: 3-2, Russia. (Warning: I have only moderate confidence in this prediction.)
This is going to be a great weekend for tennis.
Mike of Hunkabutta.com gave us the skinny today on his new job. He's officiating at Christian-style weddings in Japan. Here's how he ended his post:
An hour later I was back on the train, heading home to Minami Senju, wallowing in the sickly sweet surrealness of the moment, and thinking to myself, "Japan must be the only place in the world where an atheist archaeologist can marry two Buddhists in a Christian ceremony and then go home to tell the world about it on his web site."
The
entire post is priceless (just scroll down to the 4/03/03 entry).
Happy 30th Birthday, Designated Hitter Rule! I know most baseball purists don't like the DH, but—you've got to admit—it made the American League what it is. One of my all-time favorite players,
Hal McRae of the
Kansas City Royals, was one of the best designated hitters ever.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Iraq's Olympic headquarters were bombed on Monday. As
I mentioned several days ago, bad things are alleged to have occurred there.
The International Skating Union has decided to test its new computer-based judging system during next year's Grand Prix series. The controversial interim system will continue to be used at next year's major events. If ultimately approved, the new judging system would mean the demise of the "perfect 6.0" that all figure skaters crave. Gosh, I'd miss that. (I
still have serious doubts about reducing the artistry of figure skating to formulae.)
The Tennessean reviewed Nashville Star: The Finalists, a CD featuring (duh) the finalists from
USA Network's
American Idol-ish talent competition,
Nashville Star. The highlight of
the review (link via
Reality Blurred):
Maybe we've reached the point where producers can put anyone with half a clue in a studio, prop them up with deft session musicians and make cookie-cutter records that won't thrill the masses but won't be bad enough to make anyone turn the station.
I've been watching
Nashville Star, and I picked up a copy of
The Finalists last week. I don't think you'll want a copy if you haven't been watching the show, but I agree that it's not half bad. I particularly like
Prentiss Varnon's version of "Hey Good Lookin'" (how could the "celebrity" judges have cut him last week?),
Brandon Silveira's cover of "Act Naturally," and Anne Louise Blythe's "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" (although I didn't like
anything else she did on the show before she was eliminated). Probably the best of the CD:
Buddy Jewell's "Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye."
If Jewell doesn't win the recording contract, there's no justice.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Tonight, I finally broke my streak of winless Flyers games:
Philly 4, Columbus 0. The
Blue Jackets didn't give Flyers goalie
Roman Cechmanek much to do. "I stand there for 10 minutes and nobody was shooting,"
he said. Relatedly, Cechmanek was today named the club's
most valuable player (and I was there for the presentation of the trophy).
Reality Blurred is delightful today. I particularly like the blurb about
Trading Spaces's Hildi burning walls and decorating with shards of glass.
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