jmc_bks: (Nadasco - 08 Spain Davis Cup)
Today was my last visit to the orthodontist.  Teeth are in good alignment, no need to go back unless I lose my retainer, which (as usual) I'll have to wear perpetually.

After running errands today, I stopped at Chick-Fil-A -- it's my usual reward, sweet tea and waffle fries, after getting all my errands run.  The restaurant was PACKED.  Were they giving away food, I wondered?  Essentially.  Bring your receipt in next week and make a purchase and get the same meal on your old receipt for free.

Organized two packages to take to the post office.  Photos, gifts, etc., to The Biochemist and The Chemist.  A couple books for [livejournal.com profile] jperceval .  I missed my local post office's hours, so they'll be mailed tomorrow, along with my bar dues and payment for the beach house next month. \o/

The Boy Uncle stopped by on Sunday on the way to pick up Young Aunt at the airport.  He wanted to talk to me about the house and make sure I didn't feel forced to be interested.  No.  And I have a checklist and benchmarks, so I won't made a bad decision based on sentiment.  But my timetable has been accelerated because Flaky Aunt has made noises about squatting there as she breaks up with yet another guy who won't support her in the manner in which she believes she's entitled.  Flaky Aunt is the equivalent of Blanche Dubois in many, many ways.

Tennis ogling last week )
jmc_bks: (Nadasco - 08 Spain Davis Cup)
My crush on Nathan Fillion grows ever larger.  Between the hammy reading of Richard Castle's book at Comic Con; the whole Mal Reynolds Firefly/Serenity thing and now this?  I'm all *hearteyes*.  Read this bit of information over at ALA's website and then tell me that he isn't a thousand times sexier for being a supporter of reading.

The first few chapters of Bujold's new Vorkosigan novel, CryoBurn, are available at Baen.  If the direct link doesn't work, click on the Webscription link at the top of the main Baen page, which will take you to CryoBurn's ARC page, where there is a link to the chapters.  I haven't read them yet, but am somewhat intrigued by the book summary.  Of course, it'll be an autobuy for me just because it's a new Miles book.

I ordered a case/cover for my refurbished Kindle (known as The Hairball, because for some reason my cat loves to lay on it, which leaves it covered in cat hair).  Anyway, it's been more than two weeks since I ordered it, so I poked the vendor.  Oh, sorry, busy.  Okay, but if it was going to be delayed, just say so; yes, you risk losing a sale, but with adjusted expectations, I would be much more inclined to leave positive feedback for you as a seller.

The Legg Mason Tennis Classic is on.  Have tickets to the Round of 16 on Thursday.  Don't need to go to the semifinals and finals on Saturday and Sunday, right?  Right?

Picnic at Mom's yesterday.  Her deviled eggs are the best ever.  Something about the ratio of bacon bits to relish to seasoning just rocks.  Nana's Chocolate Cake, too, yum.  And steamed crabs.  Brought some home and picked them this evening.  Crab cakes for dinner tomorrow :)
 
jmc_bks: (Nadal at French 2010)
Strawberries?  Check

Cream?  Check

Pimms?  Um, no, not my favorite.  Fizzy lemonade instead.

Radio Wimbledon on.  NBC on the tv, but on mute because I can't stand John McEnroe's bloviating.

Okay, if Berdych doesn't usually bounce around at the entrance and the net the way Rafa does, then he needs to stop.  Because if he's doing it because Rafa is, then Rafa's already in his head.

The consensus among sports writers and people in the know seems to be Nadal in 4.  (*knocks on wood*)

Berdych to serve.

As usual, RW is a bit ahead of the television broadcast, but that's okay, because the announcers are so much better.

1-0 Berdych.

Nadal to serve.  Love hold, 1-1.

Easy holds, 2-2.

Okay, I can't live blog and watch at the same time.  

3 aces from Nadal in three games?  That's unusual.  Oh, and a double fault.   Rafa working a little more than Berdych to hold serve, but still 3-3.

Nadal breaks 4-3.  How did he get that forehand down the line for the first point?

Easy hold, then another break.  Nadal takes the first set 6-3.

First break point for Berdych in the opening game of the second set.  Second via double fault from Rafa. Third via error. Back to deuce again by another double fault.  Hard work to hold serve, 1-0 Nadal.  

Followed by relatively easy holds up to 2-2.

NBC spends too much time scanning for celebrities in the crowd.  Do I care about Lindsey Vonn or Ronnie Wood?  No.  Please return to the match being played.

You know, the pronunciation of Nadal isn't complicated.  Why is it mangled by so many sports commentators?  Same with Rafael.

A few good rallies, but mostly easy holds to 5-5.  Nadal not playing quite as well in the second set as in the first.  More unforced errors, second serves and double faults.

RW announcers call what I've always heard referred to as the doubles alley the tram lines.  English-ism vs. American-ism?

Berdych cracks in the 12th game of the second game, and is broken at love, 7-5.  Nadal goes up two sets to love.

Third set:  1-1, break opportunity for Berdych.  Can't do it, deuce.  2-1 Nadal, on serve.

Steady holds to 4-4.

Dear NBC: I don't care about Bjorn Borg and his epic match with McEnroe 30 years ago.  Please return the camera to the match being played today.

Incredible rally from Nadal, how did he get that ball back and and down the line?!?!

Championship point: let; long, second serve; rally, wins with a passing shot!

\o/ \o/ \o/
jmc_bks: (flaming june)
Monday!  Time to SBD!   

Yesterday I spent a couple hours at Barnes & Noble.  It's been a while since I've gone to the megastore near me and wandered, plucking books at random, then paging through the first few pages while drinking iced tea, deciding which to buy.  Most of my book purchases lately have been ebooks or pre-orders via Amazon.  Anyway, yesterday the remainder table was awesome:  I got three hardbacks for $2.98 each:  Sue Grafton's T is for Trespass, plus two Linda Fairstein books.

Right by the front door there was a display with many shiny, new copies of the new Stephanie Plum hardback book.  Number fifteen?  Sixteen?  And, of course, paperback editions of the one before.  I stopped to check them out...because I always stop.  But then I resumed my browsing without even considering buying a copy.  Or even taking a copy with me to the cafe to skim the first twenty pages and then maybe buy.  Because that is one series that I broke up with successfully.

I know there are a lot of readers who still love Stephanie and her antics and the Burg and her man dilemma, but I felt like the series jumped the shark after book five or six.  It took me several more books to actually break up with the series, though.  And like my struggles with a couple other series (BDB/Ward, I'm looking at you), I fell off the wagon a couple times before being done with the series entirely.  But it seems to have taken; I didn't realize a new Plum book was out until I saw the display.

Also on the book front, I tried a new author:  Matters of the Blood by Maria Lima.  Urban fantasy.  I'm not sure what to think of it.  It was different, I guess, if not particularly gripping or engaging.  

Read Carolyn Crane's debut, Mind Games.  Also original and different; also urban fantasy.  I'm not sure about the raison d'etre of the disillustionists:  yes, they are reforming criminals, but they are essentially engaging in criminal activity themselves.  So two wrongs make a right?  That sort of moral ambiguity can be interesting, though.  The heroine kinda irritated me: not her hypochondria but her "have my cake and eat it too" attitude.  Take what you want and pay for it.  She took what she wanted without asking the price and then complained about it and didn't want to pay up.   Enjoyed the book enough that I might read the next book of the series, although I probably won't go out of my way to find a copy.

In non-book news, I bought a pair of these flip flops.  I LOVE them.  They were on an end cap at CVS when I was stocking up on Ricola Lemon Mint cough drops, DayQuil and Mucinex.  

In health related news:  my sinus cavities must be deformed.  It's the only explanation.  This much mucus is not normal.  Well, to be honest, the nasal congestion doesn't bother me, but I'm a little worried about the sore throat, which has been hanging around for two weeks now.

Lastly, today is my favorite day of Wimbledon:  the second Monday, when all sixteen of the men and women play matches.  There were huge upsets (Roddick's out!  Jankovic, too.) and predictable results (Federer and the Williams sisters) plus at least one nail biter (poor David Ferrer, so close to knocking out Robin Soderling, and yet so far).  I listened Radio Wimbledon while running errands, then watched some on ESPN.  As usual, ESPN's coverage concentrated on the Americans in the draw, so little of the Soderling/Ferrer match was seen, and only a few games of the Nadal/Mathieu match.  So much for their "world wide coverage".  Ugh.

Apparently that wasn't the last thing.  Anything I did last Wednesday?  Probably complete trash.  I should not have been at work.  I was completely incoherent and incapable of logic, as I discovered when I returned to the office on Friday.  Really, I should've stayed home Friday, but there was a project due and never would have heard the end of it if I had missed the deadline. 
jmc_bks: (Default)

It's the first day of Wimbledon. I'd like to stay home and watch, since I can't be there in person.

jmc_bks: (daffs)
It's that time of year again. March Madness! Opening day for MLB! No, the really important thing that happens this time each year for the last few year? The Washington Post's Peeps diorama contest. Check out this year's finalists, taking a close look at my faves, "Peeps and Prejudice and Zombies" and "Where the Wild Peeps Are". Other book-themed Peep tableux include Alice in Wonderland, Goodnight Moon, and Madeleine. There are also a lot of film scenes, current events and pop culture references, if you're interested.

On a happy note, my copy of Arianna Franklin's A Murderous Procession has arrived. And at just the right time. Although I still haven't finished Generation Kill, my fiction slump has broken, I think, courtesy of Patricia Briggs' Silver Borne, which was very good, if a little schmoopy and slightly lavendar in the very end.

Unrelated: why is the TV coverage of Miami's tennis tournament ending with the women's match tonight? The Tsonga/Nadal match isn't being aired anyplace that I can find locally. Must find a live stream.
jmc_bks: (armada4 - 08 Davis Cup)
So, before I forget about it, I wanted to write about some of the tennis I watched live at the US Open on Labor Day and the following Tuesday.

The original plan was for M, S, C to go with me.  But there were scheduling issues and financial issues, and finally I said to myself, fuck it, I'm going to watch tennis live in a larger venue than the DC Legg Mason tournament.  If they want to join me, they can, but I'm not waiting around for them.  And so I went. 

Took the bus to NYC -- it was full, not surprisingly, and arrived a little late but was a comfortable ride, and much cheaper than driving or taking the train.  After dropping my bag at the hotel, took the #7 out to Flushing Meadows.  A LOT of people were doing the same -- the train was standing room only from Times Square out to Mets-Willets Point station, where the tennis grounds are located.

Went first to Ashe Stadium to watch Melanie Oudin play Nadia Petrova -- she got spanked in the first set, so I went next door to Armstrong Stadium to watch part of the Soderling-Davydenko match...but not much of it, since Davydenko retired.  In retrospect, I should have either stayed in Armstrong through the Wickmayer-Kvitova match, holding onto my seat for the Verdasco-Isner match, or returned to Ashe to see the rest of the Oudin-Petrova match.  Instead, I wandered around the outer courts, checking out matches being played by juniors and doubles, then headed over to the grandstand to watch Nestor/Zimonjic play Kendrick/Tipsarevich in a pretty good doubles match; caught part of the third set of Wickmayer-Kvitova, then headed back to Ashe to watch Roger Federer play Tommy Robredo.  I hesitated, because the outcome of the Federer match was pretty much a foregone conclusion -- Robredo is good but Federer is great (although I'm still not sold on his being the GOAT) -- but it seemed wrong to have the chance to see Federer play and not do so.  And I really wanted to see Verdasco play; not so much for Isner.  Anyhow, by the time the Federer match was over, Armstrong was at capacity, so I watched the Verdasco-Isner match on the big screen, along with many other tennis fans.  Ended up watching mixed doubles in the grandstand before heading back to Ashe to watch Svetlana Kuznetsova play a pretty good match but choke in the third set against Caroline Wozniacki, then an okay match between Radek Stepanek and Novak Djokovic.  Was impressed by Djokovic's joking with John McEnroe -- he alienated the crowd last year but went out of his way to please the crowd this year.

Back to the hotel at about 1am.

Tuesday's tennis:

More doubles on Tuesday:  caught part of the Bryan brothers' match in Ashe, then headed over to see Laura Robson, British winner of Wimbledon juniors in 2008, beat Lauren Embree in a three set match.  Kim Clijsters disposed of Na Li handily, so quickly that I only caught the last couple of games of the second set.  Andy Murray's match against Marin Cilic was disappointing; not because he lost, but because he never really showed up, and the match was fairly blah.  At different points during the day, I watched Andy Murray and Jo-Wilfried Tsonga on the practice court, along with Stubbs/Stosur, who were hitting with Conchita Martinez, and Nestor/Zimonjic.  In the late afternoon, went to the Mirnyi/Ram match against Nestor/Zimonjic -- the crowd was tiny, less than 150 people, because everyone was either watching the Gonzalez-Tsonga match or getting ready to go into Ashe for the evening matches.  Small as it was, the crowd was hugely partisan on the side of Mirnyi/Ram.  Frankly, the hecking was quite noticeable and a little disturbing (which is saying something since I've sat through games with Philly fans, thx).  But the umpire did not do anything at all about it; at one point, a woman directly behind Zimonjic called him Ziggy (all I could think was, WTF, he so doesn't look like a Ziggy) and taunted him, and when he turned around and told her to shut up, the umpire gave him a sportsmanship warning.  He was very unhappy with the lack of crowd control on her part, and said so.

Back to Ashe to watch Serena beat Flavia Pennetta in what was a fairly good match, despite the score.  Pennetta played a good match, and the partisan crowd liked her even though she was playing one of the Williams sisters.  Then Gael Monfils played Rafael Nadal.  Monfils took the first set, breaking Nadal early, but Nadal improved as the set went on, and was extremely strong in the next three sets, taking them from Monfils easily.  At one point during the second set, after extended rallies, Nadal walked around the court in total control and appeared to not even breathe heavily, while Monfils leaned on his racquet and heaved for breath.  Monfils, I understand, is a mercurial fellow and his conditioning isn't what it could be -- that was fairly clear during the second and third sets, when shots that were miraculously in during the first set started to go long and wide.  He played to the crowd and appreciated the cheering, though.

After that:  headed back to Manhattan, picked up my bag and went to Penn Station to wait for the 3:30am train home.  Yes, I went to work on Wednesday and was a zombie, but it was totally worth it. 

Random pieces of information: 
  • Bhupathi is pronounced BOO-pat-hi - I'm never sure if the "th" is a digraph or not.  Not in this case, just a consonant cluster.
  • The tournament cocktail special was a "Honey Deuce", which was Grey Goose (sponsor!), lemonade, and Chambord, with a skewer of honey dew melon balls as garnish.
  • A variety of food sponsors gave out yogurt, cookies, etc.  Stoneyfield Farms is now making Greek yogurt with Oikos.  And I love Lu's shortbread cookies.
  • The USTA had to be making major bucks on concessions (a variety, not just hot dogs, etc.) and on the souvenir shops.
Observations:

The accessibility of the players, especially on the smaller courts and the practice courts was amazing.  In fact, a lot of the matches on the smaller courts were better than the larger courts, if only because they were so immediately in front of me as a spectator. 

Ashe Stadium is well-designed in terms of line of sight and there does not seem to be a bad seat in the house.  I say that as someone who had nosebleed-height seats, but still felt like I could see everything.  Having said that, I also have to say that the crowd control was not impressive.  [Perhaps exemplified by the fan who managed to get on court and hug Nadal, despite whatever security was in place.]  Or maybe it was impressive by its invisibility?  I dunno.  I was only asked for my ticket once, when I entered in the morning.  After that, never again. 

Also, negotiating the exterior was a mess -- the abundance of food vendors was nice, but there was no line control and bunches of people waiting to order their food of choice often blocked the walkways, griding foot traffic to a crawl.  Frankly, negotiating the upper level concourse was worse than any other sporting event I've ever attended, college or professional.

Seating:  this was the first sporting event I've ever attended where people sat wherever they wanted (in the upper deck) from the start.  My other experience has been that you sit where your tickets say, then move down as the game progresses; not so much here.  Which was profoundly irritating, because people acted put upon when evicted them to their own proper seats.

Also related to crowd control, probably a function of the size of Ashe:  it was irritating as hell for there to be no seating control.  People came and went in the middle of points, in between games, forget the idea of seating only on changeovers.  Especially early in matches, rallies were frequently blocked by people who didn't understand (or didn't care) about obstructing the view of others.  Of course, since the USTA staff didn't seem to understand the concept either, letting people into the smaller courts and grandstand inconsistently, I suppose I shouldn't bitch about rude fans.

Definitely want to go back next year, although I hope the M, S and C are more organized and can go, too.  But even if they can't, I'm going again.  I'm not sure about the value of the Ashe ticket versus grounds/grandstand admission, since most of the matches I enjoyed were not played on Ashe, but I'll still be buying tickets next April.

I took my camera and even managed to take some pictures.  But they are mostly blurry and have ant-like people moving around the court.  Here's one of the south entry with the Unisphere.




jmc_bks: (Chocolate)
Meryl Streep rocks as Julia Child. 

Amy Adams as Julie Powell?  Meh, she seems like a one-note actress to me:  here's another cute ingenue, nothing new.

And Stanley Tucci as Paul Child was fabulous.

All in all, a pretty good movie.  Lots of beautiful food, beautiful places.  I would love to see a biopic about Julia alone, because she seems to have lived such a varied and adventurous life.

Could've done with less talking with food in mouth and chewing with mouths open.  Were the characters supposed to have no table manners?  Or was that supposed to demonstrate how good the food was?  Missed.

Completely unrelated, I love this commercial for the US Open Series:





jmc_bks: (Stupid)
It has been reported that the Philadelphia Eagles have signed the former VT/Atlanta quarterback to a two year contract.

How disappointing.
jmc_bks: (Baseball)
One point that Lauren Willig made during her workshop at RWA really stuck with me:  authors need to think about whether their historical accuracy is going to pull readers out of the story, and determine how important that detail is to the overarching story.  Because if a detail (accurate) strikes the reader as inaccurate for the period, it will jar them out of the reading experience.  The example she used was the appearance of a camera in a historical novel.  Reality: the technology for early cameras existed at the time, at least in a rudimentary way.  Reading experience: readers were jolted out of the story by the hero of a historical novel using a camera at a time when they believed cameras had not yet been invented.

I'm reading a contemporary right now, one of the many books I obtained at RWA. And on the first two pages, details yanked me out of the story. A four man pitching rotation?  No team in MLB uses a four man rotation; they began dying in the 70s and kicked the bucket in the early 80s.  Periodically teams use 4 starters when there are breaks coming up in the schedule or one of their starters is on the DL, but there are no true four man rotations in the MLB right now.  Or so I thought.  But it turns out that there is talk about a few teams using them in the second half of the season

The second thing that pulled me out of the story was the fact that the hero, a starting pitcher, "routinely" won twenty games per season.  Uh, okay.  The vast majority of pitchers never have a twenty win season.  The idea of it being routine was supposed to make the reader understand how very good this guy was at his job, how talented he was. But it just made me roll my eyes.  Except there are a bunch of pitchers who did win 20 games per season more than once, so maybe routinely wasn't such a bad word to use. 

Here's the thing:  this is a pretty good book.  I like the characters, even the secondary ones.  It's well paced and very readable.  But those two things that I knew (or thought I knew) made me put the book down and go hunt up baseball statistics, which is probably not the author's goal.









Now that I think about it, most of the players on that list of multiple 20W seasons played in the era of the four man rotation, so maybe it isn't such an odd thing, to have the two things (rotation and 20W) together in the book, even if it distracted me.




jmc_bks: (armada4 - 08 Davis Cup)

Dear Andy Roddick,

I've never been a huge fan of your game: mostly because of its dependence on your HUGE first serve and lack of variety. Plus you remind me of Stiffler in the American Pie movies. But I have been impressed by your effort this season, when you seem to have decided to go all in.

And now the final at Wimbledon against Federer, who has more or less wiped the court with you in earlier W finals.

Congratulations on not folding when he had you at break point 5-5, and for going on to break him to win 7-5.

I hope you can win two more sets, and your first Wimbledon. Even if you can't, you'll have changed at least one casual tennis fan's opinion.

ETA: What a match! Tied in the 5th set, 12 games all! Andy's serve hasn't been broken yet through the match, with Federer's sets coming via tie break.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

jmc_bks: (seagull)

I used what little brain power I had left this evening to finish up (not very satisfactorily, tbh) a post on ebook pricing for Readers Gab.  There's nothing left for SBD, which is a shame.  Maybe next week?

Unrelated:  Wimbledon began today, but I cannot muster much enthusiasm because the prohibitive favorite is Roger Federer. Nadal is out with tendonitis; Andy Murray is probably going to choke on the expectations of millions of Britons; Djokovic has been head casey since his heart-breaking loss to Nadal in Madrid (maybe the best match I've seen all year).  The others?  Eh.  What's my problem with Federer?  Well, I can appreciate the genius of his tennis, but something about his personality just rubs me wrong:  he comes across as smug and snobbish.  Is he so in real life?  I have no idea, that's just the vibe I get.  And frankly, the omnipresent monogram, gold man purse and this year's Wimbledon kit are not serving to diminish this impression but to reinforce it.  I get that he is the GOAT according to conventional wisdom, but Nike is doing him a disservice with that get up.  The jacket?  The vest?  [He's married now; why isn't his wife checking what he wears before he leaves the house?  Seriously, just because he's friends with Anna Wintour doesn't mean he won't make fashion mistakes.]


  

Photos (c) Getty Images.

TBR fail

Jun. 17th, 2009 08:37 pm
jmc_bks: (jediowl's LMB bafflement)
Yet again I fail at Keishon's TBR Challenge.  I'm not reading much.  Re-reading, mostly.  This past weekend I pulled Siri L. Mitchell's The Cubicle Next Door off the shelf.  It's inspirational, but only mildly so and not proselytizing.  Upon rereading, the book struck me as very readable chicklit, which made me wonder if the label and/or distribution limited its potential audience. [ Although the heroine really needed a head slap...which the hero gave her, metaphorically.]

The New Yorker profile of LaNora (courtesy of SBTB) was refreshingly not condescending...but nothing new either, really.  More interesting to me in that issue was the article on the exhumation of Granadino Republicans murdered by the Falange during the Spanish Civil War, particularly that of Federico Garcia Lorca.  It reminds me that I need to find my copy of Ghosts of Spain.

Caught part of the Jays-Phillies game earlier this evening.  Ryan Howard, Phillies' 1B, has the longest current active consective games streak - 339.  Which reminds me again of the glory days of Cal Ripken and his 2,632 games. 


jmc_bks: (blue)
I think I may have been one of the few football fans in the USA to rejoice earlier this year when John Madden's retirement was announced. I hated listening to him; his congested voice was like nails on a chalk board, his "me me me" stories were recycled and pedantic, and his egregious overuse of the tele-pen drove me crazy.  I watched MNF with the sound muted because he got on my nerves so much.

I understand that commentators are supposed to be conveying the excitement of the game/match, but sometimes they seem to love the sound of their own voices more than the game.  And they don't understand that sometimes, silence really is golden; just let the sounds of the game tell the story.  Fans don't need to be spoon fed.

The tennis equivalent (for me) is John McEnroe.  As I watch, I just want to scream JFC, stop telling anecdotes about your playing days; talk about the match in front of you. 

Also, please use proper English.  He did not play phenomenal; he played phenomenally.

I really think I prefer the relative silence of Jason Goodall and Robbie Koenig.  Or the Spanish announcers who've called a couple of matches I've watched on Youtube.
jmc_bks: (star fort kinsale)

On July 6, 2008, two compelling athletes met on Wimbledon’s Centre Court in the men’s final and served up a seminal event in tennis. Roger Federer was on track to take his rightful place as the most dominant player in the history of the game. The Wimbledon champ for five years running, Federer needed only to sustain his trajectory. But in the fading daylight it was his rival, the swashbuckling Spaniard Rafael Nadal, who met the moment. Their captivating match was, according to the author, “essentially a four-hour forty-eight-minute infomercial for everything that is right about tennis – a festival of skill, accuracy, grace, strength, speed, endurance, determination, and sportsmanship.” It was also the encapsulation of a fascinating and textured rivalry, hard fought and of historic proportions.

In the tradition of John McPhee’s Levels of the Game, Strokes of Genius deconstructs this defining event, using it as the backbone of provocative, entertaining look at the art, psychology, technology, strategy, and personality that go into a single tennis match. With vivid, intimate detail, Wertheim re-creates this epic battle in a book that is both a study of the mechanics and art of the game and a portrait of a rivalry as dramatic as that of Ali-Frazier, Palmer-Nicklaus, and McEnroe-Borg.

First, let me say that although I enjoy playing tennis, I have no particular talent and have never taken lessons; what little I know about technique has been gleaned from watching professional matches. For the casual tennis fan like me, the post Agassi-Sampras years were rather bland, being consumed entirely by Federer’s perfection. He reigned as #1 for a staggering 237 weeks – nearly five 5 years – and for most of those weeks, there was little or no serious, sustained competition. Federer seemed to win majors effortlessly. Not until Rafael Nadal appeared on the scene, winning the French Open (the only Grand Slam not in Federer’s assortment of titles), taking over the European clay court season, and chasing Federer onto the grass courts of Wimbledon, did any significant competition appear on Federer’s radar.

Strokes of Genius: Federer, Nadal and the Greatest Match Ever Played is a thumbnail sketch of the current state of tennis, combined with a brief biography of Nadal and Federer, and a commentary on the 2008 Wimbledon final. The thumbnail history and biographies are both interesting and enlightening, especially to someone uneducated in the recent history of the game, the science of the sport, and the different structure of the tennis industry as compared to, say, baseball or American football. I especially liked the sections that discussed the situation of the non-Top 25 player, the journeymen who eke out a living playing professional tennis, who don’t win or even play in the biggest tournaments. And the section about Pascal Maria, the umpire, was intriguing as well. (Sports referees fascinate me; tennis, football and baseball particularly.) The commentary on the game itself, eh, it wasn’t as gripping. And I say that as someone who was riveted by the match. Perhaps because I enjoyed the match so much, any commentary was bound to be a bit of a let down? Maybe. But all in all, Strokes of Genius was still worth reading for the casual fan of tennis.

Would a more knowledgeable tennis fan enjoy the book? I don’t know, really. Probably a better-educated tennis fan would know a lot of the history and psychology of the sport, so maybe not. 

jmc_bks: (blue)
Nadal v. Djokovic, SF.  This third set tie break has featured some insanely good tennis.

Which makes up for the sloppy first set, frankly.

Now I must go back to watching.


Also:  What is up with Nadal's head band/hair thingy?  He looks quite disheveled and out of sorts.
jmc_bks: (Chocolate)
Last week was a pretty crappy week.  Very Bad Things are going on at work.  Or maybe they would be better described as Very Scary Things?  I dunno; my job is not in jeopardy, at least not right now, but a lot of middle management is running scared: suddenly things that they have let slide are important again, and since these things are their priority, they should be mine.  Right?  Uh, no, not so much. 

Also, our office moved.  [The background of the move and the cost in time and money have been the subject of public criticism.  Seriously.]  Which involved packing and moving a file room (in addition to my office) and learning that none of our file clerks can count or know the alphabet.  We'll be doing a shelf read of the file room, all 7,500 files, and re-ordering everything.  Yay!  Because we didn't have enough to do already.  And since we no longer trust the file clerks (I think they are about to be fired, all of them), we'll be doing this in pairs in our "extra" or "spare" time, while unpacking our offices and gearing up for our next audit and the Office Hysteria.

The bad things at work influenced my already bitchy mood, bleeding into the home life.  I am a glass half empty kind of person, a perspective that I struggle with constantly, trying not to look to the downside automatically.  Last week was a very bad week in that sense, because it was hard to see any upside with what was going on.  It was also hard to see anything good going on outside of the office.  C and I argued, which isn't a big deal normally.  He bailed on seeing Star Trek yesterday because of it, I think, though he said otherwise when we spoke (briefly).  And being in a prickly mood still, I thought Screw him.  I'm going to see it anyway, without him.  And I did.  (More on this later.)  Now I feel a little bad about it; fences to mend.  It was me, all me.

Today was Mother's Day.  Mom came to visit -- collecting cards, gifts, flowers, and a pan of brownies (her favorite).   Then T and I went to the O's-Yankees game.  Sadly, the O's lost.  T restrained his gloating until we got home, then he was quite rude about it.  <sigh>  There were noticeably fewer Yankee fans in attendance than usual.  Part of that had to do with Mother's Day, I'm sure, but I wonder if the economy is showing here.  For a lot of Yankee fans, a weekend trip to Baltimore and relatively good tickets were a cheap getaway; maybe not so much now that money is tighter.

I think my mood has recovered, and I can write about my reading -- I did get through a couple of books last week, but didn't want to write anything while in such a bad mood.

Star Trek:  I'm not a fan of the original series.  I don't like Kirk and because he is so central to pretty much every episode, I've never really thrilled to the show.  I do, however, love TNG.  (It's all about Picard.  And Data.)  Anyway, the new Kirk?  A bit better than Shatner.  But new Spock, new Bones, new Scotty, new Sulu?  All rock.  Uhura rocks hard in both versions, although I wish she'd managed to get a better uniform than the micromini.  There were some little things that I would quibble about, but the movie was worth the $10.50 matinee ticket.  [Huh? Three months ago that same theater's matinee ticket was $7.50.  What's going on?]

Also, the trailer for Terminator: Salvation does its job.  Definitely going to see that movie. 

Also, unrelated:  the corner bar has root beer on tap.  Yum.
jmc_bks: (Baseball)
Let the rejoicing commence!  Spring is here!  Baseball is back!

Despite the overcast sky and the rain (which came down in a deluge on my walk home), spring has arrived in the form of baseball.

There were many, many fans of that pin-striped team wandering around the harbor; more O's fans came out as game time approached.  I figure the O's fans were coming from home, while the ps fans (some, not all) were making a day or overnight trip for the game, and thus were in town early, out and about doing touristy things until the gates opened at 1pm.  First pitch was scheduled for 4:05, but was delayed due to rain.

My hope is for a .500 season, nothing more.
jmc_bks: (Baseball)

+In case you've been hiding under the metaphorical rock, it's time for DABWAHA.  Check out the brackets, then register and make your predictions.  I've been vacillating -- vote based on my actual preferences, or be pragmatic about it and select those books that a lot of others seemed to love (even if I hated them with the fire of a thousand burning suns or thought they were ~meh~).

+Dear Pope -- condoms aren't a part of the solution to the spread of AIDS?  Abstinence is best?  Yet another example of pragmatic reality being ignored by theoretical dogma.

+I've been totally wowwed by Sean Kennedy's Tigers and Devils.  Available in paperback and e-book versions from Dreamspinner Press here, and also for the Kindle here.  Reading this makes up for the less than impressive Def Con One from John Simpson (imaginative setting, okay as an action/adventure story, poor as a genre romance, with some stylistic choices that *really* did not work for me, including POV and narrator's voice), also from Dreamspinner.  (Discovered both when checking out the non-DRM publisher list printed by DA.)

+Also very pleased with Linnea Sinclair's Hope's Folly, which was the very first Kindle book I purchased :)  LS's back list has been hit or miss for me, especially the last couple of books, but HF was a home run for me.  Working on a blurb/review of sorts.

+Why is the tourney at Indian Wells not on TV anywhere?  Well, on FSN, which is available in limited markets.  Seriously, ESPN, how can you bill yourself as the worldwide leader in sports when your coverage of anything outside of American football, baseball and basketball is so craptastic?  And why must the Tennis Channel re-air (for the dozenth time!) the US-Switzerland Davis Cup matches -- they weren't that interesting live, and on endless repeat, well...waste of airtime. 

+Opening Day (away) is only two weeks away.  The home opener is 20 days away.  What did Einstein say, that insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results?  Yet again, I will hope for a winning season.  .500 doesn't seem like too much to ask, does it?



 

jmc_bks: (Baseball)
Dear Dick Enberg: 

There is no long "e" sound in the name Rafael.  Not Raf-ee-yul.  Please to be correcting your pronunciation.

Dear ESPN:

The Bottom Line ticker that runs constantly on ESPN2 is irritating as hell.  Must it run perpetually?

Kthx,
jmc

ETA:  ESPN.com, you FAIL at geography.  Melbourne is not in southwest Australia, but the southeast. 

ETA2:  Apparently someone at ESPN.com has realized the error and fixed it.  Here's a screencap, pre-edit. 
 
 
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