Thursday, August 30, 2007

marry me, Roberta!

Some people lose beautifully.

I was watching a little bit of The U.S Open last night. You know - watching for short skirts and hoping for low camera angles - when lo and behold I'm introduced to this wonderful woman from Italy, Roberta Vinci!

Some elegant, perspiration-free, Lady In Red was pummeling her in a quick 50 minute walk in the park, 6-0,6-1, but it was Ms. Vinci, drenched and breathtakingly scurrying after balls, that I fell in love with.

Why you ask?

Because she was smiling.

Ranked 51st in the world, like a State in the union nobody would want to visit, she really never had a chance. The airplane she arrived on most likely left its engines idling, and she probably never unpacked her toothbrush at the hotel. But when late in the match she won her lone game she whirled on her heal, pumped her fist for the appreciative crowd, and smiled bright enough to illuminate the New York skyline.

Who says winning is everything?
Just a moment of grace is the secret ingredient of life.
Oh, Roberta, voi perdente bello!

Friday, August 24, 2007

good readin' worth eatin'

Nothin' flashy, no special effects, just insightful, funny, and yes...sometimes bizarre burnt offerings.

Does that wet your appetite for good reading?
Then be sure to visit Joe's
Libertianism and Things blog!

More variety there than on the menu at your IHOP!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Magdalena's daughter

Happy Birthday, Doris!

It's amazing...although we've never met in person (the Belgrade Special doesn't seem to stop at the bus station here), truly, it seems I know more about this young woman than any other:

Almost like separated twins (except I certainly turned out uglier).

She's just not like any other woman I've ever met. She's more vibrant and's like she's every shade of all the colors of beautiful sunrises you've ever seen.

Volim te, Doris!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

speaking of being dead for 30 years..

Following the Elvis anniversary comes the date 30 years on of the man I wanted to be like when I was a kid, and still do - the incomparable Groucho.

One thing we do have in common is the fear of going broke, but we won't dwell on that. Maybe we should dwell on another similarity - liking girls?

Yes, maybe we'll go in that direction now. So, to celebrate this date in history I will now leave my computer fan humming to itself and proceed down the block to the front of the market and accost girls.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

crying children

Go to your windows. Open them and listen. That sound you hear is the result of the recall of 10.5 million China-infested toys by Mattel. The sound you hear is the little children hopelessly wailing as the grownups attempt to pry their favorite play things from their dirty, stubby little fingers.

Oh the humanity!!
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