Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday I’ve got Sunday on my mind
A nasty but relatively harmless virus hit my laptop last Tuesday—it tells me that my computer is infected and that I need to buy antivirus software, which is false, except of course for the fact that it is now true. But I’m told that it will not eat my brain or discover all my passwords and strew them across the Interwebs. I’m going to have it scrubbed but good later today, though I did spend some quality time with Janet at Best Buy looking at new laptops on Saturday. Because, mirabile dictu, she has the very same virus. Also, I want a laptop that can play these new “DVD” things all the kids are talking about.
So I haven’t been paying much attention to bloggy matters lately, even though I need to follow up (more than once!) on that post for Dissent and have been mentally writing things for Crooked Timber for a few weeks now. (First I have to finish reading this here book manuscript—almost finished, Exceptionally Patient University Press! I’ll have my report this week.) I am given to understand that Obama is going to hand over all our hard-earned nuclear weapons to his Muslim friends, and that his refusal to entertain Sarah Palin’s objections to this plan is antifeminist. I’ve also decided that I should be divulging some of the interesting things I’ve been doing and seeing lately—after all, I am a member of the Cultural Elite in good standing, and it’s not all Battlestar Galactica: Return of the Cylionese Liberation Army around here. Sometimes we go see dancers and meet novelists and “take in” “plays” and of course “screen” “films.” Details to come, along with maybe a YouTube or two.
But for now, as I work on Jamie’s computer (with his permission), I just have two things to say about yesterday’s sporting events.
The first is that Tiger Woods let us all down by bogeying three of the first five holes at Augusta yesterday. It is not simply the degree of his conduct that is so egregious here. It is the fact that he disappointed all of us, and more importantly, our kids and our grandkids. Won’t anybody think of the grandchildren? Our hero did not live up to the expectations of the role model we saw for our children. And our grandchildren! Is there a way forward? I hope yes. I think yes. But certainly his future will never again be measured only by his performance against par, but measured by my personal sense of the sincerity of his efforts to stop duck-hooking the ball.
The second is that you can get into the NHL playoffs by winning a shootout? Really? A shootout? What, the captains can’t meet at center ice, take off their gloves, and do “rock, paper, scissors”? Because that would make more sense.
Not that the Rangers deserved to win, having been outshot eleven billion to twenty-five. I’m just saying.
Back soon with either a new or a squeaky-clean laptop, and a couple of stories to tell.