15 days into 2010 and oy. I don't have to go into the personal dramas at home and work, let alone reiterate the insanity of the earthquake in Haiti and how quickly and beautifully most Americans have leapt to help (and how quickly and viciously a few have leapt to attack). We get the Earth we get.
So far I have managed to avoid cupcakes, though my other resolutions food-wise have faltered a bit. I've read four books this year, two from the Canongate Myths series, one a large photography book that almost doesn't count, and Agassi's autobiography. The latter is by far my favorite, and I urge any and all tennis fans to pick it up. Even if Agassi pissed you off, it's a fascinating read. I've been a fan of Baghdatis for years, so I appreciate the time Agassi spends talking about his last ATP match win, which was against him. How he talks about Rafter is also gratifying. If you're a big fan of Sampras, keep a cool head. As you can imagine, Agassi had a complex relationship with Pete.
I have to finish at least four more books in the next two weeks (I'm thinking The Water-Babies, Homage to Catalonia, The Helmet of Horror, and Twilight of the Superheroes), finish my Nick fellowship, go scream like an idiot from the Golden Globes grandstands on Sunday with Luce, and try once more to do an open mic. When I'm stressing and lost, I must remember that my problems are good problems to have.
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