I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve never actually read any of Coetzee’s books; Robin (who’s much better read in contemporary fiction than I am) keeps scaring me off them by telling me how harrowing they are. I have seen him a couple times around Stanford, though, where he’s been a visiting professor. I heard him read from Youth last year.…
Author: Timothy Yu
J.M. Coetzee has won the Nobel Prize for literature (thanks Jordan).
Memo from our department administrator: “The Mac’s have all been upgraded to OS X and are suffering.”
Wish my snacking habits were as healthy as Stephanie’s. I’m about to go park myself in front of Cubs-Braves Game 2 with Pringles on my left hand and Chicken in a Biskits on my right. (The latter taste extremely good with milk, in a third-grade kind of way.)
Cubs win!
At least the Yankees lost. A Snow Belt Series?
Okay, I am going to watch. Yikes!
Ten minutes to Cubs-Braves, Game 1. Do I watch? It’s a little like watching your best friend making his acting debut. You love the guy, but deep down you’re really afraid he’ll make a total ass of himself, looking right at you the whole time saying “how’m I doing?” with his eyebrows.
See, before this didn’t bother me so much because I could always go to campus and hook up to the network. But since the University of Chicago hates me and won’t give me an email account (heck, even my library card didn’t work yesterday) I’m marooned in slowberspace.
Monkey load time at current connection speed: 226.356 seconds. Grrrr.