Thursday, 27 June 2013
I am writing so many words every day on not this blog that there are very few left over.
This is the song of the summer (thanks twitter - probably Ian Leslie if history is a judge).
John Lanchester keeps churning out magic things about the banks. Did you know that 'if there hadn’t been so much other lurid wrongdoing in the world of finance, and if mis-sold payment protection insurance had a sexier name, PPI would stand out as the biggest scandal in the history of British banking'? It's big to the tune of at least £16bn. Much more than the Olympics, as he points out.
Would you be more uplifted by a mediaeval child's drawings of Novgorod?
Chris Kluwe is a bleeding heart liberal and NFL punter. Like not many English professional sportsmen, he's written about Ayn Rand.
While you're at Salon, read about Texan senator Wendy Davis. Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.
It's a tennis golden age. A very interesting thing about one of the reasons.
Mike Cervenak plays minor league baseball for the Toledo Mud Hens. He's a great guy, but he's never going to the Big Show. Like a lot of us in our mid-30s, he has found his career has landed somewhere between optimal happiness and utter futility. These days, Cervenak is more valuable for his reliability than his potential. He would be a tough guy to lose but not a particularly hard guy to replace. He is organizational depth. He is not a prospect.
My Struggle seems like a terrible title for a 6 volume Norwegian novel, but if you're Norwegian you have already read it and if you're not, you should at least be interested.