Photo Credit: Cheezburger What I’m watching Hey, I’m a simple girl. The World Cup is on, I watch it. And, like, I’m not even that enamoured by football (please ignore all previous posts that hint at the contrary), but there’ve been some really good games! My favourite so far? Easily the fixture between Spain and Cabo Verde. I’ll be one of the quickest to write off a goalless draw as a boring, annoying match, but honestly! If there ever was a match that perfectly captured the feeling of frustration, it would be this one. Spain: incursion, after incursion, after–you guessed it–incursion. And yet they didn’t even get an offside goal in because of the immovable object that was Cabo Verde’s defence, especially the crazy good man in goal, Vozinha. It was a beautiful picture of duality: Spain all attack, Cabo Verde all defence, frustrating every Spanish effort. For World Cup debutants to hold former winners to such an exciting draw, it deserves an honourable mention. Also, I...
What I’m thinking About that title. Could you? How would you define ‘list’? I tried and I came to a gathering of…thoughts? An itemized sequence? A compilation…of things? Yes, because compilation is so much simpler a word than ‘list.’ Anyway. The Guardian put together a list of what they called the 100 best novels ever written (you can check it out here ), by asking over 170 critics, authors, academics. It’s an interesting list. I’ve read some of the books on it. I like a few of them. (I love Pride and Prejudice! I’ve read it more than once, and even read modern retellings.) I read some of them and at the end I went, ‘Um, okay.’ I’m surprised some of the ones I thought would be there aren’t there. (Oddly, I started reading the one that hit number one around the same time the list appeared. Oh, I’m not cool or much of an intellectual. I just wanted to read without actually reading, and I had that audiobook, so.) Looots of things have been said about the list. It’s...