A Few Quick Notes

I'm cooking up pasta before G. gets home, so no time for the topic that has been weighing on my mind for awhile now...my thoughts on pizza. I love pizza and think I'm quite an expert on the delicious little meal. I was going to do this whole thing on frozen pizza and still want to...someday. Wish I could say my article revisions have kept me busy, but no--more like a cross between World Cup and these goshdarn summer school classes. They seriously are driving me crazy. I've finally settled into the pace and feel comfortable with the students. Sure it took me three weeks and these are the last two weeks, but better late than never??

G. and I had our first argument related to the World Cup, more specifically, whether the US team could be described as playing "well" in their game against Italy. I said yes, they played ten times better than the first game. G. said no, bringing up the fact that the US hasn't scored a single goal, got their one goal by sheer luck, and should not move ahead into the round of 16. I said that's the nature of the World Cup and one of the many reasons why it's a fascinating phenomenon. There's more to the story, like me feeling that G. was patronizing me, which I'm super sensitive to and whenever I sense it, I tend to overreact. Soccer is the first sport I've shown any interest in and actually have researched (tactics, players, teams), so I think I know a thing or two. And I would like to share that thing or two with others and be taken seriously. Is that so wrong?

Well, I've gone World Cup cukoo. And there are still a couple of weeks left. These next rounds are even more exciting because they are elimination rounds. I'm excited. Maybe you aren't excited and wish I would move to other subjects like Filo's latest encounter with a cat or how I almost started crying in yoga (out of frustration, which is so wrong because yoga is all about not judging your own abilities). That stuff is coming. Promise.