My review of Pink Floyd's

The Wall is becoming a troublesome thing.  I need to give it some time and look at it tomorrow w/ fresh eyes.

In the meantime, here are just a couple of little nuggets to tide my lovelies over:

• As we all know, Spring Training (mostly) does not mean much in terms of predictive value for MLB clubs.  Even so, Beltre is playing now (he had been hurt); Feliz has had his moments as a starter! (e'en tho most folks are convinced he will stay our closer); Michael "The Face" Young has shut up and is "just playing baseball" (like our Manager, Wash, likes to say); our CEO resigned! (the Ryan Express is now CEO); we still always lose to the Giants; we handle the A's w/ ease; and frickin' Jonathon Sanchez beaned our kid, Mitch Moreland, who had the Rangers' only shining moment in the World Serious last year, a homer off him.  Still, the Rangers should be the favorite to win the AL West.  The A's are improved (have fun w/ Rich Harden, guys!) and their rotation is plenty good but I like the Rangers at this point.  The real team to beat in the AL is Boston, though.  Ugh.  I hate the Red Sox.
• Splendid little witty article in the NYT yesterday about a hot young politician in Germany who got busted for plagiarizing his thesis.  (Apparently, in Deutschland that is a big big no-no, plagiarism in academia.)  
• Some of you might remember this post about Caitlin Flanagan's article in The Atlantic about Karen Owen's Duke "fuck-list" PowerPoint.  Ms Flanagan took an unholy shellacking for it, in the blogosphere and on The Atlantic's own comment boards but Flanagan finally got to respond in this months issue.  She responded to two letters and gosh, did she respond.  Her response is so delicious that I must share a paragraph with you:  "If Danielle Barry has read Owen's PowerPoint as carefully and sympathetically as she claims, then I assume she approves of the racism in which Owen and her white consorts took such comedic delight.  When the group joke among a bunch of privileged white kids is that a young woman had sex with a black athlete for the sole purpose of giving birth to a linebacker, then-in my book, anyway-we are in the territory of something ugly.  If Barry wants to cling to the protocol and rhetoric of the kind of clapped-out feminist theory that seems to reach its highest moments of passion and purpose in the production of poorly researched letters to editors, she might at least stay true to her colors and refrain from referring to me (perhaps her sworn enemy, but nobody's minor child) as a girl."  Obv,  Flanagan can defend herself but let me just put my two cents in here:  Ms Owen can do whatever the hell she pleases.  If she wants to get drunk and sleep with athletes and make PowerPoints about them, fine.  I do not think Ms Flanagan was betraying the sisterhood by perhaps suggesting that Ms Owen's actions might be unseemly, or, heck, even unhealthy for Ms Owen, herself, and for college women and the culture at large.  One of the biggest arguments (of course) against Flanagan's article was the false equivalency one, i.e. "Boys have been making fuck lists forever, no one complains about that."  For me, personally, Yeah, I have got a real problem with Boy Fuck Lists.  In fact, I have a real problem with Fuck Lists in general, especially those shared on the net or on social networks.  Call me old-fashioned, that is the way I am.  
• My beloved Sandra Tsing Loh had an article in the latest Atlantic.  It is in defense of the latest recent "outrage", Amy Chua's parenting book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother.  The article is fine but it is not as marvelous as many of Ms Tsing Loh's past Atlantic articles have been.  I love her.  I save them all.  
• Saw Inside Job.  I was expecting to be infuriated like when I saw Casino Jack (the doc, not the Spacey film) but I was not.  I was depressed.  I expect I will be depressed for a while.  Basically, it is thus:  It is over.  The US is fucked.  The bad guys won and are winning still.  Inside Job won the Oscar, of course, and rightly so.  It is AAA recommended from me (but it is depressing as all get-out.)  
• Also saw The Adjustment Bureau which was great.  Maybe it was the fedoras but it really had a 1940s popcorn movie feel to it that charmed me.  Ms Blunt (normally not one of my favorites) was wonderful in it.  In fact, all the "cute" falling-in-love scenes were fantastically written and performed.  "Chemistry" between stars in movies is such an over-used term but Damon and Blunt (in this film, at least) had it in spades.  Also highly recommended.

And that is it for me.

Sandra Tsing Loh, you rule my world!

Bye bye bye.