Monthly Archives: June 2006

World Cup Thoughts

[For my American friends:  World Cup — that event going on in Germany for the sport we call "soccer" but the rest of the world calls "football."  It happens every four years and is something that almost every other country in the world is passionately interested in.]

This entry stems from the frustration I was feeling on Tuesday morning.  You see, I’ve been watching the World Cup games on the mornings I didn’t have to go into campus for work.  Tuesday I did have to work so I figured I’d listen to the Brazil / Ghana match on Paul’s little portable radio with headphones on the bus.  I spent about an hour trying to find a radio station in Los Angeles that was carrying the match live.  The result of my search?  I discovered that NO station broadcasting in English anywhere in Southern California was carrying the game live.  Not a one.  I could have listened in Spanish… if my Spanish was that good (it isn’t). 

So sad.  At work, my office mate and I were following the match via the BBC.  Of course we couldn’t listen to the BBC 5 webcast (that was only available if you were in teh UK) so we received our reports via the on-line text reports like some sort of telexed news from the front.

[more later… sorry]

Okay, not more later (I forgot about this entry).  Except it’s sad that the coverage in the US was so poor. 

Insomnia blogging

So I couldn’t sleep last / this night.  It’s not too surprising, drugs having given me an over twelve hour sleep the previous one.  I guess I’m still getting used to the dose of my anti-anxiety meds (I’m taking them for my eczema).  At 4am I gave up the ghost and got up.  Nothing too surprising there either.  I have to be up at 6am to get to work on time and there’s nothing worse, for me anyway, then falling asleep only to have my alarm go off an hour later.

What did I do with this extra time I hear you ask?  Well, I caught up on some blog reading and (this is the funny part) scrubbed and mopped my kitchen floor.  Last, but even stranger (as this is usually/always Paul’s job), I unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it and turned it on. 

I realized it was his job generally when it took me 5 minutes to remember how to attach the hoses on our cute portable dishwasher to the faucet. (!!)