Bookworm

Finally! Opening Day for the Yankees

It's tempting to put too much stock in yesterday's game -- a well-pitched, low scoring game where the Chien Ming Wang handed the ball to Joba in the eighth who handed it to Mo in the ninth for the win. It reminds me of 1996, when (my faulty memory says) our starters routinely went seven innings and Mariano was setting up John Wetteland.  Our digital cable was wonky, enough so to make the game unwatchable -- everything was majorly pixelated and the audio went out for great swaths of time -- but we did watch the top of the ninth.  I'll have to make sure to find some highlights somewhere -- sounds like the Melkman was in the thick of things. 

The Persistence of Memory

No, I'm not referring to the Dali painting.  I'm referring to the oddness of my brain's decision not to retain useful things like, I don't know, almost everything I ever learned about the Spanish language, but rather to retain this list of the layers of a Big Mac: All-beef patty, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion on a sesame seed bun.  Anyone else remember this advertising campaign?