NCAA tournament (Men, Division 1) continues: I’m down to two of my Final Four, now that USC’s out. Oh well. And, there’s been no Cinderella? Geez. At least there are close and interesting games – Georgetown was real close to losing to Vanderbilt.
The polar bear cub, Knut, is soo cute.
Thought this was an interesting article on the death of the Pakistani cricket team’s coach in Jamaica – (a) weird mystery – what happened to the coach; (b) me being the mystery fan, who probably read too much about fictitious Scotland Yard detectives and watched too much of the British movies on PBS, of course I’d wonder; (c) seriously – murder involving cricket? That was straight out of an Inspector Morse mystery on tv (which, by the way, the episode in question was funny just to watch Sgt. Lewis get smacked on the head by a cricket bat and another character not reveal Morse’s first name) or from a novel by writer Elizabeth George (okay, admittedly, I didn’t read the book yet and I kind of watched the PBS movie version); and (d) Jamaica’s deputy police commissioner was an ex-Scotland Yarder? Cool!
Ok, now I’m just being morbid…
Oh, let’s just go really morbid: lady cooks her husband. Literally. Clearly, I need to get a life, but the link on MSNBC caught my eye and who was I to resist? Actually, I can imagine a strange murder mystery story out of that; wonder if I should write that up.
And, some interesting stuff: Clive James on the web – Slate’s posting his interviews, in addition to his articles. I hadn’t seen Clive James since PBS briefly aired his stuff years ago. I was younger and still very much an Anglophile, and he seemed funny, but turns out he’s really erudite (funny and erudite not being incompatible anyway). And, yeah, he’s Australian, so that may or may not mean his having a certain outlook (Australian trend being what it is in the media, but Clive James pre-dated that, I believe – and he’s not Mel Gibson, thank goodness). Impressive stuff.