Wednesday, July 11, 2007
A Midsummer Night's Blog
Our house's back room, where I'm writing this from, is currently filled with the sound of crickets outside, the overhead fan, and the neighbor's sprinkler running outside. The stars above Eagle Rock are especially clear and bright tonight, and the air is cool: it's good sleeping weather.
A friend of mine who works at the U.N. called to say that he was going to transfer out to a field office in Sudan at the end of the summer. Juan Román Riquelme and Argentina beat Mexico in the semifinals of the Copa de America. Riquelme seems somehow old before his time. After some of his goals, he does the flying thing, but with his arms not out fully straight, not running, but kind of slowly trotting, and not smiling, but looking more tired than ecstatic. Maybe that's part of why they call him the "Lazy Magician". I have dozens of books on my bookshelf that I haven't read yet. Perhaps there will be some time when I have nothing to do but read. And play soccer. The grass in our backyard appears to be mostly dead. Grapes and figs grow wild back there. I have no idea where they came from.
The fears about the collapsing housing market drove down stocks yesterday, which in turn drove up demand for bonds, which drove down the yield on bonds, which weakened the prospects for the dollar, which in turn drove up the value of the euro, which should lead to more exports of U.S. goods to Europe and elsewhere. But stocks went back up today.