- Well, I kept my cell phone on buzz from late September until today hoping that I’d get that call either from the MacArthur Foundation or Sweden. No such luck. I guess I can switch it off (and hold my breath) for another year.
- Since besides keeping a fairly sophisticated monthly budget I don’t dabble in economics, and since rarely do I delve into cutting edge scientific research, I thought I’d surely be shortlisted for either the prize in literature or maybe (as a last resort) the peace prize. I guess I need to write more than term papers and angry blog posts. And perhaps do more than save the world everyday from my utter disgust.
- Congratulations to Doris Lessing, whoever she is. I browsed through the table of contents of the Norton Anthology of British Literature last night and couldn’t find anything by her. If Norton doesn’t bother with her writings, why should anyone else? Perhaps she’s just trans-canonical.
- Congratulations to Al Gore, whose name was in the news just a couple of days ago when a British court determined that nine statements in his film on global warming were in error. Thankfully he wasn’t up for the Nobel scientific prize. Polar bears drowning, indeed! (Although I have to admit I chuckled out loud during that part of the movie when the computer-animated polar bear went kerplunk into the Arctic waters! Ah, good times. Of course, if you were in the audience and couldn’t tell that that scene/scenario was designed purely for an emotional response, then perhaps you deserve a Nobel for naiveté and gullibility.)
- No Nobel. No Genius. At least I’m in good company.