Day 74 in the age of Obama--and now day 75!

While on a personal level the day was kind of annoying one several levels and I was quite cranky, I must admit that life in (my phrase) The Age of Obama is at least worth living.

Some might think of me as an orphan of the world, since I possess no true commitment to any one country, rather I feel torn between several countries- which might disqualify me to speak for any country--as it would suggest some kind of catostrophic failure of 'nationalism' on my part, but I have always thought of myself as a citizen of the world.

Having said all that--I want to be a fucking American now!

This year it will be 20 years since I've lived here, and I may have to move back to my other adopted country at some point--but not without first getting my citizenship here---and it's all because of Obama.

I know that he doesn't have the answers to all the world's problems or mine--but he is a man of great courage, wit, beauty and intelligence that makes him quite unique among world leaders--at least in my day and age.

Another day has dawned since I began this post--all because I drank too much wine and flaked out on the couch for an hour.

So now I'm really tired and will go to bed--and hopefully by tomorrow I will finally get it together and write something meaningful.

Also a few more hours will have passed since I watched Roger Federer smash his tennis racket in disgust. This will be a good thing--since I'm still hurting after watching him lose in what seemed like a winning match for him. He smashed that thing like it was an egg--and all in one go--and then he had to continue playing--so maybe it helped just a bit, but the commentators were stunned--with this new side of Roger.

I don't know what happened to him--but his game pretty much disintegrated after the first set--and he actually said after the match that "he was glad that the hard court season was over"--which was unusual to say the least--since he's always been such a winner on that surface.

Personally I couldn't even stand watch it anymore and only saw it later in the day, after work, when I'd come to grips with his loss. Oddly--only yesterday Nadal was knocked out too--so numbers three and four will fight it out while one and two will have some time to rest and reflect.

In a way all this collapse makes Federer's rise to his 13 slams in 4 or 5 years even more amazing--as it showcases just how committed and hardworking, healthy and talented he was to get there--and how much harder for those who want to be where he is now--will have to work to make it.

So now it's Murray and Djokovic in the final on Sunday--and I say go Murray!