tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579277223676561905.post6029286884826980865..comments2023-07-01T03:46:37.412-07:00Comments on Hard Sleeper: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled bowlers...Barbarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04038516078498541056noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579277223676561905.post-82782714368599799312010-10-01T11:35:27.103-07:002010-10-01T11:35:27.103-07:00I can’t decide which I like better, the interestin...I can’t decide which I like better, the interesting train of thought (which is like the literal trails that led you to a surprise) or the excellent pictures you paint. This is certainly one of my favorites of your posts, maybe Number #1. But it’s not a competition. Is it? That too would be very American (supposedly). <br /><br />P.S. I tried playing cricket the one time I was in England. I don’t remember much about it, except that the Brits were very friendly and forgiving. Well, I must add that it felt almost as slow playing the game as it was to watch it. Maybe I’ve repressed a lot.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579277223676561905.post-70597999978914221392010-09-28T17:33:03.719-07:002010-09-28T17:33:03.719-07:00Yes, for the first time ever, Hard Sleeper feature...Yes, for the first time ever, Hard Sleeper features original photos by Your Humble Narrator and his SuperPhone. (Actually, I have a few photos of Gambia on my old phone, but it's so complicated getting them off I haven't bothered.) I even got a video of the cricket match, but it was so far away (and the file so big) I didn't bother posting it.Barbarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038516078498541056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579277223676561905.post-77917017077107552502010-09-28T13:59:05.704-07:002010-09-28T13:59:05.704-07:00Did you take these photos with your iPhone? I'...Did you take these photos with your iPhone? I'd recommend the novel Netherland--about the post-9/11 immigrant cricket scene in NYC--except it's one of those annoying non-novels where nothing ever actually happens, largely because the narrator doesn't realize he's suffering from PTSD (begging the question of whether the author realizes this either?) and exists almost entirely inside his own head, as he's too depressed to interact in any meaningful way with other people, so not really worth slogging through 400 pages of his dreary internal monologue just for the few cricket scenes.Graceful Spacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04972295003581557470noreply@blogger.com