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Jun. 5th, 2011 07:04 amOf course it started to pour down on Friday the minute I arrived at the tennis club. So running was out, too, and I decided to just go home. What an excellent decision, probably not only due to laziness, because somewhere in my subconscious I must've remembered that the Federer-Djokovic semifinal started at 6. It was riveting, and fantastic, and all kinds of squee-worthy. Federer played like I'd never seen him play. Well maybe last December in the Masters final in London, which was the last time he beat Nadal. Apart from the fact that he is of course technically brilliant, what I admire most is the mental strength one has to possess in order to win against a player to whom one has already lost three times in the last three months.
So that was 3,5 hours of near-perfect tennis.
After the exercise-less Friday, I didn't want the same to happen again yesterday; the weather looked as if it might rain again in the afternoon, though, so I went running in the late morning. Hot, very, very hot. And then it didn't rain, so I also played two hours tennis, from 6 to 8 p.m. I kinda feel my legs today.
When I finally arrived home at 8.30, I was ravenous -- small wonder, I'd only had a sandwich and nothing else -- and after I'd eaten it was pretty clear I was too tired to go to the Baklava concert at 10. Unfortunately not eating wasn't an option. So I stayed home and watched a documentation about the Burj Kalifa, the world's highest building in Dubai, which was quite interesting.
I can't think of any conceivable reason or circumstance that could ever make me want to spend time in that building. (To be honest, the same goes for practically every very high building, but 600+ metres is just plain creepy) Apart from the height and the essential uselessness of the thing, it's the master-servant separation, completely taken for granted by inmates and guests, that honestly disgusts me. That people should be risking their lives in order to clean other people's windows -- they have a team of 40 experienced, professional climbers from (of course) Pakistan and Nepal to deal with facade maintenance -- just isn't right, even though said people are certainly well paid.
The couple that allowed the TV team to film in their apartment was a bit spooky, too. Having money is a nice thing, but proudly showing off a room stuffed full of Louis Vuitton bags, and a crystal Lalique dining table, and going shopping for precious stones as if they were grocery, and always stressing that what's in that apartment is just a very small part of what one owns, strikes me as somewhat disgusting. The "thank you God, for blessing us" rather increased the disgust, to be honest. And there wasn't even a trace of envy mixed into it.
So today I'll be observing the elections together with Stefan. I've got to find a way, though, to watch the Federer-Nadal finale, which starts at 3 p.m. I guess it won't be too difficult, to persuade Stefan to have a few beers at some place with a TV, so I'll be able to see at least a part of it.
So that was 3,5 hours of near-perfect tennis.
After the exercise-less Friday, I didn't want the same to happen again yesterday; the weather looked as if it might rain again in the afternoon, though, so I went running in the late morning. Hot, very, very hot. And then it didn't rain, so I also played two hours tennis, from 6 to 8 p.m. I kinda feel my legs today.
When I finally arrived home at 8.30, I was ravenous -- small wonder, I'd only had a sandwich and nothing else -- and after I'd eaten it was pretty clear I was too tired to go to the Baklava concert at 10. Unfortunately not eating wasn't an option. So I stayed home and watched a documentation about the Burj Kalifa, the world's highest building in Dubai, which was quite interesting.
I can't think of any conceivable reason or circumstance that could ever make me want to spend time in that building. (To be honest, the same goes for practically every very high building, but 600+ metres is just plain creepy) Apart from the height and the essential uselessness of the thing, it's the master-servant separation, completely taken for granted by inmates and guests, that honestly disgusts me. That people should be risking their lives in order to clean other people's windows -- they have a team of 40 experienced, professional climbers from (of course) Pakistan and Nepal to deal with facade maintenance -- just isn't right, even though said people are certainly well paid.
The couple that allowed the TV team to film in their apartment was a bit spooky, too. Having money is a nice thing, but proudly showing off a room stuffed full of Louis Vuitton bags, and a crystal Lalique dining table, and going shopping for precious stones as if they were grocery, and always stressing that what's in that apartment is just a very small part of what one owns, strikes me as somewhat disgusting. The "thank you God, for blessing us" rather increased the disgust, to be honest. And there wasn't even a trace of envy mixed into it.
So today I'll be observing the elections together with Stefan. I've got to find a way, though, to watch the Federer-Nadal finale, which starts at 3 p.m. I guess it won't be too difficult, to persuade Stefan to have a few beers at some place with a TV, so I'll be able to see at least a part of it.
