We’re covered in newspapers around the nation now.

Love and Terror in the Middle East by Dr. Frank Romano.

Ashland, OR newspaper.

Ulster lose in this all-Irish European Cup. Along with Wales, the Celts are in the ascendency among core-nation teams. Sean O’Brien man-of-match. This cup is yet another I am trying to dissect and explain in my memoir Second Row. There are numerous rugby tournaments and they each have a complex and long history.

At least it’s online. But here’s an interesting article about Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman. I agree with this writer, Miller is highly over-rated. I used to care about this kind of thing; but not anymore. That’s because I’ve realized that it’s endemic to US academia. In other words, Miller is promoted and becomes the standard. And then all of the teachings follow his vision. Well, great! Because it’s all wrong. And meanwhile, I am on a clear path.

Incidently, you see that logo for New Yorker, with the guy trying to see the gnat in his face? That gnat is M. Stefan Strozier. The establishment bourgeoisie is forced to lift its monocle—with much displeasure and discombobulation—to see what this nuisence is, this thing that is so unlike them—egad!—won’t the thing please go away, for the love of God!

Here’s another NY Times article but I can’t link to it. Anyway, this is good news, hold the fat cat publishers accountable!

I was going to link to a NY Times article but they don’t even let you link to their Web site!

Newspapers are passe and dead as a doornail.

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So they are ranked something like 10th nationally. But SCIRFC won their division. Why do I care, you ask? Ah, because I am writing a memoir about this team and American rugby, as well as explaining the history of the game and much more. And I am finally nearly finished. It took a long time to figure out how to write this book, and many rewrites. The central theme is a memoir about my journey to become a writer. But figuring that out was a task. Now, however, I am sailing along.

Lately, Sin City Irish has hosted some famous international teams from England and Argentina, of prominent historical significance. The guests crushed Sin City Irish by massive margins. Teams of this stature don’t normally visit Division III piss-ant rugby teams—especially American ones (Vegas vacation or not; and the Blackjacks, the other Vegas team, are Division I National Champions—perhaps they could at least put up a fight; but don’t think for an instant these foreign teams were intimidated for an instant by the Blackjacks, they would have rolled them over just as easy). But rugby is not just about the game, there is a definite culture to it. That’s why I love it, and in fact why I am writing this book in the first place. It may very well be that my book is creating a certain mystique to this team. If that’s true, it’s just the opening salvo for my book.

I just love to read articles like this one. I find it amazing that newspaper continue to cling to the past. The big book publishers are little different.