I used what little brain power I had left this evening to finish up (not very satisfactorily, tbh) a post on ebook pricing for Readers Gab. There’s nothing left for SBD, which is a shame. Maybe next week?
Unrelated: Wimbledon began today, but I cannot muster much enthusiasm because the prohibitive favorite is Roger Federer. Nadal is out with tendonitis; Andy Murray is probably going to choke on the expectations of millions of Britons; Djokovic has been head casey since his heart-breaking loss to Nadal in Madrid (maybe the best match I’ve seen all year). The others? Eh. What’s my problem with Federer? Well, I can appreciate the genius of his tennis, but something about his personality just rubs me wrong: he comes across as smug and snobbish. Is he so in real life? I have no idea, that’s just the vibe I get. And frankly, the omnipresent monogram, gold man purse and this year’s Wimbledon kit are not serving to diminish this impression but to reinforce it. I get that he is the GOAT according to conventional wisdom, but Nike is doing him a disservice with that get up. The jacket? The vest? [He’s married now; why isn’t his wife checking what he wears before he leaves the house? Seriously, just because he’s friends with Anna Wintour doesn’t mean he won’t make fashion mistakes.]
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