Yay! The Olympics are coming to London!

I don’t know why I’m particularly happy about that, actually. For all I know, I won’t even be living here by the time the Olympics roll around - and even if I *am* living here, I can’t see myself attending the event (in fact, I see myself avoiding London at all costs while it’s going on - it’ll be a madhouse). But, well, I love London, so I think it’s cool that the city won the bid. And it’s doubly cool that Barbara Cassani, the vice-chairman (initially the chairman) of the London bid, is a Mount Holyoke graduate - though how someone could prefer "the buzz of a relentless work schedule to fine dining" is completely beyond me. And I guess that’s why I am a humble (yet well-fed!) translator rather than a millionaire businesswoman…

In other news, there has been a veritable Olympic marathon of writing taking place at Chez Wordridden - not on this website, as you may have noticed, but out there in "meatspace". Jeremy is busy putting the finishing touches on his book (how cool is that?), while I’ve been slogging away on my dissertation ("Irish after the ‘Celtic Tiger’: Language and identity in 21st-century Ireland" - catchy, no?). I can’t really say "slogging away", I guess, because it’s been going quite well, and in some ways I’m enjoying it. But it’s still a lot of work, and it’s still always there in the back of mind, even when I’m doing other things - but whatever. Two months from now, it will be done and handed in, and I will be free! Free! Free! And then I won’t know what to do with myself…