Battle of the Sexes Part 2?

There's a major blooper on main page of the the tennis section of Yahoo! Sports: a headline reads "Jankovic, Sela to meet in Beijing Finals". I did a double take when I read that and thought, isn't Sela an ATP player? Or does he have a sister playing in the WTA? So I clicked on the link to the article whose title was obviously corrected and now reads "No. 1 Jankovic, unseeded Sela into finals in Beijing". Phew! For a while I thought it was a "remake" of that match between Billy Jean King and some male tennis player long time ago.

Correcting the conductor

The newly formed resident choir of our parish--for which I'm singing alto!--held its third rehearsal earlier tonight. Our conductor was pretty sharp as usual, quickly correcting us whenever we sang sharp or flat and when we were tended to drag or rush with our singing. That is, except for a few minutes when we were all singing together and because we didn't sound right, he kept interrupting to check on the singing of the altos. This happened two or three times until--as much as I hated to embarrass him by correcting his singing--I mustered the courage to approach him and say, "Ikaw yata ang late," referring to the tenor part which he was singing incorrectly because he kept coming in a measure late.

The neglected things

I've had so much to do these past two months or so: on top of my teaching duties, I have now my curriculum committee to attend to, more projects and journal papers to work on, and have become a more active member of our parish's music ministry. So much so I haven't had much time to do the "extra" things I used to do. My Federer blog is woefully behind the times, Federer having just won his fifth straight US Open title while my latest post still laments the thrashing he got from Nadal at the finals of Roland Garros. Uploading new photos to my Flickr account has come to halt. And there are my subscriptions at Google Reader. I won't dare take a peek; I probably have more than thousand unread articles by now!

Another grim task

My father found "our" beloved stray male cat--the one who loved to stay on the doormat of our front door--dead under our van in the garage late this evening. My parents last saw him alive yesterday morning, all beaten up and grievously wounded after what was apparently a ferocious fight with another tom cat. Since it was too late in the evening (nearly 11pm) to go dig a grave in our garden for the poor thing, we had to wrap the body in newspaper, place it into a trash bag and leave it under our santol tree in the meantime. We plan to dig a grave and bury it tomorrow morning.

Another Latin prayer

I got so bored tonight--or rather I got tired of doing the work I brought home with me--that I decided to challenge myself in another way by memorizing another Latin prayer. This time it's the Gloria. I thought it would be handy to know it by heart because once we start learning to sing Gregorian chant, I can at least focus on the melody and not have to worry about the words. Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Perhaps I was now more familiar with the Latin root words.