Well, I'm making my third attempt at Delillo's Underworld. I think the first couple of attempts I didn't have enough time to read in large chunks. Underworld is not to be read in 3-5 page bursts. In a stunning coincidence, TC was extolling the greatness of Jay Z, which, and it gets a little hazy here, was in part due to the fact he never wrote down any of his lyrics, ever, and Nick Shay's dead father (in Underworld) was a bookie who never wrote down any of the bets he took.

Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later got me wise still can't break my underworld ties

Today is the last day of my birthday month, which means? Which means? I've got 5 hours of continuing legal education to complete by the end of the day. Oh, joy.