The big long complicated book I was reading the last two weeks turns out to have been Michel Foucault's The Order of Things. This is an ass-kicking book--in the sense that it kicks one's ass, rather than that it kicks ass. Twenty pages at a time is a rough way to read this sort of thing. Foucault is one of those guys who wrote books so smart that you just stand in awe in front of the work they must have taken, but on the other hand you don't really want to do that kind of work, or even the work it takes to really understand it.
The premise here is that two fundamental changes in Western thought occurred around 1600 and again around 1800, give or take 25 years either way. Even a true synopsis would take pages, but suffice it to say he traces the histories of natural philosophy/biology, the study of wealth/economics, and semiotics/linguistics. I don't want to think about how long he spent in the archives. If you can trudge through it the case is convincing, but more than anything else it convinced me that I just don't want to read books this hard right now.

On a totally different note, after spotting the Myrtle Beach Stingrays ("Word up!") 10 points, your Ohio Valley Greyhounds came back with a vengeance--to win 56-24 and run their record to 13-0--led as always by the "Big Uglies". The Greyhounds (my suggested slogan: "Go Greyhounds, and leave the scoring to us!") have clinched home field advantage throughout the playoffs, and go into this week's season finale against the lowly Tupelo Fire Ants with a chance to become the 1972 Miami Dolphins of the NIFL.