2008/12/10
Sometimes
Sometimes you stumble upon something so great that you can't help but want to share it with everyone you know.
Moloko's biography on allmusic.com
Does anyone who reads my blog read freedarko? That shit is baffling me as of late, not that it ever made any sense anyway, but the illusion used to be so titillating and now they just reek of a crew that is resting on their laurels after writing a rather impressive book (which you should buy, because your trust fund can take the 15 dollar hit and because we'll be talking about in 20 years). They can't keep name dropping Halberstam and expect me to blindly follow their slacker tendencies; all I'm saying is there is no fire at all in their rhetoric, their generic take on the Mchale-Wittman carousel was reminiscent of the time George W. Bush choked on a pretzel; so many opportunities for liberal wit to shine, but instead we get nonplussed nonsense.
While we're talking basketball here's some things to consider:
-I was serious in the earlier post about voting in the all-star game; even if Yi and his cohorts get their way, we can at least say we tried, even if Jemele Hill is ALWAYS RIGHT; although can you really trust anyone who compares a figure in sports to Adolf Hitler (unless it's Adolph Rupp, then it might be somewhat warranted)?
-The Nets play the Knicks tonight; while it's certainly not on par with a Bobcats-Timberwolves matchup, I, for one, am excited to see D'antoni get dookied on by Lawrence Frank, by far the nerdiest looking head coach in professional sports.
-Dwight Howard is part of a continuum of "Big men who are able to dominate through a devastating combination of athleticisim and bulk". Amare Stoudemire reminds me of Dominique Wilkins; every day that jumper is going to improve. Also he's got a 32" waistline, that's a great way to preserve one's sexy.
-Life After Death is directly inspired by All Eyez on Me, discuss.
-Paul Millsap is a hero of mine.
-Blake Griffin, Oklahoma University's hulking, mullato (is this un-pc?) power forward, is a consensus top 3 pick in next year's draft. The comparison that continually arises is a freakishly athletic Carlos Boozer. Does anyone remember watching Boozer at Duke, and thinking the guy was a fucking mongoloid? Am I crazy? God, I hated those teams; even if everyone felt a little bad when Jay Williams got in that motorcycle crash, I was actually pulling for him to make the Nets roster this year, but alas Keyon Dooling's calling card is taking up empty space.
-Mabyner Hilario will never be called "Nene" on this blog, NEVER.
-Spencer Hawes can dunk, apparently. This is news to me. Just kidding, I think this kid is actually deserving of his top-ten pick status. Call me crazy, but he will have a much better career than the Nephew of the guy who founded the Beach Boys.
-Jerry Sloan is a lot like the Canadian power pop group that bears the same name; the look on your face is telling me you don't believe me. Might as well get to learning about this band that you ought to know about anyway: One of Canada's finest.
Moloko's biography on allmusic.com
Does anyone who reads my blog read freedarko? That shit is baffling me as of late, not that it ever made any sense anyway, but the illusion used to be so titillating and now they just reek of a crew that is resting on their laurels after writing a rather impressive book (which you should buy, because your trust fund can take the 15 dollar hit and because we'll be talking about in 20 years). They can't keep name dropping Halberstam and expect me to blindly follow their slacker tendencies; all I'm saying is there is no fire at all in their rhetoric, their generic take on the Mchale-Wittman carousel was reminiscent of the time George W. Bush choked on a pretzel; so many opportunities for liberal wit to shine, but instead we get nonplussed nonsense.
While we're talking basketball here's some things to consider:
-I was serious in the earlier post about voting in the all-star game; even if Yi and his cohorts get their way, we can at least say we tried, even if Jemele Hill is ALWAYS RIGHT; although can you really trust anyone who compares a figure in sports to Adolf Hitler (unless it's Adolph Rupp, then it might be somewhat warranted)?
-The Nets play the Knicks tonight; while it's certainly not on par with a Bobcats-Timberwolves matchup, I, for one, am excited to see D'antoni get dookied on by Lawrence Frank, by far the nerdiest looking head coach in professional sports.
-Dwight Howard is part of a continuum of "Big men who are able to dominate through a devastating combination of athleticisim and bulk". Amare Stoudemire reminds me of Dominique Wilkins; every day that jumper is going to improve. Also he's got a 32" waistline, that's a great way to preserve one's sexy.
-Life After Death is directly inspired by All Eyez on Me, discuss.
-Paul Millsap is a hero of mine.
-Blake Griffin, Oklahoma University's hulking, mullato (is this un-pc?) power forward, is a consensus top 3 pick in next year's draft. The comparison that continually arises is a freakishly athletic Carlos Boozer. Does anyone remember watching Boozer at Duke, and thinking the guy was a fucking mongoloid? Am I crazy? God, I hated those teams; even if everyone felt a little bad when Jay Williams got in that motorcycle crash, I was actually pulling for him to make the Nets roster this year, but alas Keyon Dooling's calling card is taking up empty space.
-Mabyner Hilario will never be called "Nene" on this blog, NEVER.
-Spencer Hawes can dunk, apparently. This is news to me. Just kidding, I think this kid is actually deserving of his top-ten pick status. Call me crazy, but he will have a much better career than the Nephew of the guy who founded the Beach Boys.
-Jerry Sloan is a lot like the Canadian power pop group that bears the same name; the look on your face is telling me you don't believe me. Might as well get to learning about this band that you ought to know about anyway: One of Canada's finest.
Brilliance
"When I turned the ball over, I'm so used to coming out of the game," guard Rashad McCants said. "Then I looked over and saw him clapping and saying, 'Come on, get the next one.' It gives you confidence."
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