Not a Nas Remix or any other fine work you might find on the internet, but rather Barack Obama's buzzword that I find the funniest. Consider the spanish translation: Esperanza. Esperar means to wait, and therefore the very nature of hope, of faith is waiting, with the knowledge that soon the dream will come true.
Is incredibly short. But his presence is enormous. Does this mean he can be a true little big man? Perhaps I'm spouting nonsense, but Jason Maxiell gives me similar conniptions; he solves the riddle of how to be a 6' 8" (in shoes) shot-blocking force in the NBA.
Andres Lenstra, former Statistics professor at Oberlin College, loves women. With that in mind, here's a gift that all mankind can appreciate on Holiday:
I'm not saying you should dl albums illegally, but there are many ways to support the arts. Buying the record is a start, but what about other aspects of fanhood?
-T-Shirts (Make your own kickass design and get other people excited about it) -Tattoos (Mainly on one's neck) -Fathead? (See for yourself) -youtube? Uhhh... ()
Happy Holidays, best wishes to those in the gulf of Mexico; my short photo essay on said location should follow later today.
En el instante en que oprimo el botón para publicar la noticia, empieza la semana de opuestas. Una fiesta inventada para suplicar el proceso de vivir en el extranjero.
Capitals are a funny thing; pretty much every state, but Massachusetts, has a social capital and a political capital. California is no exception to this rule; with LA and San Fran jockeying for position in the race for greatest place ever created, in their opinion, Sacramento lays in the cut, offering mountainous views and a historically high scoring NBA team. Let's take a look at the current roster:
Shareef Abdur-Rahim: One word describes SAR(s?); winner. What's that, you say? How can a guy whose never made it to the playoffs be described as a winner? Well, perhaps I was trying to draw attention towards the senseless accolades that statistics can earn a player who never plays for a playoff team.
Bobby Brown: Yes! My favorite Cal-State Fullerton alum (see earlier highlight video post) has found his way in to the League! I had believed the earlier rumored report of him finding his way on to the Hornets (which, in the absence of Jannero Pargo, would have been a great fit as an energy guy who can handle the rock), but am glad to see him not having to stray too far from his California roots. My arbitrary affection for his game has no specific origins, other than his eerie similarity to a certain entertainer/basketball player, or maybe I'm spouting nonsense again:
Quincy Douby: I doubylieve!(Douby was a state-wide hero circa 2004 for his heroics in the NIT) In an ideal world, QD would be playing serious minutes for an NJ Nets team in the East. Let me reiterate how much I hate the Keyon Dooling signing; the Nets are destined to compete for Least improved team this season.
Francisco Garcia: Dominicano! Great range on his jumper, can play minutes at the point and at the three. Is the primary caretaker for his entire family, like many nba players, and therefore is excused for not fully living up to his potential as a light-skinned scoring machine of hate, minus the hate part probably. Probably spends his summers working the cash register at Mcdowell's.
Donté Greene: Aaron Bobis once recanted me a tale of how he had lost the once firm grip on his sanity due to Greene's incalculably bad shot selection. How a 6-11 forward with above average athleticism can have trouble finding better shots than fadeaway 24 footers is a question for the ages. He certainly is no upgrade over Ron-Ron, but is he even an upgrade on Kenny Thomas? What's up with all the moron fuck Rockets fans who went apeshit over a summer league game when he dropped buckets? Ain't shit!
Or maybe he'll prove all the critics wrong and develop into a serious player.
Spencer Hawes: The Pacific Northwest's other white meat:
Bobby Jackson: Thirty seven THOUSAND puff pieces later, BJ is back to get blown in his old stomping grounds. Who could forget the instant offense Jackson provided to those terribly talented Kings squads of the late nineties and early new millenium? Motherfucker could stroke!
Kevin Martin: Well on his way to becoming the Alex English of our time. Super K, as I like to call him since he is a refurbished K-Mart, has a Faust-like trajectory; a man with powers he is only now starting to command and fully understand. He shoots a high percentage, gets to the free-throw line, has the potential to be an elite on ball defender, hell he even makes his teammates better. That said, his contributions can seem numbingly consistent at times. And he's never been an important piece for a playoff team.
Brad Miller: Redrab Illm; the first anagram that came to mind that makes his injury plagued years of recent memory more forgivable if we thought of him as a Serbian refugee. Anywho, Miller is a rare passing big who can stroke mid-rangers all day and still get inside to the dirty work rebounding. I don't understand why he doesn't get more touches, but I am also an idiot.
Mikki Moore: Like many fantasy basketball GM's who struggled through the injury plagued campaign of 2006, I picked up Moore for his occasional double-doubles. Then I found this:
I'm glad I didn't go to school in Nebraska.
John Salmons: Ohh baby! The beard alone earns him many points on my ever tipping scale of bromance for the NBA. Unlike former teammates Guillermo Diaz, Salmons has no problem being the kind of quiet contributor that GM's love. He can play pretty much every position on the floor, and seems to demonstrate a great workmanlike demeanor on the court at all times. He probably likes to smoke marijuana.
Kenny Thomas: The most important piece of the trade that brought so many bright young faces from Philadelphia in order to purge the Central California basketball playing area from the plague that we call C-Webb, in the sense that he now never plays and bucked the trend on undersized 4's while Maxiell was still drinking milk from his Momma's titties.
Jason Thompson: Like most graduating seniors from Rider University, JT has opted to go in to a field not related to his major. He also won't have to sell bags of Mexican Oregano to fund field trips to the Lower East Side of Manhattan to ask underage girls if he can buy them a drank. I hope that last sentence doesn't get construed as racist. It's nice to know that NJ can produce more than corn, pollution, Blueberries, Nobel Peace Prize Winners, Tomatoes, Malls and slutty people.
Beno Udrih: Languid, frustrated and silently waiting, Udrih patiently waited for his rookie deal to expire so he could enjoy the fruits of his labor as he has blossomed in to a legit floor general for the Kings. Got to love lefty PG's. His name is fun to say, how can you not root for this guy?
Shelden Williams: Despite his massive forehead, and limited abilities, the "landlord" Shelden Williams is married to Brandy. Maybe that meant something 15 years ago, but last time I checked if you're not banging Beyonce or Rihanna, you don't get to be on the cover of Jet magazine.
Newton, Massachusetts, commonly referred to as "Jewton", is home to many fine dining establishments. While visiting Dave Sokoll, we managed to procure some of the shittiest Chinese food in the history of the world, 68 dollars and 47 cents was enough to get 8 egg rolls, 12 chicken wings, Mabo tofu, Chicken Chow Fun, Ginger Beef, Rice Galore, and scallion pancakes. Gross, because it ended up getting eaten by 4 of us. Good thing there was a passion fruit blunt wrap involved.
Juan Diaz once explained to me that the secret to any successful artist is the ability to entertain both high and low thoughts of the audience (Read: The Beatles). As far as I'm concerned, he is entirely right. I think this description permeates all aspects of the creative spectrum; entertainment is an address to the senses that our everyday lives persistently dull out. To tap in to the infinite merely requires two points that are some finite space apart, creativity is productive for society in a different way than filing someone's tax return, but a contribution nonetheless.
I am not an artist. Though, try as I may, being creative is the only way I feel productive. Can I pay off my student loans, get a studio space together and be a healthy participant in society at large? I think so, it just requires some more extensive planning than I have been attempting to achieve lately.
Why did a family friend encourage me to watch the Graduate again? I think one viewing is enough; Simon and Garfunkel are only palpable in small doses to me. My parents don't have a pool, so I don't lie in it all day. My dad can't grow a mustache, there are no beautiful actresses living in the neighborhood with beautiful daughters my age. Mexico is thousands of miles away. Sure it's scary, knowing that abrupt changes are the only kind in this life of ours.
Walking through the mud is nice when you expect to shower shortly afterward, the opposite is probably true as well, that being the knowledge that the frequency of bathing isn't as important as the act itself.
What's the plan for tonight? Go outside and live a little. Shake the maracas, rock the show.
Is the point of the blog that the internet should be more communal, if only, because we have been swallowed by the sway of instant gratification, the written word, translated in our minds as an extension of their very existence. I don't know, but it feels like the ship was sinking by the time I got on board, but I get progressively worse at swimming in the deep waters.
Go to Grade School Get a Grammar Got one? Reflect, if time you've got otherwise I'm sorry that we had to take that long walk leading to Blue Balls
Leslie Lesley Lesley Stahl Im Stalin like in my procrastination this might translate better in some other language if you get my gist than sing it however you want over this
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