2008/09/10
2008/09/09
Boston Celtics
West Virginian Men's High School Basketball State Championships are a funny thing when your best friend gets ejected for excessive celebration after a dunk. Getting in a knife fight at a bar that ultimately results in being picked as the last pick in the first-round of what is pegged as one of the most intriguing draft classes of the new millennium might seem unfortunate at first, but looking back at the overall journey shows how it could not have happened any other way. Guys with high character tend to transmit their tendencies on to the troubled minds who fill up 12th, 13th and sometimes even starting roster spots. This is the Boston Celtics in 2009: Can a winning formula be improved upon? Is there such thing as a winning formula in sports? Will Bill Simmons find a new and amusing way to crush my soul?
With that in mind, I will pontificate the near future of your 2007-2008 NBA champs:
There is no reason Boston shouldn't win the Atlantic Division, handily, thereby giving them a good shot at pole position again for a serious playoff run.
Will their old core stay healthy enough all season?
-Many a sportswriter has taken issue with the erratic substitution "patterns" that Coach Rivers employs. I must agree; consistency cannot come from inconsistency. I think there is a good chance that the regular seasons comes up all roses for the C's this year, but the playoffs will be a different matter. Also, there will be less mercenaries showing up this time around, with guaranteed roster spots for Bill Walker and J.R. Giddens. The ghost of Scot Pollard just pawned his championship ring for a Rita's Water Ice.
Will the young players continue developing at such a high level?
-Everyone has been sleeping on the progress of Glen Davis; I, for one, think he is due for a great statistical season. What about our fine friend Tony Allen, another athletic, hard-working wing who will most likely work his way back in to the rotation. Rondo, while never entering the Paul/Williams PG debate, can continue to flash hardware and laugh all the way to the bank. Kendrick Perkins is entering his 5th season, yowza. The rookies, if healthy, should get a nice insulted, loving, ubuntu-infused environment by which to show their stuff. Gayness abounds.
Why is Boston so easily vilified?
-The oppressive waves of national advertising campaigns aimed at deifying KG and his cohorts that any regular NBA viewer was subject to had the opposite effect on most people I knew, not from New England. The only epic aspect to that title run was the way in which they gave games away to lesser teams. No matter what anyone says ATL had no business even trying to compete in that first series. It's easy to rally behind so many other NBA squads, for chrissakes I was cheering for the Lakers in June, anything is possible for non-Boston fans looking to reconcile the anger in their petty, jealous hearts.
Album of the Week:
B.B. King and Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together for the First Time
read about it here: and if anyone would like a copy let me know, I have to rip it off of vinyl.
With that in mind, I will pontificate the near future of your 2007-2008 NBA champs:
There is no reason Boston shouldn't win the Atlantic Division, handily, thereby giving them a good shot at pole position again for a serious playoff run.
Will their old core stay healthy enough all season?
-Many a sportswriter has taken issue with the erratic substitution "patterns" that Coach Rivers employs. I must agree; consistency cannot come from inconsistency. I think there is a good chance that the regular seasons comes up all roses for the C's this year, but the playoffs will be a different matter. Also, there will be less mercenaries showing up this time around, with guaranteed roster spots for Bill Walker and J.R. Giddens. The ghost of Scot Pollard just pawned his championship ring for a Rita's Water Ice.
Will the young players continue developing at such a high level?
-Everyone has been sleeping on the progress of Glen Davis; I, for one, think he is due for a great statistical season. What about our fine friend Tony Allen, another athletic, hard-working wing who will most likely work his way back in to the rotation. Rondo, while never entering the Paul/Williams PG debate, can continue to flash hardware and laugh all the way to the bank. Kendrick Perkins is entering his 5th season, yowza. The rookies, if healthy, should get a nice insulted, loving, ubuntu-infused environment by which to show their stuff. Gayness abounds.
Why is Boston so easily vilified?
-The oppressive waves of national advertising campaigns aimed at deifying KG and his cohorts that any regular NBA viewer was subject to had the opposite effect on most people I knew, not from New England. The only epic aspect to that title run was the way in which they gave games away to lesser teams. No matter what anyone says ATL had no business even trying to compete in that first series. It's easy to rally behind so many other NBA squads, for chrissakes I was cheering for the Lakers in June, anything is possible for non-Boston fans looking to reconcile the anger in their petty, jealous hearts.
Album of the Week:
B.B. King and Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together for the First Time
read about it here: and if anyone would like a copy let me know, I have to rip it off of vinyl.
2008/09/05
Hope
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.
2008/09/04
2008/09/03
Wild Horses
Who recorded a better version of Wild Horses:
Rolling Stones
OR
The Flying Burrito Brothers
I say they're incomparable; it's like two different songs altogether.
Rolling Stones
OR
The Flying Burrito Brothers
I say they're incomparable; it's like two different songs altogether.
Dustin Hoffman
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.
2008/09/02
2008/09/01
Presents
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:
Cuban Linx
Rising Down
Double time!
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.
Cuban Linx
Rising Down
Double time!
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.
2008/08/30
La semana de opuestas
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.
2008/08/29
2008/08/27
Sactown
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:
Random Note: Nick Drake's story is a moving one. I would liken his existence to that of cold fusion; just when it seems we have it figured out, there becomes a whole in the argument, some hindrance to completing the circuit.
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.
Godspeed
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:
Random Note: Nick Drake's story is a moving one. I would liken his existence to that of cold fusion; just when it seems we have it figured out, there becomes a whole in the argument, some hindrance to completing the circuit.
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.
Godspeed
Good Humor Man and more animal Bands
Redtube
Pornotube
Xtube
Is there an animal band that starts with the letter I? None come to mind
Jamie Foxx
Koko Taylor
Lion-el Richie
Mastadon
Pornotube
Xtube
Is there an animal band that starts with the letter I? None come to mind
Jamie Foxx
Koko Taylor
Lion-el Richie
Mastadon
2008/08/26
Gluttony of Gluten-Free Snacks
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.
Animal Bands:
Let's name all the animal bands we can!
Adam and the Ants
Band of Bees
Cat Stevens
Animal Bands:
Let's name all the animal bands we can!
Adam and the Ants
Band of Bees
Cat Stevens
2008/08/23
2008/08/22
Herpes Simplex
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.
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.
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