Jwex=gayness methinks

Peep C-Webb's kicks man!

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.

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."

You Need To Take a Look at The Other Side

Hello!

You're back for more I see.

Some important developments here in Huelva;

-I have become the master of smothering loaves of bread in olive oil, thyme, chopped fresh basil, a pinch of salt, pepper, and (1 out of every 5 times) some chopped garlic in our shitty easy-bake oven and eating it when I get back from work.


-Todo el mundo está fucking loco por cerdo frito! (Rough translation: Everyone is going fucking crazy for fried pork in these parts!)



-No pacific islander group is more marginalized in the eyes of the Spaniards then our fine friends the Filipinos. What's that? You don't know anything about the Philippines? For shame, for shame my friend.

Brush up on the facts, motherfucker.

-Taka you can make fun of me all you want; Kate Mooney, and her theoretical co-conspirators had a brilliant fucking idea. Read about it here.

AYAYAYAYAYAY: Yi Jianlin might get voted in by China as a starter for the Eastern Conference in the All-Star game. I am no jingo, hell I barely got my absentee vote in the mail on time, but I'll be damned if I will remain mum about the ludicrous nature of the all-star game in the globalized age of the NBA. Let's stop this from happening, one vote at a time (maybe you should all tell your grandparents about this, it could be like Obama 2.0 (2.5 if you count the Al Franken debacle, yes I said it let's find new and exciting reasons to be American)

GET OUT AND VOTE PEOPLE!!!

NEWHOUSE!!!!

So if you aren't a regular at Newhouse's Bushwick blog then you are a fucking fool.

More important is his utilization of the film Roger Dodger to illustrate his point about struggles with relationships. That movie really hit home hard for me; a verbose male protagonist, prone to selfish delusions, takes his nerdy nephew under his wing for a night of debauch in NYC. The results are much darker and less slapstick than the average viewer may hope; but to quote Newhouse, "my humor is darker than [that of] the starting center for the Celtics." (that would be Kendrick Perkins)

Brad Dickerson

this link is inspired only by something much more difficult to swallow, click through the next link to see vat I mean.

Everyone should check out Brad's Blog at trentontakes.blogspot.com

So I Married an Axe Murderer

Can I just say that there was a time when Mike Myers was on top of the world?



A couple quick thoughts:

-Lyndon B. Johnson was a great man (non-seq)

-Let's blow up the Chinese Basketball Association

-Chinese Democracy is real, hahahahahahahahaha, me so hungy.

Update

Getting away from the dirty provincial capital over the long weekend was a real pleasure; Córdoba is kind of a piece of shit town itself, nobody picks up after their dogs, but what are you gonna do?

Banagher is an "Irish Pub" located a short walk outside of the center, where Theo, Pablo and myself enjoyed several delicious drinks consisting of blackberry liquer, red wine and coca-cola; I'm pretty sure there is a white, powdered equivalent of this drink that I nay cannot afford on a teacher's assistant salary.

There is a delicious dish known as a "plao" that consists of basmati rice, salad, falafel and sauce; best 3.50 euro I spent all weekend.

WHY HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN PHIL HARTMAN WORLD?!?!!? WHY?!?!?!

Synagogue, New York

I think Jews are just about the funniest minority that ever was; except for every other minority group ever.

Concentrate

Fukhit

I put together a bunch of tracks in honor of Día de la constitución which falls on December 6th. That's right motherfuckers 30 years of spanish democracy; which means we can see more movies like this getting full blown releases:


Some Rhythm

Ok, I lied earlier. I didn't put together tracks in honor of the holiday. But perhaps you assholes who may read this from time to time would like to hear my quasi-demo tape. Why quasi you ask? One reason and one reason alone: there's no use in taking anything too seriously if you don't have to. With that in mind, it is my new found plan to adopt the word's of Allen Alda in Little Miss Sunshine. Anyhoo, here it is, my first real try at making music that doesn't elicit terrifying visions of Pablo Neruda shaking his taco booty.

Secret's out, J.A. Adande is the best basketball writer on the planet.Noone else has had the ingenuity to describe the Starbury saga as tragicomedy. Keep up the good work my man.

It's Hard to be a Saint in the City

I am terrible at this job, but perhaps you will all get a look at what an Oberlin education can do for a mediocre alum.

If the labrynth that is acquiring internet access can ever be exited, I promise to give away all my worldly possessions via the blog.

Love,

Al

Ry Cooder

Reading for pleasure.

Cheese

New Bill Simmons article sucks.

Music will arrive as soon as some shit gets figured out.

I think ever writer should go to work in the obituary section for a day. Maybe that way we could learn more about the world.

I Hate the Atlanta Braves, but I AM a fan of Terry Pendleton.

SUR PROFUNDO

heroes and villains

The NBA is hard to come by in butt fuck Spain, so my thoughts are drifting ten years ago when a great hero came to the Meadowlands to spread joy and wealth:

Read about it here.

Allio

David Brooks opinion piece where we learn about attitudes and casual masturbation.

Best NYT Obama article I've seen in weeks

I think we should have wars be fought by leaders, but instead of killing each other with guns and knives and the like, they can just embarrass each other through brilliant pranks that are caught on film and the masses can vote on for the sake of popularity.

Ashton Kutcher and Pepe Jeans are harbingers for the death of many things.

Nina Simone

A sobering interview from 11 years ago between Nina Simone and some douchebag interviewer.

The only appropriate response I could find to the words of one of the greatest musicians of the 20th century was created in the early 2000's by the hip hop collective known as Dipset.

Welsh Family Pigout!

That is too personal a statement for a blog title, but who reads this besides my mom anyway?

So moving on, here's that album that a special someone asked for by a certain band who is most certainly not from Barcelona.

IFB-WKHH?