Sunday, December 17, 2006

Taking Stock


Well, the semester is over, and I have at last finished all coursework for my program. Having cleared this important milestone, I thought it would be good to look back over the months past and assess with an even hand the human transactions that have taken place. Thanks to Joel for the inspiration here. Here goes!

+5 pounds (not the good kind)
+Stretchiness and flexibility (the good kind)
+Understanding of fantasy basketball
+Anger and frustration about Grad labor and the future of academics in the U.S. and A.
+Fuckin' mad skills at video game basketball.
+Addiction to caffiene.
+Blog

-50 books that I should have read by now
-20 games of one-on-one basketball that I've lost to my brother.
-Some friendships here and there
-heart palpatations.

All in all, pretty good for a few months of life. I can say I've actually come to appreciate the Illinois winter, which should make the next few months pretty O.K. Plus, I finally get to read a bunch of books that I really wan to read, so I'm pretty pleased about that. Why not join in and take stock of your last semester?

Survey Says...FUCK YOU!!!


By now I'm sure we've all heard about what happened in the prized mecca of professional basketball: a brawl broke out between the New York Knicks and the Denver Nuggets in Madison Square Garden on Saturday night. Aw shucks, those hip lifestylers in the cultural capital of the U.S. get all the fun! Oh noes L.A.! Where's your sports team San Francisco?

There are many things to be angry about with this brawl. We could grit our teeth about the way New Yorkers ironically applauded the suspended Knicks players as they were paraded out of the gym. We could steam over the way the whole thing is getting blown out of proportion, even though a bunch of white guys punching the shit out of each other doesn't bother anyone. Seriously, has anyone seen footage of a baseball fight? Someone charges the pitcher, the benches clear out, and people get the fuck kicked out of them in a big sprawling crowd. We could even be pissed at Mardy Collins, the Knicks player who started it all by executing a headlock-takedown that I've only seen pulled off by pro-wrestlers. But our hate is reserved for one man: Isiah Thomas.

Fuck you Isiah Thomas. Why do we curse "Cuts," one of the greatest point guards in the NBA ever? Lets start with Mardy Collins. Mardy is a rookie who was drafted out of the second round. He has probably seen 5 minutes on the floor all season. Usually, when a player gets limited time, he wants to perform well, impress his coach, and maybe break into the rotation some day. Hopping off the bench only give the oppsing team the "diamond cutter" is no way to impress any NBA coach.

Unless, of course, your coach is the asshole who threatened the opposing team's players--warning them to "stay out of the paint"--already, and unless, of course, your coach is the one who can't stop talking about how "the franchise" needs to be protected like gang territory, and unless, of course, your coach was the one who probably told you to throw your bench-warming body into the opponent. Yes, that's you Isiah Thomas. In postgame comments, it was obvious that Isiah didn't feel bad about what happened. With that signature shit-eating grin (see above), Thomas talked about how he could "see why the refs called it a flagrant, even though it wasn't." Unlike Nuggets coach George Karl (a dickhead in his own right), Thomas made no apologies for his team's actions. See, its O.K. to attack an opposing player because they "insult" your franchise. Yes, Isiah Thomas should definitely protect his franchise from insults and dishonor. This is priority number 1.

Which is exactly why he should go blow his brains out right now. He's a horrible GM blah blah blah. We all know this. But really, its the only way for "Cuts" to preserve any dignity at all. A tragic, emotionally tortured gun-killing is the best redemption from fucking up your career on the world's greatest stage, Madison Square Garden. From Steve Francis to Renaldo Balkman to this shit, it just never ends. It will take ten years for the Knicks to recover. The organization is leaking money faster than olestra-inspired anal leakage. And Isiah will be remembered as the guy who fucked it all up. He had the NBA's biggest fortune at his disposal. He could have really build a gaudy but successful team of superstars to please that self-impressed homecrowd (Shaq and Kobe, anyone?). But instead, he blew it all on fevered egos and two-dollar finger fucks. WTG man. Hall of fame, here we come!

Monday, December 11, 2006

Ju like a coacaine?

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Friday, December 1, 2006

new feature: poem of the week

In order to make my blog cooler than the three other blogs I'm linked to, I'm introducing a new feature around here: poem of the week. Think of it as a show and tell thread. Each week I'll post something swell, and you feel free to post something swell of your own (photographs, particularly those of your "dirty parts," are not welcome folks. Go to 13missles.blogspot.com if you want to do that stuff.

This week's selection is a collage poem by Charles Henri Ford, a cool dude who edited View, a surrealist magazine back in the 30s and 40s. This is from Spare Parts, a 1966 collection. Check out this link too if you want more: http://www.milkmag.org/fordpage.htm

Enjoy

Zen or Zero?

Do animals posess a zen-like emptiness? By seeing nothing, do they see beyond our petty cares and our overburdening fixations?

Or are they just fucking stupid. To animal lovers, pop-philosophers of mind, and the derranged, I proudly present...

Winston the cat:



Verdict anyone?

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

welcome welcome

Here it is folks. My empty, broke-ass blogs. Hateful poetry to follow soon!