Friday, April 27, 2007

Chicago v. Miami - Quarter One

Three things currently working for me:

1. Shaq actually got called for his left arm. Twice.
2. A bottle of homebrewed Belgian Funkness.
3. Shaq actually got called for his left arm. Twice.

Game three is game three. It is what it is.

But, dang, Deng...


And something has to bring us all the way around for the first day. Lacking any LL Cool J within easy reach, I turn, instead, to Wallace Stevens, who, if nothing else, has two ls in the middle of his name. Wa! Ladies Love Ace Stevens.

Because, you know, the ladies love those who work for insurance agencies – to say nothing of those so dedicated to their employment within said agencies that they turn down faculty positions at Harvard in favor of, say, continuing to serve in prominent executive positions.



That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.

That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

-- Wallace Stevens

It’s raining in Virginia today, and Harper has a snot-fountain cold, and David Lessar, through an obscure government contract, probably owns my left knee and will come collecting on some day when I really, really need it, but it’s spring, Harper’s favorite musician at the moment is Johnny Cash, and Lessar is mostly likely so comfortable in Dubai that he’ll never bother to make a housecall on the East Coast.

Plus, monkey research continues.

And as monkey research goes, thus follow sock monkey findings.

Los Pistones

Three and zero against Orlando. That's a good thing.

Five points in two seconds at the end of the first half, three of them while Chauncey was off-balance and falling out of bounds and all five of them meaning that Orlando went into halftime down by six instead of having almost pulled even. And that's a good thing.

And Rasheed managed to avoid getting ejected. And that's a good thing.

And Rasheed blocked the bajeezus out of a Turk shot in the third quarter. And gave him the verbal equivalent of the Mutumbo finger-wave. And that's a good thing.

And I know we're only in the first round, but so far not a single game has been reffed quite like game five of last year's finals. And that's a good thing.

Here We Go

Because Pava reminded me of the rumpshaker network.

Because Professor Nobis has one.

Because the world does not need another one. But I turn off the water when I brush my teeth and I don't live in Las Vegas and I drive a small car and I reuse bottles and my 98 was 87 on the record and "scooters" is apparently as popular a post label as "vacation." So, a little more won't hurt.