#84

While I was super stoked on Wednesday night to watch (and hear!) the Lakers v. Rockets game at Standings, I was a little bummed that we didn't get the audio on the obvious trash talk between KB24 and Ron Artest.

With my main mic'd man Lamar Odom out of the game, it seemed that the likelihood for aural pleasure was not good...


Kobe and Artest: The 'Lost' Trash Talk from The Basketball Jones on Vimeo.

"Paperclips!  Sundials!.... Hey, nice shot."

If there was some sort of 'Mic'd Up' NBA League Pass, I would totally subscribe.  No questions asked.

Re: #83

FAIL.

FAIL.

FAIL.

Getting TSwift pre-sale tickets on Wednesday, fail.

Getting TSwift tickets this morning at regular on-sale, fail.

Oh, I will find a way to get them (don't you worry, Carly!) but  I was just really hoping I wouldn't have to call in any favors on this one.

I woke up at 9:30am, logged onto Ticketmaster website at 9:45 and patiently refreshed my browser until 10.  When the 'more info' link changed to 'find tickets' I immediately clicked it and attempted to purchase 2 tickets from the 'best available' pull down menu.  I then immediately got the 'we're sorry but...' page... at 10:01.  WTF?!  Repeat steps 2-5 over and over until 10:20.

Ugh, what a shitty start to the weekend.

Making myself feel temporarily better by watching the TSwfit youtube channel...

...before, you know, moving onto something to better. 

Converge, WIN.

At The Gates, WIN.

#83

I spent the better part of my morning losing my mind over the McSweeney's sale.  Seriously.  Got 11 books for $56 (and that's including shipping!).  For those who care, I picked up McSweeneys Quarterly Concern issues 13 through 18 and 23, two collections of columns by Nick Hornby, 'Maps and Legends' by the same guy who wrote The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay and a book that is CLEARLY a must-have called "All Known Metal Bands".

Taylor Swift wins the award for worst admat ever... but I will be logged in at 10am sharp EST tomorrow morning buying a pair of pre-sale tickets to this.  Show's not until August 27th but that just gives me plenty of time to get fuckin' stoked!

SXSW is just around the corner!  I'm pretty excited about the discontinuation of Sparks.  I don't think my heart/liver/other internal organs could handle another Sparks open bar music industry douche bag event.   If you'll be in Austin, come visit me at The Souls/D4/DH show.  The bands promise to slay.... and you'll help fight breast cancer too!

Aaaaaand Fringe, where the hell have you been?  I miss Walter Bishop and the Lance Reddick face.  Please return to my Tuesday nights to be enjoyed later via DVR....ASAP!

#82

If you're not one of the 3.8 million people who've already watched this... then do so now.




The kids in VersaEmerge had the good fortune of meeting Sammy Stephens face to face a couple days ago. Fun ensues.

OH YEA!

#81

The constellations remind me I am home.

#80

Does anyone know why this is broken and/or how to fix it?  I don't understand why my links/twitter/etc are at the bottom instead of in the right-hand column.  :::sad face:::

#79

I need to read more. I’m currently part way through 3 books but making no progress.
-Victoria Finlay's "Colour"

-Ovid’s “Metamorphoses”
-Howard Zinn’s “A People’s History Of The United States Of America”

Do need/want to get around to the following sooner than later….
-Ann Patchett's "Bel Canto"

-McSweeney’s #30 reader
-re-read “Nine Stories” for the 4291876539872195th time (on a related note: my future daughter – or, more realistically, future puppy - will be named Esme)

I have spent a bit of time this weekend reading all 3 T Swift cover stories that are currently on the newsstand. No joke. Rolling Stone > Self > Teen Vogue.

On the computer this afternoon, I also unearthed a folder of poetry from a workshop that I HAD to take in college. Oof. I was/am so incredibly lame. Seriously on a scale of 1-10 of lameness, many of these are 13/14/15 level status. I think my ‘travel’ poems are much more sucessful my ‘love’ poems. Here’s an example of each for you, my faithful blog readers.  Now you can share the burden of my embarrassment. 

“ORD” (11/13/05)

no one has suitcases anymore
just nylon and canvas on wheels
rolling behind their burberry lined coats
and pocohontas boots
backpacks with gel padded straps
bobbing along
attached to the pint-sized

no one has suitcases anymore
except her
here

shabby converse shoes
black horn rimmed glasses
a shy arrogance
a confident innocence
a smirk of ennui
a small suitcase of…
it harks back to days past
when flight attendants were stewardesses
with their towering teased hair-dos
and bona fide smiles

the fighting irish family
all dark blue and gold
dad diligently helping son with fractions
from a text book labeled in fair condition
fair condition like at LGA
in an estimated one hour and thirty-four minutes
fifty-six degrees in mid-november

a man on stand by is
standing by the suitcase girl
wearing his too short suit pants
revealing his mismatched socks
one argyle navy, one argyle black
his hereditary colorblindness
is much like the male pattern baldness
perched upon the head of another man
waiting for his first class boarding call
with only his mother’s father to thank

“The Experiment” (10/1/05)

Here I am
amidst
the crowded cafeteriaauditoriumgymnasium

Tri-fold cardboard
displays are scattered atop the lunch tables with their adjoined
benches, lining the perimeter of the room

My blood once raged in anticipation,
as unpredictable as the vinegar and baking soda lava
threatening to erupt from the papier-mâchéd mountain

The electricity between us
could have held balloons to our untamed hair or woolen sweaters

The coat hanger solar system,
a reminder of the moon you once promised me.

Marigolds grown to a soundtrack of Mozart and Bach are vibrant
Those grown to ‘our song’ shrivel, wither, wilt

I stand beside my project,
Carefully decomposing:
The corsage from the winter formal
A teddy bear
Notes passed behind the teacher’s back
Your favorite sweatshirt that was always two sizes too big
Prepared to explain my predictions, procedure, and conclusive data.

I am deserving of first place recognition.
You award me with only a ribbon of participation.

Seriously.

SO BAD!
I’m going to go on record as saying the only reason I managed to eek out a decent grade in this class is because I actually did all the work but mostly because my professor took pity on me for my seriously shitty poetry. Thank you for that Prof. K. Brown. (I’m also sorry for any emails you inadvertently received that were intended for me between 2002-2006.)