I apologize for the lack of posts related to politics or anything vaguely related to how the world works. I’ve got a couple of longish pieces I’m writing about organized labor and I’m really burnt out on the presidential stuff.
Maybe it’s just me, but I always start something because I’m interested in the subject and then I end up absolutely hating it while I’m writing about it. Once I’m done I can resume having a normal, healthy fascination.
Via my brother via 30music.com, a track from Damien Jurado’s new album. He could put out 20 albums a year and I’d be there.
I have to admit, the album cover isn’t doing a lot for me. Maybe it’ll make sense in person.
Scary as this will sound, and proof that another summer is slipping through my fingertips, it’s time to sign up for fantasy football. Someone make some leagues happen.
I think I’m finally going to bring home a NFL title with my squad, who I imagine will once again be named “sloan.” (It’s a profound and rich reference which few who read this page will be able to comprehend.)
One thing: I propose that the defense category/categories be wiped out completely. It’s so variable, it’s weighted too heavily, it’s just not worth it.
I’m complex.
It says something about a hip-hop song when I haven’t heard it in over a year and it’s still jammed in my head. Damn you Jay-Z:
I’m not one of Mr. Carter’s ten million biggest fans, but my favorite song of his has always been the following:
I like when people represent the place they’re from about four times too often per conversation.
The surge is working! 14 wins out of our last 17 games. Thank God for the National League. Zach’s main man, Miguel Cabrera, knocked in the winning hit.
In other news, I predicted Germany to take the Euro 2008 title at the beginning of the tournament. I thought it was a fairly gutsy call (since when are they good at soccer?) but Zach told me later that they were the favorites coming in. Now, due to my bandwagon fandom, the Germans have made the final against Spain. Ich Bein Ein Berliner!
Why was this movie not better? Great cast, so-so execution.
I also saw Get Smart with Zach. That movie had some hilarious scenes but it also felt really uneven to me.
Does this top Zumaya’s Guitar Hero injury as the most freakish in Tigers history?
I suggest that it does.
Me: Did you watch the video I sent you?
Courtney: Not yet.
Me: Do you ever watch the videos I sent you?
Courtney: I’m not too into online videos. It’s rarely worth the effort.
And then my head exploded.
Honestly, online video is one of the top six or seven things in my life. It’s sort of like someone rejecting oxygen or the Cheesy Gordita Crunch.
I watched the first round last night but I was reading a magazine and couldn’t muster the energy to liveblog. I’m only one man!
Zach hates the Russell Westbrook pick to Seattle at number four, and I pretty much agree. DRose would have been perfect, but the Bulls insisted on taking him at number one. That being said, Kevin Durant seemed thrilled by his team’s pick, and Russ said he can play the point in the league. I don’t know, I like his defense, his athleticism, but he hasn’t shown NBA ballhandling skills or court vision whatsoever. Zach really liked Joe Alexander or Kevin Love to Seattle here. I think Alexander could be a bigtime bust.
I don’t understand the OJ Mayo to Memphis trade for them at all. I know the game is getting smaller and quicker, but are they going to run four point guards out there?
Speaking of unwanted point guards, apparently the Bobcats want to trade Raymond Felton, so they drafted D.J. Augustin. Who would want Raymond Felton? What team would he improve?
Brook Lopez was an absolute steal for Jersey at the 10 slot. Jerryd Bayless was an absolute steal for the Pacers at 11, and then the Birdman promptly traded him to Portland for no good reason. I think the NBA is forcing every team to make Portland better so that the Northwest region won’t complain too much when Seattle moves to Oklahoma.
I suggested Hibbert for the Pacers a few days ago and they listened. Maybe they can have an extended shot clock in Indiana so he’ll have time to get down the floor.
Darrell Arthur’s descent made no sense to me, and I wish he would have continued to fall to the Stones. Instead, we get Walter Sharpe and Trent Wailsted. Pat, Kenny and myself were all high on Chris Douglas-Roberts, and I can’t believe he went to the Nets at 40. They had a great night, especially with forthcoming Yi’s jersey sales.
Text message exchange last night after I had turned off the draft:
Courtney: Sharpe to the Pistons?
Me: Who?
Courtney: Shouldn’t you know?
Me: Shouldn’t I know what?
Boston writer Chris Faraone has a great piece in the Phoenix about entering an emcee battle for the first time after a life of obsessing about the art form:
I lose the coin toss, so I have to spit for the first 45 seconds, after which he responds for the same duration before we do it all over again. Since I know ahead of time that his name rhymes with “shish-kebab,” I concoct a line about eating him like one. Between that skewering and a snap about being nervous like his mom at a church service, I woo, then lose, then win back the crowd, all over the course of 45 seconds.
Read the whole thing.
