New York state of time.

This weekend i will be moving to New York. It's only three months but shucks, that's still a Power move like Modi says.

Hope in the Face of Titans,

This should be graduation, and i should be celebrating, instead I'm stuck here waiting another year as the monolithic Spurs refused to pass the torch last night. Selfish bastards that they are. I wrote this post today and not last night mostly because i couldn't stomach watching the spurs win AGAIN; and this piece might have been like so many others, railing vociferously against the draconian, ennui-inducing affair that is watching Spurs basketball. Basically i went Mike Tyson on this post ala his "I'm on Zoloft to keep me from killing yall!" phase.

Instead i choose to admit today that the Spurs much as i hate them are a distinguished, accomplished group of warriors. Defending Champions though they are, I always get the feeling that they don't deserve to win, time and time again I am proved wrong..Yesterday, watching the second half as the Hornets languished in the half court set, which they had dominated so well in previous games, I felt the ancient bloodlust my ancestors must have felt as they watched a giant opportunity slip through the cracks. I should mention i have no particular allegiance to Chris Paul, Tyson Chandler, David West, the City of New Orleans or any other potentially arcane or inane connection. I love to watch "good" basketball. That is ball movement, unparalleled showmanship, Ooops as the psuedo pick& roll etc... Alas, poor Nawlins there's always next year. this could rightfully be the catastrophic experience necessary to bring this team to greatness. Like Jordan facing the Pistons, or the Lakers falling to the Jazz in their heyday. While being on the cusp of greatness is not greatness in and of itself , its damn exciting. Watching the Hornets dismantle the Mavs and win the first two games large Vs. the dreaded Pops was nothing if not cathartic. Basketball has seen yet another Bellepheron to the dreaded Chaemera . Still its Obama time, so of course Hope springs eternal.

I'm Baaaaaack.

Damn, blog writing is way harder than i've ever admitted to myself. The issue is i think manifold so i will try to chop it down to size piece by piece; Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head like Lil Wayne says.

1. Being a consistent writer is tough, once you don't do it, it gets easier to let it slide.

• I know that if i sit down to write i want to do it well. I hate half assing it, like Vince Carter on a losing team.
  

2. Knowing what the hell i want to talk about can be a biggity bitch too. My mind is so broad its frequent that i simply can't narrow its scope. That's sounds highfalutin but what i really think that means is I'm not nearly as smart as i think i've proven myself to be.

Anyway now that i've admitted my shortcomings i'm pretty sure i can move to sweeter territory. I've going to NY for the summer, and hopefully longer(I'll explain that later).
The muthafuckin NBA is in overdrive right now. Chris Paul you are the man I wish i was.
Your personal style on the basketball court transmuted to a lifestyle would make the perfect. man.

New York, New words, Urban Word, we did that too...

I spent this past weekend in New York again, as is my habit every other weekend since my birthday. New York has a stunning variety of activities which can appeal to all vectors of society. That's what it's appeal is. I frequently here people talk about how fast this city's life is, truth be told , i haven't noticed at all yet. Perhaps blinded somewhere between the skyscrapers and light of my girlfriends eyes, as she is the reason i visit; I find myself immune to the sycophants and dissidents who both admire and detest the city in so many protestations and praises. I have seen the city with my own eyes wide open. Seen its limitations, its boundless appeal.

The Trials of the internet blogging business, College Pros.

A website to end all websites, dotcomdish.com


Urban Word, I'd never heard of it until recently, is the art of spoken word performed by high school students. Essentially its Def Poetry, for the under aged. Washington Irving high school, on the lower east side, played host to the final for the Urban Word competition. Showcasing nearly 30 "slam" poets all younger than 20, the event was split into two rounds. Each one performed their original poem, with no evident stipulations of any kind. I expected to hear poems ranging in different topics, so it was quite a surprise when the subject matter for the majority of the poems was extremely dark brooding material. Of course it was witty.

Cell phone absurdity acquitted?

I read an article in the Washington Post yesterday that claims that there is now 1 active cellphone for every two people on that planet. Yes, you read that right, one cell phone for every other person on in the whole world. The WHOLE thing. That's amazing, besides the obvious fact that that means there are 3.3 billion cellphones in use; the world is so connected right now. No wonder we freak out when we don't hear from our loved ones within a four hour time period. I know for a fact I'm guilty of that. Cellphones are great, primarily because they allow us to be connected to a social network to the point of absurdity. It's nice to know what time everybody is supposed to meet up and where with a moments notice. I like it when, i go to meet somebody and they can't make it,they let me know before i reach my destination. Or when i part ways with my sweetheart, i can call her up immediately instead of waiting until i get home, that's Psycho I know but so what.

I didn't get my first cell phone until i was 18. I bought it. Everybody else in my family got one the summer of my senior year, instead i went to Gautemala, which provided a lifetimes worth of experiences. Although when i got home and i was the only without one. In the spring of the following year after growing resentful of using my home phone and tiring of asking my friends to borrow their cells, I finally got my own phone, i remember like it was yesterday. I went to Best Buy hyped up, first cell phone is a big deal. I bought a Virgin Mobile K9 pay-as-you-go phone, hell I get nostalgic just looking at it. Realize though that this phone was a piece of crap, even by 2005 standards. Income was an issue and this was the coolest/cheapest phone i could find, so whatever. Pay as you go sucks, mainly because i didn't have boku minutes, nor free nights and weekends, and minutes came @ 25¢ a pop. I learned the art of timing with this phone though.
I was economical, i mean you might call that cheap and you'd be right, but i prefer to think of it as economical. This venture though ended badly after my thrice refilled minutes expired. I lost that phone and never looked back.

Cell phone batteries suck too, i'm pretty sure i've dealt with more than my share of shitty two or three hour battery lives. Jonna get yourself a new battery girl.
I'm wandering, my point is Cell phones can be amazing or they can be death traps. I think that all depends on how you use it.