May 2011
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On Sportscenter →
Excerpts and reflections from the glory days of Sportscenter that we grew up watching in the mid-90’s.
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WatchThe Revolution Will Not Be Televised. RIP- Gil Scott Herron
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The Elephant in the Green Room →
Fox News as the King Maker for the GOP.
Screen on the Green this Summer! →
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Study In Orange and White
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the painting of his mother at the Musée d’Orsay among all the colored dots and mobile brushstrokes of the French Impressionists. And I was surprised to notice after a few minutes of benign staring, how that woman, stark in profile and fixed forever in her chair, began to resemble my own ancient...
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Transitioned.
So I would go outside in these years, throwing a baseball up in the air and crashing it over distance fences. I would shoot an orange and ripe basketball to the hoop in my back yard. I would spend hours and hours firing that ball to the basket, refusing to leave without making the final shot but not wanting to leave when a potential hot streak was forming. Therefore it was usually the last of...
“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
– Mark Twain
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The Only Day In Existence
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of a window, a tall, rectangular spirit looking down at me in bed, about to demand that I avenge the murder of my father. But the morning light is only the first line in the play of this day— the only day in existence— the opening chord of its long song, or think of what is permeating the thin bedroom...
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A Long Road and a VW Bus.
Several weeks ago I found myself sitting in a coffee shop by a river. I was bleary eyed from thousands of miles in the air and the shifting time zones that I hurtled through like a time traveler. Sometime before the coffee reached my veins and tunneled to my brain, I had brought up a story to the two people there with me. I don’t remember why the story came to my mind. In my memory it seems to...
Adbeus Coffee →
