BEST STARTING FIVE IN NBA RIGHT NOW
PG: Billups
SG: Bryant
SF: Prince
PF: Garnett
C: Duncan
This is what has been decided and it is final.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Thursday, December 07, 2006
After nine years you might be surprised that I can recall some things from before I set out. Nonetheless, I am startled to recognize this boy, especially considering how he has changed. I see his face in and out of an old dream that keeps me listless. Unfortunately, it is a dream that I do not enjoy retelling:
The dust had settled in layers on my brow and upon my shoulders as I stood motionless in an empty office space. Yes, an office space devoid of furnishings and proper light fixtures; an office space among a series of vacant buildings, sitting on a large concrete slab that I suspect was never worth commercial appraisal. We had picked the spot together and in secrecy with the hope of finishing our project. But, as he left me there, pinned against the wall, in the quiet behind our silent beast, with its mechanical sleeve pushing fluids into my gut, I knew our partnership was at an end.
But now he was just a boy, shaking and pale.
The dust had settled in layers on my brow and upon my shoulders as I stood motionless in an empty office space. Yes, an office space devoid of furnishings and proper light fixtures; an office space among a series of vacant buildings, sitting on a large concrete slab that I suspect was never worth commercial appraisal. We had picked the spot together and in secrecy with the hope of finishing our project. But, as he left me there, pinned against the wall, in the quiet behind our silent beast, with its mechanical sleeve pushing fluids into my gut, I knew our partnership was at an end.
But now he was just a boy, shaking and pale.
Monday, November 27, 2006
This jon is not that jon…this jon is that jon?
A strange coincidence occurred yesterday. Two universes collided. The result, an ancient version of someone I once thought I knew. Stark naked under the sunlight in a field of thorny white roses. Lost. Withering. I approached the character from behind to calm him, but only seemed to engage with his higher orders of dementia or schizophrenia. God. I don’t know who he is. Maybe I do. A calloused soul does not wear thin.
Oh yes, back to the coincidence of it all. The lad, who I soon recognized, had no discerning motions other than an impetuous shiver. A circle - he stood on the verge of a circle. You see, here is the dilemma. I only happened upon the boy because in fact it was I that had tramped the circle. It took 9 years to travel its perimeter.
A strange coincidence occurred yesterday. Two universes collided. The result, an ancient version of someone I once thought I knew. Stark naked under the sunlight in a field of thorny white roses. Lost. Withering. I approached the character from behind to calm him, but only seemed to engage with his higher orders of dementia or schizophrenia. God. I don’t know who he is. Maybe I do. A calloused soul does not wear thin.
Oh yes, back to the coincidence of it all. The lad, who I soon recognized, had no discerning motions other than an impetuous shiver. A circle - he stood on the verge of a circle. You see, here is the dilemma. I only happened upon the boy because in fact it was I that had tramped the circle. It took 9 years to travel its perimeter.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
JONNY-5 WROTE:
Many unusual birds came to greet him. Some stayed to chirp and chat, but others left quite quickly. I imagine this was in large part due to my precarious strectching regimen. After some time Mr. Hubbard began to sing the walloping kookoo’padoo song and the mighty walrus bird quickly appeared. She was an odd pear shaped bird, but had the must beautiful mane of hair flowing from her undercarriage. As her wings flapped the walrus bird wiggled its elongated nose, tilted her head back and warbled “sharumph – sharumph – shoom”.
“Wow. That’s great! But what does that mean” I asked. “Oh nothing. She is just embarrassed. She normally does that when meeting someone new.” Mr. Hubbard then turned to me and said “I have something even more special to show you. Do you like the carpet bird?” Slightly confused I replied “Well, I don’t think I know what that is. Are you playing scoopy with me Mr. Hubbard?”
“No sir. I would not do that. You see the carpet bird is the largest and most magnificent of the miniature birds. It is approximately the size of three goolong balls.” Mr. Hubbard then performed the most astonishing feat. A myriad carpet birds fell from the sky as if they were ash falling from a volcanic explosion.
Many unusual birds came to greet him. Some stayed to chirp and chat, but others left quite quickly. I imagine this was in large part due to my precarious strectching regimen. After some time Mr. Hubbard began to sing the walloping kookoo’padoo song and the mighty walrus bird quickly appeared. She was an odd pear shaped bird, but had the must beautiful mane of hair flowing from her undercarriage. As her wings flapped the walrus bird wiggled its elongated nose, tilted her head back and warbled “sharumph – sharumph – shoom”.
“Wow. That’s great! But what does that mean” I asked. “Oh nothing. She is just embarrassed. She normally does that when meeting someone new.” Mr. Hubbard then turned to me and said “I have something even more special to show you. Do you like the carpet bird?” Slightly confused I replied “Well, I don’t think I know what that is. Are you playing scoopy with me Mr. Hubbard?”
“No sir. I would not do that. You see the carpet bird is the largest and most magnificent of the miniature birds. It is approximately the size of three goolong balls.” Mr. Hubbard then performed the most astonishing feat. A myriad carpet birds fell from the sky as if they were ash falling from a volcanic explosion.
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