Vaguely Cognizant Thoughts On Boston/Lakers, Life, And Time Travelling Bunnies May 31, 2008
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Here’s an idea: there should be a pill that allows one to fall back to sleep easily when they are just recovering from previous three nights of a summer cold. Oh yea. It’s called ‘ambient’ or some shit and I hear it causes erections that last long enough so you need to call a doctor for advice.
Sorry about that. You know when you’re daydreaming? This is sorta what it’s like. I mean, for the longest time I thought Kobe would not ever get back into the Finals. Ever. Not that I have anything against the man—but when he had a backup mate of Smush Parker for some years, my faith is obviously deterred.
Same goes for KG. He was supposed to be bound in Timberwolf purgatory, becoming that great legend that is whispered throughout the nation of being god-like in theory only. A Kobe-KG showdown? With Jesus and Truth on one end and Lamarr Odom and a Spaniard beard on the other? Nay. Tis cannot be, I must be daydreaming.
Since the playoffs began the dream scenario was to have a Lakers/Bostons finale. It brings back memories (of which I wasn’t a) born yet, b) even in the continent at the time) that might give America the hope of change.
Man, it’s so rainy outside at 6AM on a Saturday right now.
Okay, so there’s another reason to daydream. It’s not just to get our minds to a place where we can play around, but it’s also a time when impossibilities are vanquished. You get to literally morph your destiny. Things happen for a reason in real life, but our reasoning can make real things happen in dreamland. When those things collide and you get a formulation of an end result that you dreamed for and is happening in reality for sensible reasons, I flippin flip out.
None of the above made any sense. I’m sorry. Going on 3 hours of sleep here. Maybe I should wrap this up.
LOST will be forever my favorite show to combine several clever artsy and messed up science fiction crap. Moving an entire island? To where? Is Jacob the island? Does Ewan McGregor have anything to do with this?
What’s great about this year’s 2008 NBA Finals is the promise of everything you hoped would happen but feared to embrace. You sense it to be a joy but the knowing anticipation scares you. I can’t keep from not thinking about the impending doom of it all even though I should be cherishing it, even as it’s happening before your eyes.
It’s something I’m working on. The idea of accepting all that is good right now and not wish for it to be better or hope that it goes inevitably bad.
Uhhh, I wanna go to sleep…
NBA Physics Vol. I November 29, 2007
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(Wow! You won’t believe this — and you really shouldn’t — Monsieur René Descartes has some NBA thinkings that he wanted to share over here at The Unrelatedness. By jove, who am I to complain! Take it away Re-Re…)
Allo mes amis! What is sup friends? Long time no talk. With me being totally dead and all. Well, I caught the Orlando Magic vs. Seattle SuperSonics deal last night and OHOY! What did I notice? The man-beast himself (not the Devil Beast that tormented the 16th century France mind you, we — Locke, Hume and myself after some sips of rum — totally fucked him up back in my day) DWIGHT HOWARD.
You see, Howard posted a monster 39, 16 and 5 blocks. That’s not just scientific and philosophically bliss, that’s the goddamn nectar from the angels. Thus is my Dwight Howard Proof on the Existence of Grabbing All The Rebounds While Dropping Forty:
And even though the Sonics were on a mad hunt to try and upset a big lead, Kevin Durant saw something that he must learn or else perish forever: Objects will gravitate towards larger masses. Thus KD’s futile attempts to go at Dwight for a layup will cause the ball to be gravitated into Dwight’s hands. It’s that simple. You might as well just give the other team the ball, 2 points and maybe a hot stone massage.
I don’t know what that last part means. I’m seeing a shrink about this… his name’s Freud, any good?
Next time on Descartes’ Disseminations: How the specialists shooters, specifically white guys, have a shooting percentage proportional to the hair gel they use. Truth!
