awww, look at erin gloria ryan dipping her toes in the rap-referent waters. very cute. (apparently blake lively’s lifestyle blog is not going over well)
makes me want to grab a black blogger and have a scene like that one in Eternal Sunshine where Clementine’s like “Joel, it’s all gonna be gone soon!” and he’s like “I know” and she’s like “what do we do???” and he’s like “enjoy it?” and then the Jon Brion kicks in and you’re like please nobody look at me right now
that’s us and Nas’s “Ether” y’all; it’s all gonna be gone soon…
just in time, you found me just in time before you came my time was running low I was lost the losing dice were tossed my bridges all were crossed nowhere to go now you’re here now i know just where I’m going no more doubt or fear i found my way for love came just in time, you found me just in time and changed my lonely nights that lucky day
poor stan van gundy. dude can’t get a break. bumped by riley to win the heat’s first championship. betrayed by his star player in orlando. stalked by lebron to the southeast division. lebron should have included him in The Letter (The Essay?): “This is bigger than the business of basketball. There’s also Stan Van Gundy, who is now a head coach and team president in the Central Division and it is my sworn oath to destroy him. So I’m going to Cleveland where with Chicago and Indiana, mayeb even Milwaukee, we’ll make sure that guy is never seen as more than a middling NBA mind though he’s actually pretty good. (Or maybe not? we’ll never know.) I’m coming home. XO”
the curse of stan van gundy is dead, long live the curse of stan van gundy
“I believe that in 2014, NBA megastar LeBron James will create the feel-good sports story of the millennium by becoming a free agent and rejoining the Cleveland Cavaliers. This seems like an impossible scenario: the team that LeBron spurned to “take [his] talents to South Beach”; the fan base that burned his jersey when he made “the Decision”; the owner who sent unhinged messages to the press in both the font and tone of an over-stimulated 11-year-old. It sounds impossible, yet LeBron hasn’t denied the possibility, and it makes sense in a way that transcends dollars, cents and championships.”—
And yet, LeBron James holds out the tantalizing possibility of being something more than a brand. There is something that made him say that his dream was to be “a global icon like Muhammad Ali.” There is something that made him dip a toe into waters African-American athletes rarely tread and say that he believed racism played a role in the ferocity of the reaction when he left Cleveland. There is something that compelled him to organize his team to stand up for Trayvon Martin, the entire team posing in hoodies, after the 17-year-old was killed by George Zimmerman. There is something—after all the bad blood, hurt feelings and still-sensitive scar tissue—that compels him to say he might leave Miami and return to Ohio. He’s our superstar in the age of declinism, but one who inspires belief that there are better days ahead. I believe that LeBron James will leave Miami next season and return to Cleveland to become something not even Michael Jordan ever achieved: a folk hero.
the fall of michael del zotto, damn. once rising star defenseman, now can’t even get a job (despite a league-wide hunger for skilled D)… would def want Rangers to grab him again on the cheap, but NYC’s surely absolutely the last place in hell to avoid demons and turn things around. funny to look at that 2009 roster (vinny prospal #2 scorer; also not much scoring) vs the stanley cup finalist five years later. sather had some work to do.
also crazy that brodeur can’t find a backup job anywhere.
all those people who kept repeating the joke about “the way the world’s going to shit, pretty soon they’ll do a revival of Cats with a rapping cat” rejoice! your prophecy has come true! you were right all along!
also, finally someone [else] recognizes one Thomas Stearns Eliot (from the Lou) as one of the original Juice Crew members. they say time is always telling…
“The more closely we analyze what we consider ‘sexy,’ the more clearly we will understand that eroticism is the feeling of excitement we experience at finding another human being who shares our values and our sense of the meaning of existence.”—alain de botton (via)
it sounds to me like gza recorded one track with “witches warlocks spooks and holy ghosts,” and another with “wizards warlocks spooks and holy ghosts” and they just mixed the two (maybe he couldn’t decide?) for the final result “witchards warlocks spooks and holy ghosts.” fyi. psa. the more you know etc.
this nba offseason could be exciting, but if the status quo holds it will be interesting to see if/how the Rockets go from league darlings and model franchise to disaster. why? because they’ve been in the news so much the last couple seasons w very little playoffs to show for it, because of how unlikable Howard and Harden have become, because they’re always lined up outside the locker of your franchise superstar like a sex-positive married couple (with $ and resources) looking for a third swinger to spice things up and raise the stakes, because without that third member you get the sense their own relationship will crumble and disintegrate into some tepid downtown-Austin (Houston?) version of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Harden-Howard, because they lack the projectability of teams like the Thunder, Clips, Warriors… because the franchise and attendant content-sphere is now as obnoxious as Miami but without all the actual, dare i say, Heat…
anyways, besides miami and new york, and moreso than chicago or any west contender, houston has a lot riding on these lebron melo love decisions. fingers crossed, hope you guys lose this one and have only your jeremy lin poison pill to swallow! xoxo
“One of my old boyfriends was a Sports Guy (not to be confused with a Playing Sports Guy, more like a Drunk Yelling At The Game While Embarrassing Me At Buffalo Wild Wings Sports Guy) and one night I took a hot shower and shaved my legs (it was his birthday) and got all sexed up (read: left my mouth guard on the side of the sink) and decided to surprise him in bed wearing one of his beloved football jerseys. I knew I’d made a mistake as soon as I pulled my left arm sexily through its designated hole and felt that upper back tightness that signifies the Nutri System might not be working as fast as I’d hoped. I shuffled out of the bathroom with my arms pinned to my sides, breasts pressed flat beneath the unforgiving material and banging uncomfortably against my ankles. He had to cut me out of that shit so we could bang, OH MY GOD.
in which your boy was pitching 16s to Denton like he was Diddy making a band. ahhhh, were we ever so young!
AND SO… with belated love, kudos, blessings we send this blast from the halcyon past out to fellow negro enthusiast, nick denton. (ICYMI: wedding write-up, gawker marginalia)
(ALSO, I KNOW THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME, IT’S A WAY-TOO-LATE WEDDING TOAST IN A TUMBLR POST OK, but: vid treatment was attached to the pitch. basically me, blakeley running around crosby street on a keystone cops vibe. slapsticky. the three stooges, but with more racial hijinx! …and only two stooges. BUT THEY’D BE INTERRACIAL STOOGES —foh if that’s not a well-hit double in the gap off the conceit alone alone. no? single up the middle. no? walk. no? hit by pitch? strikeout but the catcher loses the ball and I advance to first? ANYWAYS THE POINT IS THAT I HURT, NICK, AND YOU SHOULD HAVE INVITED THE INTERRACIAL STOOGES. xoxo)
“If you look at the lives and personalities of almost any of the Great Thinkers currently lionized in the American academy, certainly anyone like Deleuze, or Foucault, Wittgenstein, Freud, Einstein, or even Max Weber, none of them would have lasted ten minutes in our current system. These were some seriously odd people. They probably would never have finished grad school, and if they somehow did discipline themselves to appear sufficiently “professional,” “collegial,” conformist and compliant to make it through adjunct hell or pre-tenure, it would be at the expense of leaving them incapable of producing any of the works for which they have become famous.”—via