Friday, March 30, 2007

Some musings

Today is one of those Fridays that make me truly appreciate Fridays. It's one of those weeks where you completely reach your threshhold for your co-workers and all their crap. It's sad, too, since I wasn't hear for half of Monday and all of Tuesday. Being angry at work is bad for me, since I don't end up doing any homework and then, when I get home, I'm so stressed from work that I don't do any homework. It is a vicious cycle.

I had planned to write about how dated the music on my iPod was, but what seemed funny and clever in my head seems trite and stupid when typed out, so no iPod ramblings.

Gotta go get my drink on!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Without sports, there'd be no "next year"

Shut up ESPN!

So, basketball didn't go so hot this season. Even after the essays, posted commercials, veiled threats, open threats, and praying, the Jayhawks have again made an early (not winning the whole fucking thing) exit from the NCAA tournament. Luckily, the game was so comically and painfully awful, I was able to fly through the five stages of grief and get to acceptance with about a minute left to go in the game.

Once I was at acceptance, there was nothing else to do but have some good food and my favorite wine and dance with my friends until the wee small hours of the morning. Plus, I got a belated birthday gift with all sorts of lovely books and a coach wristlet I had been coveting for a while. Thanks for Yella and Boi for that. I am appreciative of the present but more grateful for your friendship.

Now, it is time for sleep. I have to get on my homework fast so I can do boring old chores and gardening this next weekend.

Peace

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

God, I love craigslist. You can put up a listing that reads "an old boot, missing heel and the j key from my keyboard," and as long as it is under the free listings, you will have someone willing to come pick it up at your house. It is fantastic and very socialist.

For all you haters out there...

I just wanted to let everyone know what's up with Kansas!

From ESPN writer Gene Wojciechowski-

It isn't just the margin of victories -- an, "Oh, did we just win by 40?'' over Niagara and a 12-point (felt like 22) win against Kentucky -- it's how the Jayhawks seem to improve every minute they're on the court. That's why they replace Florida as my new overall No. 1. Keep this up and they'll win the West Regional, the Final Four and possibly the NBA's Atlantic Division.

05:27:00 AM ENGLEWOOD CO US Out for delivery

More than a year ago, I applied to University of Illinois. I was hoping to be accepted to their online writing program. I filled out the application, wrote my letter of intent and got all my transcripts mailed over. I paid my application fee electronically and the university took my money 2 days later. That was the last time I heard from them. Now, it is 13 months after all of this and when I log into their website, I don’t even have an application on file. I guess this means I didn’t get in. You would think, though, that for $40 they could spare some postage to let me know that I am not accepted. Totally fucking ridiculous. I’m not sure why I’m angry, seeing as I am already half way through my junior year at CU, but I am a little bit bitter that I never even got a rejection letter. It was like they just hit the purge button and forgot about me. Fuckers.

Not having any schoolwork to avoid is weird. It has made me oddly lazy around the house. I don’t want to do dishes or move my clothes out of the washer or anything. I just want to read in bed until I fall asleep, wake up, eat, and then read in bed some more. Maybe it is hormonal. I don’t know.

I have watched like 50 hours of college basketball in the last week, which makes it my part time job, I guess. That is really the only thing that is keeping me going right now and I am pleased at the way spring break lined up. Otherwise, I would fail all of my classes for sure, instead of for likely. It’s only 10.34 AM. That seems criminal.

I was poking through my emails yesterday, trying to find a website for a friend, when I realized I had another still active, technically. I’m used to finding little bits of writing on my computer, saved with a weird file name in a weird folder, but it is even stranger to find this same thing on the internet. Perhaps Villi can help me get amateur nacho up and running (psst, I would like to use wordpress) I can have a comprehensive archive that includes girlgonewrong and franklystacy and all of the other cast offs from my life. Perhaps I can offer a more detailed look at my life, rather than this disjointed one, no matter how apt the metaphor is.

In other news, Jenny Owen Youngs is coming to town in April. She's all blowed up since perez hilton pimped her shit, but I just want to let everyone know that I bought her CD like months ago. If anyone wants to go see her with me, I will buy the tickets.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

sorry

I have wanted to write so many things recently. I get started and then it sucks and then there is basketball to watch. HaHa Duke. Peace out.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Diagnosis -- March Madness

From stress or basketball or working or life, I have acquired chronic neck pain, and by chronic, I mean 10 days. It has been, when it flares up, incapacitating neck pain that stops me in my tracks, waylays me for 2 hours, and then disappears on the gossamer wings of hypochondria. At least, I think I am imagining it.

The worst possible thing I could have done tonight was watch house, about viral meningitis, and how the main symptom was neck pain. I started doing crazy self-diagnosis, which only made the pain worse. Then, I did some push ups and felt much better. Rather than schedule myself for a spinal tap, I think I need a head shrinker.

Anyhow, the basketball is really starting to heat up. I almost threw up on myself during the big 12 tournament game. To go with the theme, I am posting my grammar essay here. It compares grammar as a system to college basketball as a system. It got a perfect score, which means that even if it isn't entertaining, every colon, dash, and known-new contract segue is right on.

Enjoy.

The player grabs the long rebound. For fun, give him an arbitrary jersey number—34 (maybe it’s not so arbitrary). 34 sprints down the court as the opposing team struggles to get back on defense. 34 ducks two defenders; his teammate, call him 32, sets a screen. # 34 sees a lane and starts to drive towards the basket. In a kinetic ballet, 34 twists and turns in the air. Another player, in a different colored jersey, joins him in an adversarial pas de deux. As the ball releases from 34’s hands and begins its path to the basket, another hand reaches out, aiming for the ball, but catching 34 on the arm instead. A whistle shrills. Both players, 34 and his opponent, return to earth, but the ball continues to arc; it starts an ellipsis. The ellipsis denotes a delay; it is longer than a comma and less abrasive than a dash. As long as that ball hangs above the basket, the ellipsis continues. The crowd pauses out of respect to the ellipsis, as they wait to see if the shot will go or not. The ball bounces on the rim, maybe the backboard, rolls a few times, and then, ellipsis ending, falls to the bottom of the net. The sentence is over and is punctuated with an exclamation point from the referee. Count it!

Grammar is, fundamentally, just the application of rules. Grammar typically refers to the written and spoken word, but it can refer to any field or technique. Basketball is no exception. From the tip off to final shot of the game, basketball works within the proscribed rules of the game. To monitor the use of the rules, like a teacher with the infamous red marker, there are the referees. They make sure the game starts and ends. But, like literature, the rules are open to interpretation, and every game, like every story, is different.

The dunks and fouls will not happen at the same place in every game, but there are elements of basketball, like grammar, that will happen every time. Since basketball is a story, full of sentences, there will be many subjects. Some will be simple: the coach. Some subjects are compound: the Kansas Jayhawks and the Duke Blue Devils. Typically though, the sentence is a complete subject or noun phrase with lots of modifiers: perennial underdogs and frightened weaklings, the UNC Tarheels, and gifted defenders and three-time defending SEC champions, the Florida Gators. The verb phrases throughout the game will also vary. It can be a simple predicate: dunks. It can be a compound predicate: misses the shot and makes his own rebound. The best sentences in the story, though, will combine a terrific noun phrase with a memorable verb phrase; perennial underdogs and frightened weaklings, the UNC Tarheels, and gifted ball-handlers and three-time defending SEC champions, the Florida Gators battle for the basketball and, in the end, the eternal glory of victory.

Once the players hit the court, another grammar decision must be made. Just as a sportswriter would try to avoid a phrase like “the player enjoys rebounding, shooting, and to block,” a coach would try to avoid sending a 6’1” guard out against a 7’ center. Both writing and basketball must grant parallelism its due. Writing that is constructed without regard to parallelism will be confusing and difficult to read. In basketball, a coach that doesn’t match the players up to the opposing team can expect to lose a lot of games. When players and words don’t fit together, the end result is less than desirable.

Once those players are matched as well as they can be, play begins. Some trips up the court, the sentence is simple; Jackson scores. On other trips up the court, a team may need a longer sentence with more subjects or verbs or both. A team may pass a ball four or five times. Each pass acts like a comma in a sentence. A comma’s goal is to direct attention to the next part of a sentence; it slows the reader down and focuses their attention on the next word. A pass in basketball does exactly the same thing. When the ball is passed, the fan (or coach, player, or announcer) has to stop and find the ball again. A pass directs the energy to the next player and keeps the attention moving forward, towards conclusion. Sometimes, a pass goes into the wrong hands or out of bounds, just like a comma gets misused and directs the reader no where. Both are fundamental parts of their craft but both must be used appropriately.

The most exciting play in basketball is the slam dunk. The most exciting punctuation mark in writing is the exclamation point. Ideally, both should be trotted out as a special occasion, as something anticipated and placed at exactly the right time. Recently, both have become an overused cliché, causing fans of both mediums to roll their eyes a bit. The exclamation point, used correctly, will convey a sense of excitement, danger, or surprise at the end of a sentence. Overuse of the exclamation point cheapens writing. The same is true of overused slam dunks. If every sentence ends with an exclamation, it becomes hard for readers to know where to direct their attention. Many sentences that could safely end with just a period get punctuated with an exclamation point. The period may seem boring and safe, but it is effective. The same can be said for the period’s kindred in basketball: the lay-up. Perhaps, with a concerted effort, the exclamation point and the slam dunk can return to their former glory as rarely used but potent ways to punctuate a statement.

Different people like different authors, books, and writing styles. Similarly, in basketball, people like different teams, coaches, players, and styles. Someone who enjoys the frenetic style of Brett Eaton Ellis might like a fast, transition offense. A James Joyce fan might enjoy Syracuse’s zone defense—confusing and hard to follow, but effective and ultimately satisfying. The common thread between different books and different basketball games is that, different as they are, they all work within the rules; both arts must acknowledge and respect the grammar that governs them.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

This all sounds familiar

Just after Hurricane Katrina, when the whole refugee versus evacuee argument was going on, Villi and I got into an argument with this troglodyte in our English class. He was trying to argue that refugee was appropriate because it shared a root meaning with refuge. I countered this argument with the fact that fugitive also shares a root meaning with refuge and so what is your fucking point? The argument went on and on and many arguments were called up and, in turn, smacked down. Finally, after many verbal backhands, the moron dropped the class and was never heard from again.

His logic, which in no way resembles our earth logic, seems to be shared with Ms. Ann Coulter. It took her almost 4 days to respond to the backlash from her 'faggot' comment at the CPAC (really why is anyone surprised or shocked by anything that comes from the mouth of that guttersnipe?). And when she did respond, this was all she could offer - "Faggot isn't offensive to gays; it has nothing to do with gays. It's a schoolyard taunt meaning 'wuss,' and unless you're telling me that John Edwards is gay, it was not applied to a gay person."

I can't think of a less qualified person to speak to what is or is not offensive to gays. This is the same woman that said in the same breath that she doesn't want to discriminate against gays, she just doesn't want them to get married. Clearly Ann Coulter is not exactly enlightened about civil rights, GLBT issues, or anything ever.

And as I told the moron Donald, just because you think refugee doesn't have a negative connotation, doesn't mean the whole world agrees with you. Likewise, Ann, just because you toss this word around all careless like doesn't mean that the word doesn't mean something to others (read:the whole fucking English-speaking world). Perhaps my pet name for my sister is Sucky McFuckrag and maybe when we hear this, we giggle with delight, but people would probably take offense if I started calling her that in public, or in full page ads in the local paper.

Which, by the way, is not a denial of my first amendment rights. The first amendment grants you the right to say what you like, but it doesn't mean it will be consequence free. I have the right to confess to killing a man just to watch him die. If the police decide to arrest me and question me on this, they are not denying me my first amendment rights. That is merely a consequence of my speech. The first amendment doesn't exist in a vacuum; the first amendment merely protects your rights to say something (meaning you can't be silenced) but it doesn't protect you from the fallout. So quit using that fucking argument you moronic, conservative douchebags! (see I get to say that because of the first amendment, but if someone takes offense to that, or asks me to remove it, or threatens to pull non-existent sponsorship, that is their choice and it is in no way protected or enforced by the US government.)

Sunday, March 04, 2007

HD makes you smarter

We ordered our HDTV after watching the Super Bowl in HD and realizing it would be great for college basketball, especially the final four (go Hawks!) You get the TV and the picture and sound are amazing. It is truly a wonder of visual technology. But soon, after all the basketball games have ended, you start running through the channels and none of the non-HD programs look good at all. So what do you end up watching? Discovery in HD. Hours of it. It is beautiful to look at and becomes addictive. So, you learn about Powis Castle in Wales and the programs to revitalize the bush in southwestern Australia. You stop watching hours of VH1 celebreality, which you are really happy about and instead look forward to Planet Earth on Discovery (starting in April).

Right now, I have stumbled on the digital galleries that you can play on your HDTV that show nature pictures, or in this case famous paintings. It is the definition of simplicity. Beautiful images of famous paintings, with a momentary description about the painter and the artist, set to a very delicate and beautiful piano piece. I've only been watching for about 20 minutes, but I am pretty sure I could pick a Maurice de Vlaminck painting out of a a lineup. I also enjoy this format because I don't have to put on any airs studying the pictures. I don't have to pretend to be moved or even to understand what I am seeing. I can just look at them and I don't have to offer an opinion. I get to look at them for as long as I want. I can' pause the picture or rewind it and I don't have to worry about the person behind me trying to look. Right now, here in my living room, these paintings belong to me.

I realize that rather than just being a delivery method for crystal clear sporting events, this TV lets me see the whole world with the same clarity. Plus, it is pretty kick ass for playing the video games.

Saturday, March 03, 2007