Mental Golf

This week, the big story in the world of sport was the return of Tiger Woods to professional golf. After winning his first round match at some tournament in Arizona, he lost in the second round to some anonymous n00b. This event has, however, gotten me extremely excited for the summer, and golf.

I'm not talking about the highbrow country club golf. I play the game the only way I know how; guttin it out in the trenches, getting grimy and making gutsy shots (aka I am terrible at golf).

My main inspiration for playing the game comes from Chevy Chase, whose performance in Caddyshack ranks among the most influential movie characters in my life.

You know what, Caddyshack is a movie to live by. There, I said it.

Golf. Zen. Chevy Chase. Life.

The Barack the Mic Tour Continues

I don't even listen to the words coming out of Barack's mouth anymore. I just watch for that swagger. In the words of Weezy F. Baby, "What's G?"

Barack Obama.

Even in the face of a mountainous deficit, global recession, and a generally bleak outlook for things across the board, Barack, Joey Biden, Pelosi, Hil, J. Kerry, Dodd, and all the other old-ass politicians were all cheesing mad hard. Even the turncoat Lieberman was ready to give the White Sox fan-in-chief some dap. I know you're playing nice now Joe, but don't think I've forgotten your poor play in 2000 and 2008. N00b. I'm watching your shifty ass.

Barack even gave a shout out to T.R. while talking about healthcare. Yet another reason to get my tattoo.

You know what: I refuse to talk about any specific issues raised by the president. All I want to do is bask in his glow. I don't want to let him down.

"I am not a quitter, Mr. President"

OK, so...now what do we do?

put on for our cities.

Feelin It

I'm not talking about the song off of "Reasonable Doubt."

Well, actually I am. Always. But I also want to discuss "feelin it" as a term in general. This useful phrase can be used to explain even the most irrational of actions. For example, every time I go off on an irreverent tangent and get called out for speaking nonsense, I just cover and say that I was "feelin it, yo."

Other situations in which the use of this phrase is appropriate include:
-when one has drank too much
-when one orders that extra hot dog, chili cheese dog, ice cream cone, etc and then fails to finish it
-when one plays rap music at loud volumes early in the morning
-when one gets caught reading People magazine
-when one switches from skiing to snowboarding
-when one balls at a higher level than those around him/her
-when one makes an objectively bad play in Halo
-when one blows off responsibilities to go to the beach and build a sandcastle
-when one has drank too much

Some might question why I have even written this post. Those people, however, clearly did not see the same subtlety in it that exists in a well played game of cricket.

I'm just feelin it on a Monday night. Get 'em.

Steamblog

So this week I am skiing in beautiful Steamboat Springs, Colorado. The conditions have been pretty good, and although my legs are pretty sore this trip has re-affirmed my love for skiing in the Rockies. This morning me and my ski/snowboard accomplices found some pristine powder during the tail end of a snowfall and made our way through some stands of huge evergreens and aspen trees. It was epic. The type of snow I came out here for.

The following is a picture of my friend Evan after a long day on the mountain today.

I think that's a man who's ready for more shredding.

A quick anecdote about the town of Steamboat before I retire. There is a former ski racer named Billy Kidd who is a Steammboat legend. He won a few World Cup events and was the first American to win an Olympic medal in Alpine Skiing, at the 1964 Olympics in Innsbruck, Austria. He now lives in Steamboat and wears a cowboy hat while skiing with tourists.

Shred on, my friends.

Many Men

Wish death 'pon me.



A hip-hopera. Don't worry about the end when it abruptly cuts to Jadakiss.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.

Four Score and...WTF?

So this week, on Thursday, is Abraham Lincoln's 200th birthday; to be honest, I'm so happy for the old guy. He doesn't look a day over 125.

For real though, there is a Lincoln orgy going on in this country right now. The New York Times even took a break from reassuring limousine liberals that it is not in financial hot water to run a piece on some new books about Abraham Lincoln that are coming out around this historic birthday. Accompanying the story are some cool cartoons of the 16th President.

New lets get real. Maybe its just me, but I am at the point where I doubt whether many of the anecdotes attributed to the Great Emancipator are true. I mean, he did not free the slaves. He freed slaves in parts of the country that were NOT PART OF THE COUNTRY in 1863. He was a great President who held the country together in perhaps its most trying time, but I feel like we are talking about Augustus in the age of Constantine here. Lincoln is nevertheless a vital part of the American myth; if pennies go out of circulation I will NOT be happy.

I do really want to go to the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historic Site. They built a Greek Temple around a reconstruction of the cabin in which he was born. Get into it.

Art

I did this in about a minute and a half in Microsoft paint. Had it been with a real brush and canvas, I'm pretty sure some n00b with too much money would buy it for $700. Sure, that statement probably pisses off a lot of 'artists' out there. "You don't know what it's like man," "You're uncultured," "People don't want to buy your computer paintings of genitalia."

Bullshit.

My shit is more John Blaze than that.

See some of my earlier works posted on this blog around the time of the last debates between McCain and Obama. This is art. None of that depressing oil or pastel shit.


Nice beret asshole.

I'm outtie. Tell these people something they don't already know about me.

Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad

This band is ill. The best whiteboy reggae I've heard in a long time. Peep this show on archive.org : http://www.archive.org/details/gpgds2006-11-11.sbd.flac16




Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad are reppin Rochester, NY and currently are on tour spreading the love all across America. Get into it. http://www.giantpandadub.com/index_new.php

Its Boss Time!

So the Superbowl was last night. If you did not know this, then you are not reading this blog because you are not a real person.

As I predicted, despite his "beast" effort, Larry Fitz couldn't win the game on his own, and when it came down to it Big Ben made that key play when it really mattered.

All I have to say is, Costas, can I get a job? You know I would be better than Dennis Miller was on Monday Night Football. Not only do I have a rapier wit and a once-in-a-generation sense of humor, I know something about football!

For all the non-football fans, I know that you only watched the game for the ads, and possibly the halftime show featuring Bruce Springsteen. There were some good ads from Doritos and GoDaddy.com, but overall there was no Pets.com sock puppet to blow my mind.


A few more observations about the game/festivities/orgy of American symbolic might in the face of an uncertain future. Did everyone see General Petraeus doing the coin toss? Dude, shouldn't you be in IRAQ supervising the election there? Seriously, WTF? Also, The Boss was good; a little over the top, but keeping it just real enough. I still pine for the Aerosmith/Nsync/Britney Spears/Nelly days. Faith and Jennifer Hudson before the game were aight also. As for this lip-synching rumor, I don't really care. What do you think about that?

So take-home message is that while football is great, and I mean great, there are 13 days until pitchers and catchers report to Mets Spring Training. Yes.

While you're at it, I am currently listening to my friend's radio show on www.wbrs.org, Brandeis Student Radio. The show is called Old School/New School and its on Mondays from 10:30-midnight. They occasionally play Weezy. Holla.