Summer Reading

What was read so far:

The Last Don - Mario Puzo
Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro
Swami And Friends - R.K. Narayan
The Second Jungle Book - Rudyard Kipling
Logan's Run - William Nolan and George Johnson
Prey - Michael Crichton

In progress:

Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro

Yet to come:

Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
Kim - Rudyard Kipling (Yes, I promise I will actually get to this!)
Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut
Farenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
Solaris - Stanislaw Lem
Disgrace - J.M. Coetzee

Gator Bait'ed

6 seconds left, 5 seconds left.....Jodie Meeks gets the ball and.........SCORES! A trifecta, he shot that all the way from Atlanta! Lights out baby, its OVER! Seriously, take a look outside: even the Moon went home. The Skid is over, it's Cat City right now in Rupp!

Ode to the White Whale

AHAB! WELL DONE!

Books so far:

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho
The First Jungle Book - Rudyard Kipling
Life of Pi - Yann Martel

Yet to come:

The Second Jungle Book - Rudyard Kipling
Kim - Rudyard Kipling
Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro

No Talent All Heart

So the verdict is in. Seems like I made it....barely. I guess I still need to sweat it out and get the fundamentals. It's fine: if you coach benches you, you just have to practice twice as hard. Finally, a peculiar observation: it seems like my fortunes and Big Blue's fortunes are inexplicably coupled. Here's to hoping for a good March run for the both of us.

Like A Wave

Things good and bad:

- Jodie drops 54 BIG ONES against the Vols! Goodbye Issel, hello Meeks!
- Obama! Finally, a president that I actually voted for!
- First one didn't go so well. Hopefully the other two will be better.

Like a leaf upon a wave, I must ride the ebbs and flows.

Waning Poetic

Dusk

Finally: all is quiet in the world,
Blanketed by a deafening silence.
The day is old and weary,
And waves its final goodbye.
Neither a bang, nor a whimper,
But a tear for its passing.
The tangerine-reds linger,
clinging, clawing against futility,
Like a sticky, sweet syrup,
Refusing to climb down the throat.
Finally: the sun melts into the horizon,
Waning like the candle by the bedside,
Resisting the night's assault,
To keep from being snuffed, but for a moment.
I rest my head on my pillow,
At last embraced by quiet shadows.

Sportsdude of the Year

Dwyane Wade (yes, it's sorta spelled backwards). The dude bought a waifed family furnishings and made several house payments for a new house. Not hesitant to spread the Christmas joy, he also threw a party for 350 kids and hosted another 100 on the December 23rd Heat game. What a good a dude!