Recently, a friend had a short story published in a magazine. I couldn’t wait till it came out—I’d read a few of her other pieces, and they all scratch right where I itch.
I love reading fiction by people I know. Like tripping with someone or sleeping with someone, there is an intimacy and seduction in storytelling. Just like the first time knockin’ boots with someone, the first time you experience how someone-you-know writes is all surprises, symmetries and swerve.
I…never noticed how…skillfully you wield your…relative clauses. *sigh*
How has marriage, long known to be an oppressive institution with about the same success rate as guessing heads or tails at a coin flip, remained the lifestyle of choice for a majority of human beings? Why, with all our social advancements and changes, do people still choose to enter into an arrangement that starts like this:
Till death do us part
but so often ends up like this?
Turning 30/40/50/60 is a death of sorts. See ya!
There are a few reasons why Mike Woodson deserves to be fired.
One is how he coaches offense–i.e. “Give Melo the ball and hope he scores.” The game the Knicks won in double OT in Milwaukee was the epitome of Woody’s isolationism. Despite Melo clearly being gassed (I think he leads the league in minutes played), at the end of regulation and both OTs the only play the Knicks ran was giving the ball to Anthony and seeing if he could muster enough energy to make shots. Thankfully he made enough that night to win. But the Knicks are, offensively, offensive.
A second reason to fire Woodson is defense–i.e. “Switch switch switch.” Continue reading