Spurs 102 - Cavaliers 97

Hey LeBron, we had some fun together in 2007, didn't we? Ah, the memories.

Last night, the Spurs edged out a win in a statement game against the top team in the league, winning percentage-wise, which happens to have some guy with the last name of James. I've never liked it when people's surnames are given names. Do you? We still have a tough road ahead of us in the regular season, but I think people around the league are certainly not counting us out of contention for the time being. I know I'm not.

Also, there was an impressive dunk by Matt Bonner, and if I find a video of it, I'll edit it in here ASAP. There's nothing like witnessing that, haha, and it's even better than the first one this season against the Raptors.

GO SPURS GO!

New Poem

I wrote this two days ago while listening to "Neuköln" by David Bowie. Bowie plays the sax admirably, and I love saxophonists like John Coltrane, Ornette Coleman, and Pharoah Sanders. I knew this would come someday, and here it is.

"A Tribute to Saxophone Squiggles"

That ephemeral warmth
Emanating from its golden bell
Begins to wrap around you
While dancing on blade's edge
Only to rise and sink between
The mountains and canyons
Found in the furrows of your brain
And so, a leaf on the pedestal
Gets caught in the slipstream
And from that point forward
It erupts into flame
That is extinguished only
At song's end

FlyLo

I realized that I don't have any Flying Lotus tunes here. Insanity if there ever was such a thing. Here are two great tracks from his '08 release, Los Angeles, with amazing fan-made videos. "Infinitum" is one of FlyLo's more understated tracks that is beautifully accompanied by Laura Darlington's voice. "GNG BNG" is a "club banger," but of course the only proper way to dance to it is on a bike, as demonstrated here. Enjoy!

Obligatory Blog Post: Another Poem

Well, I felt like making another post, but didn't want to put any extra thought into it, so I decided to go with a "prefabricated" post. I actually wrote this three days ago and was surprised by its cohesiveness. My poems tend to be short, but jammed packed with images and meaning. At least that's what I want to believe. It may not seem like much at first, but read into the meanings of some of the words. Pretty please?

"A Memory Eclipsed"

They called him
The pinioned prophet
Who had a face like a falcon
He got them moving,
But he had too much time
To cut his teeth
The skies he once captained
Have hairline fractures,
Now haggard,
They are gone