January272013

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Heartbreaking: Doc Rivers and teammates console Rajon Rondo.
Rondo has a torn ACL in his right knee and will miss the rest of the season.

“Oh my God,” Pierce told ABC’s Doris Burke when she informed him of Rondo’s injury after the Celtics defeated the Heat 100-98 in double overtime.
Pierce sounded and looked like he was hearing the news for the first time.
“We’ve just got to rally around each other,” Pierce said. “I feel for him. He was having such a great season, making the All-Star team. It’s disappointing news. Guys just have to step up.”

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usatodaysports:

Heartbreaking: Doc Rivers and teammates console Rajon Rondo.

Rondo has a torn ACL in his right knee and will miss the rest of the season.

“Oh my God,” Pierce told ABC’s Doris Burke when she informed him of Rondo’s injury after the Celtics defeated the Heat 100-98 in double overtime.

Pierce sounded and looked like he was hearing the news for the first time.

“We’ve just got to rally around each other,” Pierce said. “I feel for him. He was having such a great season, making the All-Star team. It’s disappointing news. Guys just have to step up.”

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January102013

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so relevant right now.

so relevant right now.

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December132012

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awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Jane Fonda and Alain Delon

HOW FRICKIN BEAUTIFUL IS JANE FONDA. ILLEGAL.

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Jane Fonda and Alain Delon

HOW FRICKIN BEAUTIFUL IS JANE FONDA. ILLEGAL.

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December82012

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hipsterorathlete:

Jason Kidd tells everyone he “isn’t being ironic” when he watches Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives on mute while listening to Smash Mouth.

hipsterorathlete:

Jason Kidd tells everyone he “isn’t being ironic” when he watches Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives on mute while listening to Smash Mouth.

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December32012

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nbaoffseason:

Tyson Chandler can jump.

TRUE STORY I SAW THIS GUY PLAY IN COMPTON WHEN WE WERE BOTH TEENS.

<3 <3 <3 you, tyson

nbaoffseason:

Tyson Chandler can jump.

TRUE STORY I SAW THIS GUY PLAY IN COMPTON WHEN WE WERE BOTH TEENS.

<3 <3 <3 you, tyson

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November262012

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same old disaster, different phone number.

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same old disaster, different phone number.

November92012

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fuckyeanba:

Utah is a strange place.

fuckyeanba:

Utah is a strange place.

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October312012

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nbaoffseason:

“Get away from me, Ray. This ain’t no game of tag!”

nbaoffseason:

“Get away from me, Ray. This ain’t no game of tag!”

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October252012

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i met a hurricane

hey y’all. how’s it. it’s 2012 and the world is supposed to end, right? when we all die, i’ll be 29, and in some of the best shape of my life. not physically, necessarily, but my head is on in this impeccably straight way. i have no fears about anything, be it apocryphal destinies or being single again or killing cockroaches. also, i feel like i’ve never looked better. even when i was 18 and my stomach was flat. so let’s do this, doomsday. i am feeling invincible. which reminds me.

earlier this summer, i took on the not-uncommon honor of “hurricane survivor.”

maybe because air travel was cheap and my vacations are nearly always sort of bootleg and offseason, i had decided to go to louisiana on a weekend that turned out to be the anniversary of hurricane katrina. smack in the middle of hurricane season. but even after i heard of my bad timing, i wasn’t deterred. i have a loved one in baton rouge, and a general deep-seated affinity for the south that is of unknown provenience. some of the best memories i have come from trips through the region. some of the saddest feelings i’ve felt for a place, too. katrina broke my heart in about one million ways. my loved one survived, of course/thank god, and is still to this day heroically articulate in telling me how she feels about the storm that changed her home. i feel deeply for new orleans, and was so happy to be headed back this past august.

but on the way, a few days after being picked up by a rambling, adventurous girlfriend in arkansas and driven through the mississippi delta, we met isaac. we knew isaac was coming, we had known for days. we drove headlong into it, a little flippant about nature’s plan for us, maybe not really knowing how silly it was to go on vacation in a tropical storm.

i think i first noticed isaac at the chevron in natchez, of natchez trace fame. the wind blew hot and strong. the gas prices jumped; people were afraid they’d have to evacuate and there was a run on fuel. evacuation is not a concept i’m familiar with. in blessed california, you can’t escape your natural disasters. you may get a moment’s notice before they hit, time to contemplate where your better-prepared friends might be. but in louisiana, they know a bit about evacuating. during katrina, my loved one shacked up in varying senses of the word with refugees from new orleans, who were homeless and on the run after one of the deadliest storms in american history. that’s what they were called. “refugees.” and the refugees were the lucky ones. anyway.

by the time we’d gotten to natchez, i’d probably gotten around 100 text messages from my louisianan, instructing me to move faster to get to baton rouge so we could baton down before the storm hit. without her guidance, we bought dubious emergency supplies — cigarettes, whiskey, cheese crackers, magazines. we didn’t know what we were doing.

we drove further south. there were very few people on the interstate. at certain moments, i felt i was driving into a zombie plot. my mother called many times.

once we got into baton rouge itself, though, i started to wonder about my panic. tree branches snapped periodically, and the air felt thick with daring, and the downtown was deserted, and sandbags lined the capitol, but it just felt like a tropical ghost town, like the danger had already passed many decades ago and the fear i felt wasn’t foreboding so much as unconscious memory.

we walked across downtown as the sun set, setting our sights on the eastern bank of the mississippi river. i think we were hoping to cool down, which we did, in whipping wind that made the clouds a sight like i have never seen. huge, low, fat, so swollen i felt they were pressed up against me and sticking to my skin. we stayed there for what seemed like hours, maybe trying to divine what was about to happen, as the storm swept up from the south so slowly i think we could have out-walked it if we’d left then.

and under the power of isaac, it was a slow two days. we feared for our uninsured rental car, and for our lack of air conditioning, so we descended on the home of an ex-boyfriend who was doped up on painkillers and carried his left arm close to his torso in a makeshift sling. we smoked the most fantastic amount of smokeables, and drank whiskey at 7am after our first night. and then again and again, with increasing frequency. the canal down the block swelled with trash and water, which we didn’t see until nearly 36 hours into the storm — because we hadn’t left our hunker-down den with the screen porch that rattled in the wind. the rain poured endlessly, unlike anything i’d ever seen, for hours and hours without yield.

when i think hurricane, i expect a bluster of cacophony that rips roofs and flattens frames. but there was none of that, just feet and feet of rain, and a loss of power that took out the ac and raised the inside temperate by approximately 1,000 degrees. we were so stupefied and sedated by the storm’s side effects that we forgot to plan for sundown — mere minutes before, we realized we were about to be sunk into total darkness and we were unprepared.

for many of the 48 or so hours that isaac lingered over us, we laid there in the dark, dirty and sticky bodies draped over couches and inflatable mattresses, and we took turns updating each other on the storm’s trajectory with information provided by our 3g internet that never died. truly the english patient of storms, as a friend of a friend said. neverending, as long as it was wide and confusing. an all-encompassing force that left me dumb for days — it was impossible to think of anything other than my body, the air, the cheese crackers, finding a lighter, reading silently.

i slept ok each night, really, waking up periodically to ask “ARE YOU AWAKE?” to whoever was next to me in the dark. i had slow, distended dreams of places unfamiliar and faces nearly forgotten. during one dream, which still recurs months later, i met a grade school nemesis in a sauna at the stanley hotel. we were trapped, and when i woke i was under the impression she and i had spent our lives there.

i wrote long notes in my phone about the importance of being alone. alone in the same room as three other people who are silently practicing being alone together too. when you run out of words, it nearly feels good.

this time was important to me. it will be important to me, even though when i try to recall it i can merely summon impressions of being the dirtiest and most bored i’ve ever been. but i was also, strangely, among the calmest. i was with women i love, i was at the mercy of a power that cared not about who or what i was, i was just sitting. i thought about my work, then, i thought about my family. how important it was to be away from california, which is like a warm bubble of gooshy bliss that maybe has turned me gooshy too. louisiana was HOT. isaac was SCARY. the rain SOAKED through my skin. i was excited to be 28 and in love. not with any one thing, but just in love with being in my skin, stuck to a leather couch in a place i’d probably never see again. those one-offs are delicious, and i survived my gorge. i met a hurricane, and maybe it changed my life a little bit.

eventually, we emerged. having read week-old newspapers found in bags and having eaten an unholy amount of spiced peanuts, we burst from that house like outside cats left in. the road to our intended destination, new orleans, was flooded, baton rouge was without power, we had not showered. the storm still lingered, just north, and there was a rumor of another storm coming, or isaac spinning back for another good long fuck. no way. we needed dry land, we needed high speeds, maybe a big clear sky to impress upon us the importance of the two days we’d just spent with each other.

so, we lit out for texas.

Tags: /hurricane isaac /jade /teresa /the south

October82012

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amandalynferri:

LOL @ these Clueless inspired Nets cheerleading uniforms

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October22012

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"I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever I need to do to help this team. So now, if I have to go kill someone on the court, I’ll kill someone on the court."

— Darko

God help us all.  (via nbaoffseason)

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August202012

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July272012

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nbaoffseason:

(via sportsnetny)
Well then. It appears that half of the United States men’s basketball team goes to sleep like they are Blanche DuBois.

CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE

nbaoffseason:

(via sportsnetny)

Well then. It appears that half of the United States men’s basketball team goes to sleep like they are Blanche DuBois.

CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE

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July132012

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May162012

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Wipe Your Feet: "Girls" is from Mars, Women are from Venus »

As usual, Tess nails it:

tesslynch:

I like that Girls exists. I like its style, I like Jemima Kirke in general, I like women who make things that aren’t cute, I like seeing regular-looking naked people, and I like anything that reminds me of “Scotty Doesn’t Know.” I also don’t enjoy watching Girls, even though in theory it’s…

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