-- I just wasted entirely too much time messing with Wordle.net to create the image above, which as Wordle describes is "a toy for generating 'word clouds' from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text." You can also spend all day finely tweaking your word cloud. Props to Wordle for being able to handle the 23,000-word WPM blog book text. Also props to Mike McKisson's blog for guiding me to Wordle.
-- As someone who loves the NBA and loves living green, I can't knock the extremely-gimmicky NBA Green Week. Even if it does have teams who already have 24 alternate jerseys now wearing one more. I'm not sure how green the process of producing 15 extremely large jerseys that will be worn twice is, but what do I know. Denver seems like an appropriate team to go green though, since Melo and Birdman have been fans of the movement for some time. I'm sure it's also very personal for J.R. Smith who lost his friend due to burning fossil fuels.
-- The new Jadakiss album leaked this week, a monumental occasion for any Jada fan. It's no 'Kiss tha Game Goodbye', but nothing ever will be. And Jada does drop the line, "J to the muah, I'm one of the best in the world ma, that's what they say on the blogs," which fulfills my dream of Jada alluding to the blogosphere.-- My Bahia Blanca friend Marquitos who directed me to Paul McPherson also introduced me to the incredible world of Manu Ginobili's Facebook page. He updates his status all the time and it's generally pretty fucking hilarious, such as today's comment after the Spurs got beat down by the Cavs: "Ouch! Linda paliza. Hoy por hoy estan mejor que nosotros, espero que más adelante no. Noche inspirada de los Cavs y opaca para nosotros. Hay que cambiar el rumbo... Hasta más tarde."
Also to prove it's really him on Facebook he has this awkward picture with the caption: "Primera y ultima prueba (irrefutable) que la pagina es efectivamente mia. Miren la fotito, sacada con mi celu hace un rato y con el FB de fondo. Abrazos y hasta mañana. Ya es hora de dormir."
And he is now the only one of my friends with a photo album of three pages of wallpapers featuring himself.
-- Yes the new banner has Paul McPherson's name with three pictures of Stephon Marbury. No Stephon Marbury does not even play for the Knicks any more. I'm sorry for any confusion that caused anyone.
-- Congratulations to the Phoenix Suns for officially locking up homecourt advantage throughout the playoffs. With a roster comprised of Nash, Shaq, Amare, Raja and Boris, few thought the Suns would even make the playoffs at the start of the season. Fortunately the defensive savant known as Terry Porter was able to keep the team focused as they played a style of ball that agreed with the whole team.
Even better was potential-GM-of-the-year candidate Steve Kerr's choice to trade Raja Bell before his poor chemistry with Steve Nash disrupted the team. Then Porter went on to bigger and better things, even if nobody knows what those bigger and better things are, and Alvin Gentry took over the squad. Fortunately that didn't break their flow, nor did Amare's decision to sit out the rest of the season because of an itchy eye. The Suns played huge in big games all season and did not disappoint when it mattered most. Where will amazing happen this postseason? You don't need to look any further than the U.S. Airways Center.
-- Actually the Suns death was for a much greater cause.
-- NYC highlights of the week:
--- A crazy bum walked in front of me with headphones in his ears screaming along to every line from DMX's "What's my name?" One of my favorite X songs of all time and to have a bum stumble by me at 9:30 in the morning literally spitting with every lyric was just beautiful.
--- While waiting on the subway platform for the 6 train, two ladies who looked more like Scottsdale soccer moms than your average subway performers, were playing some enjoyable music on their violins. After their song, everyone clapped and then two cops asked for their permits and ID. They had neither, which apparently is illegal. When one lady tried to leave, the cop warned her he would have to arrest her. He tried to put the cuffs on her, she screamed and freaked out causing a massive scene on the crowded subway platform.
She yelled, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I'm being accosted by this officer!" Then it took a turn for the very uncomfortable as she yelled, "I've been raped! Get off me!" right as my train arrived. Seeing how I was in no rush I could have stayed and watched the ensuing drama, but I wanted to fit in with every busy New Yorker so I hopped on and carried on with my day.
--- Just in case you were curious what my very pseudo busy, psuedo New Yorker schedule looks like, here's a peek:
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