Under the intermittent sun
1) I'm on vacation and trying for once to slough off my internet appratus. Has been going pretty well thus far, so hence the relative drought from my end.
2) I also discovered, courtesy of Silverbird, that FreeDarko is nothing if not the latest inadvertant Woody Allen appropriation in a life guilty of many. So all seeking some of my regularly-scheduled writings, peep out the limited sample of Allen's essay on Earl the Pearl, then return to realize how little you now have to miss me.
"I immediately saw myself cast in the role of the bespectcled, white, pseudo-intellectual trying to form a 'heavy' thesis about a gift of grace and magical flair the black athlete possesses that can never be reduced to anything but poetry. I have always envited this gift and have often said that if I could live life over as someone else it would wonderful to be Sugar Ray Robinson or Willie Mays. With my luck, however, I would undoubtedly wind up John Maynard Keynes."
And that's just the dust jacket material. It's a little too romantic for my supposedly-adept basketball tastes, but the thinking fan's stuff is pretty fucking spot on.