Look, I know I promised some important posts this week. This despite the fact that I'm still not yet fully settled. However, I started them all, and decided they were all bullshit. They included:
1. NBA snobbery is the new hip-hop, and the new Soviet avant-garde, in that it's both populist and elitist. This had something to do with moving to Seattle, but devolved into football-bashing.
2. "Badness," in sports and art, is played out, and only means something anymore if it's shot through with traces of decency. Then it can be both resilient and human. This theory explains both Freeway and The Wire. And actually, if you go back to the term's sixties origins, there always was that backward glance at optimism and productivity. Then I ended up attacking Allen Iverson and got bored.
3. Clay Bennett and his goons are beyond worthless, like if they were players this would be point-shaving and holding out combined in one. Oh, and they're also the professional athletics equivalent of Tom DeLay and will find hell accordingly. No one needs to hear me stick up for blue states.
Instead, here's the most profound words/image combo I've seen in a decade. Skeets (after I Heart KG) inadvertently made me look at Al Jefferson's site, which included his breathtaking logo. I'm sure some of you were in talented and gifted classes as children, so you remember tangrams real well.
And then I found this free-associative interview with Jefferson in the Pioneer Press. My thinking, which I might flesh out at a less defeated date, is that the key elements of this correspond to key geometric events in the logo. Any fool can see it spells "Big Al," but I'm trying to see how also encompasses key aspects of Jefferson's persona like dinosaurs, time machines, Mississippi, and a very cheery last supper. I like shit like The DaVinci Code and The Fifth Element; little did I suspect that Al Jefferson would lend himself most readily to this treatment of all the players in the Association.