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January 30, 2006
Lady Bang
Paul's little sister improves her record, making it 3-0 with v victory on points over Maria Lucy Contreras. We had not heard about this and we think it is the coolest news ever. Because Noriko is our new hero, we are actually gonna refrain from cracking the "two minutes for roughing" line we had worked up. Almost, anyhow. It was too good to bury entirely.
Posted by jd at 09:47 AM
January 21, 2006
Chicken, Arise
"Hey kid! Where you goin' with that sack fulla gold coins? The market? Listen, kid, they don't got anything you need at the market. I know, I know, your momma told you to go directly to the market and buy yourself a cow. How long's a cow gonna live? How hard is it to take care of, day in and day out? And who's doin' all that cleaning and milking and hoo-hahing, anyhow, once the cow gets bought? You, that's who. Is that how you want to spend your days, knee-deep in cow flop? Nah, kid. What you want is these here magic beans. Fresh vegetables forever! Salad days, you might say! Heh. I helped all the champion gardeners bring home the blue ribbon. You never heard of me? That's all right, I'm strictly behind-the-scenes. Pullin' strings and bendin' spoons, that's me. Can you pick up the check for this? I left my wallet in my luggage. Gee, thanks. So, yeah: follow me, kid! We're goin' all the way to the top!"
Posted by jd at 10:58 AM
Full Frame
Associated Press did not earn the 29 photo Pulitzers awarded to over the years by just sitting around on their hands. Paul Sancya had to actually show up at the press conference, and then he probably had to breifly ask himself what it really means to be a human being. Then he took this photo, which shows Thomas "the Hitman" Hearns trying not to choke on history's fumes; if I knew how to sculpt, I would make a religious icon out of it. The suit! The game face! The hand of time scribbling all over Hearns like a crazed two-year-old with a crayon! A picture isn't worth a thousand words; it's worth about four hard ones: Hello. I was here.
Posted by jd at 10:20 AM
January 20, 2006
Long Arm
It's like pornography, reading about boxers who run into trouble with the law: sooner or later you get numb to it. McCall's wires have been frayed for a long time, of course - note the reference to the 1997 Lewis fight - but you gotta feel a little bad for a guy who, on being pulled over, identifies himself as the "ex-heavyweight champion of the world."
Posted by jd at 04:25 PM