2 0 0 6
:: current
:: may
:: february
:: january

2 0 0 5
:: december
:: november
:: october
:: august
:: july
:: june
:: may
:: april
:: march
:: february
:: january

2 0 0 4
:: december
:: november
:: october
:: september
:: august

[dee :: main]

03.april.2006 :: monday :: march madness-turn-april fools' games

it was fun all the way through the elite eight (which i have always thought should be called the great eight, in salute to that strange and loveable cartoon fellow, grape ape). but my conversation with grammy the other night across the miles during halftime of the ucla/lsu game pretty much summed it up. grammy, a basketball player in her own day and still an avid HORSEer, had turned off the game. hopefully the millions of east coast americans who mustered enough interest to turn on tonight's game between a couple of non-rivals had the good sense to do the same instead of waste a perfectly good twenty minutes-plus that could have been spent getting a good night's rest. my favorite player of the game? ucla's farmar. my favorite blatant referee blunder? missing the under-the-hoop travel by florida's guy, whoever he was, which turned into a three-pointer after practically everyone on the court paused to wait for what should have been the inevitable call. what gives? sure, the game was lost anyway, but gimme a break. anyway, what a non-game. the whole final four was a non-game. maybe it's from having grown up in the thick of some of the hottest basketball schools in the country [need i name them?], but i expect more from the tournament finalists. you've already blown our brackets. now make it worth it, for pete's sake. geez.

 

10.april.2006 :: monday :: palm trees in santa monica...going, going, gone.

in the neighborhood around my office there are three very sickly palm trees.  actually, they're all right across the street. i can see them from our roof.  all that remains of the closest one is a dried-up grass skirt atop its relatively substantial stalk.  the next one still has a clump of leaves above its skirt, but these, too, are all dried up.  the next one is the most perplexing, as far as the concept of urban trees goes. a sidewalk-level pedestrian might not notice it, but this one is all trunk…and that's it.  somewhere along the way it lost its head. not even a dried up grass skirt to cover the abrupt termination of the palm stalk. alarming. see for yourself at 2nd & arizona, and about 30 feet high...