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| This Week's Real Sign of the Apocalypse: A Streetball Movie starring Wayne Brady will be in theatres September 1st.
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| The average listener will react to Busta Rhymes' new song 'I Love My
Bitch' or 'I Love My Chick' (censored) the same way most girls react to
most of the guys that eventually become their boyfriends. First you'll hate it, then itll stick in your
head, then you'll want it (want to download it at least) and then
you'll love it. Perhaps eventually you'll remember why you hated it in
the first place, but then you're usually too lazy to delete it from
your iPod since it has so much capacity anyway.
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| The New iPod with touchscreen technology...
Note: The clickwheel disappears off screen when youre watching a video.
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| Indiana
Ever since the Artest Melee, it's been one setback after another for
the Pacers. Even when someone like Fred Jones starts playing well, you
can always count on him to get hurt almost immediately ... like poor
Danny Granger, who's probably one more double-double away from getting
accidentally electrocuted in the team shower. No team in the league has
worse luck.
And
then there's this: As you well know, I love studying the body language
and chemistry of teams during games, and they have the weirdest
collective vibe going in the league -- it's not that they don't get
along, or that they aren't pulling for one another, but that they've
been battling against the odds and dealing with drama for so long, they
just seem worn down to me. Even when they're winning, it never seems
like they're enjoying themselves, and poor Rick Carlisle always has a
look on his face like he just went through a nine-hour colonoscopy.
Just a weird team. I feel like too much has happened to them.
(And with all of that said, I wouldn't want any part of them in the second round if I were Detroit or Miami.)
- ESPN Page 2
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| There are two libraries at UCI that I like to study in. There's the
Science Library with its sensual design, new wooden tables, excellent
lighting, clean carpeting, the newer computers, and bookshelves that
resemble the bookstore kind; filled with new books and periodicals.
This
is where I like to type my essays. I bring my laptop, books, and a
bottle of water, though I wish I owned a thermos so I could fill it
with some hot cocoa, and set off on typing my papers. I feel
professional, almost as if I'm already a wealthy happy old man who is
sitting down to write his memoirs with no pressure or deadlines to
hinder his creative process. I am completely relaxed. On a bad note, I
rarely get much of an essay done in one sitting at the Science Library.
Frequent stretches, trips to the bathroom or water fountain, or just
self congratulatory walks after a finely written paragraph slow my
writing down to the pace of one double-spaced page per hour.
Still I don't care, its the way writing should be done.
The
other library, the Langston library, found conveniently close to the
campus bus circle, is the more run down, ugly, and uninspiring
facility. This is where I go to catch up on all the reading I
indubitably procrastinate on and leave for the week just before finals.
The Langston library, and especially the 2nd floor, gives the illusion
of being in a ghetto community college much like the one I was in
before I transferred to Irvine. Old dusty furniture, slow computers,
cluttered bookcases with German books from the 1900s that nobody will
ever read again, and truly some of the dumbest bathroom architecture I
can ever imagine. I mean, two sinks but only one urinal??
My apologies to De Anza actually, their library was a whole lot nicer.
The
Langston Library is where I can pretend that I'm a poor dumb city
kid...not too big of a stretch...who is trying to escape from the
ghetto by getting an education. No drugs for this street rat, I've got
bigger dreams in sight: a GED, a management position at K-Mart, a brand
new pre-owned Toyota Corolla...woah ok I'm getting a bit too indulged
in fantasy.
Creativity and intellect do not factor into fact
cramming, just motivation and concentration, which the Langston library
awakens if only by bringing forth the desire to read what you have to
read in order to leave that ugly depressing facility as quick as
possible.
This weekend I have 3 essays with a combined 22
pages to write so you can find me in the Science Library. Feel free to
drop in and say hello!
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