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Oh well, what a sad night for me and the rest of the Pistons fans.

A (poor, poor) consolation for me is that I kind of like the Spurs (one team that I honestly admire from the West--my favorite's the Timberwolves, though).

Michelle Tafoya asks Manu Ginobili how he feels winning a gold medal from the Athens Olympics and winning this NBA championship in the same year. Manu says there is so much unbelievable joy that he needs another body to contain it all.

Kainggit. And even though there's so much love going on between Gregg Popovich and Larry Brown, I'm still sort of bitter. A back to back would've really been swell and it would've erased all the questions against Detroit. Next year, next year.

I love you, Ben!

(Phil J. will be back with the Lakers next season. It must be an interesting/exciting season. I wonder what new song/s would be added to my LSS list courtesy of the NBA.)

Will be gone for a while. I have to hunt and kill someone.

When I return, I'll tell you about Ruel de Vera's "Faulty Electric Wiring."

What sustains. I was cleaning my room a couple of weeks ago.

It is impossible to clean an entire room. It must be impossible to clean an entire life. First the furniture. Then the drawers. Then sorting. It takes half a day to sort, but it is especially difficult for those, like me, who finds it hard to throw away things.

I was looking at 3 long rows of encoded, photocopied and printed out materials from prose, poetry, criticism to pinoyexchange threads. What I used to laugh at before weren't funny any more. A turn of phrase that astonished me once had grown stale.

But those which aged with me:
the moon not less in its halfness2

you seemed a sort of mirage, until I drank you3 Cringe-worthy as it may sound, I'm drowning in a sea of me. With all this continual cleaning, I later on incurred negative intoxication (my personal poetic term for cough and cold.) So much dust from the past!

My friend, Morx, told me that if ever his book collection caught fire, he would want eve…

Jamie James (22):We shall never know exactly to what extent the historical Pythagoras corresponds to the Master of humanist tradition, any more than we shall ever know who actually wrote the Iliad and the Odyssey, or whether all those spiritual utterances in the Gospels were really said by the historical Jesus of Nazareth. Yet the doubts themselves are anachronistic: the point is that through the vast span of history in which Pythagorean humanism (and the study of Homer, and Christianity) were vibrant intellectual forces, there was never a shadow of doubt as to the authenticity and veracity of the tradition. You can put quotation marks around "Pythagoras" if that will make you feel more up-to-date, but it will not alter the meaning; the people who pursued Pythagoreanism over the course of thousands of years did believe, implicitly, in the historicity of the Master. The real Jesus may have been a charlatan, but the Jesus worshipped by millions of people changed the course…

Reflection on self is your contribution to society. This is one of some of the marginal notes found in my notebook along with, because all poetry is a riddle, all poetry is generous.

Sometimes I become victim of my own codes. I can't understand my (literal, writing) self when I know I'm up to something beneficial to me. And with all this reviewing, or what I love to call revaluation, I remember acquaintances, officemates, relatives and I having been engaged in small talk, or what I call courtesy talk:THEM: You study what in college?

I: Literature.

THEM: Exactly what do you learn?

I: How to read well.

THEM: But you must already know that from high school.

I: I mean, critically.

THEM: Critical thinking, literary criticism? That seems interesting, but not very useful. So that's it, reading? Then?

I: Then I guess that's it, I go on from there.Are we really expecting nowadays for schools to teach something useful?

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