leap day.

my bar mitzvah was on feb 29, 1992, so technically, today is only the fourth anniversary of my bar mitzvah. (as well as palm's, i might add.)

barack obama is like 24 or the sopranos.

im sure you know someone who didnt watch 24 or the sopranos from the beginning of one of them, then like two years in, they realized they couldnt catch up with the story b.c it would take too much time, and with all the hubbub surrounding the show, they superficially decided it was overrated to feel better about missing out on it, but deep down knew it prolly was great.

i think many, if not most, hillary supporters are like this. they didnt see the obama spark in the beginning, and now that its turned into this magnificent movement, they feel left out, so they dig their heels in for hillary even more. i bet there are so many of them who cant wait till she drops out, so they can get off the limb they stepped out on.

quote 29. appropriate, since i just turned 29 and all.

the lunar eclipse is sort of a verification of existence - seeing our shadow on this thing thats so far away.

-s.sorenson

from here to eternity: the 2008 oscars running diary.

i couldnt not do it this year. tis more of a basilica tradition than erroneous sports predictions and obama praising, and thats saying something. of course, i must now link to the nascent and hilarious 2006 oscars diary and the sophomoric and sophomoric 2007 oscars diary.

before the start of the diary proper, here are some general predictions. no country will win too many statues, but that's ok b.c the cohen bros. deserve it on account of past snubs; blood wont win enough; ppl will fawn all over juno in a classically american overcompensatory manner which in the past has inflated the likes of shakespeare in love, little miss sunshine, and elian gonzalez; ddl will def win best actor - hes like the secretariat of nominees this year.

now on to the diary. all times are eastern standard.

8.31 pm - turns out arnold s was driving the cgi truck which was at the center of the beginning montage. i cant believe hes the governor. that gets me every time i see him in a movie.

i like jon stewart; hes funny. hes not very funny, however, as many think. very funny is will ferrell, or chris rock, or eddie murphy, or george carlin. ellen degeneres, like rock, a former host, is very funny. jon stewart shouldnt feel too bad, though; yet another former host, steve martin, isnt even funny. steve martin is mildly amusing to grating.

one shot of jack n already. things that used to be good that now need to go away: the simpsons, jack n, ralph nader. btw, nader is running again? really? this guy ran in 2000 on the premise that there was no difference btwn bush and gore. which is to say that now, he has all the credibility of roger clemens.

its likely that if nader hadnt run in 2000, gore would have won florida, and we wouldnt be in iraq right now, and the next prez wouldnt have to remedy bush's environmental policy atrocities, stem cell research shortcomings, etc, on down the line. so the question is, who can nader's candidacy benefit besides nader himself? maybe mccain, and that's it. as palm says, 'we need to waterboard nader.'

ok, back to the diary.

8.33 - stewart is already bombing, joking about the writer's strike.

8.34 - this is terrible.

8.34 - already two shots of ddl in the audience. tonite, hes more of a lock than ashton leaving demi within five years.

8.35 - js makes really predicatable joke about javier bardem's hair in no country looking like dorothy hamill. js might have to be downgraded to mildly amusing.

js makes a joke about hillary. its ok.

8.38 - js makes silly jokes about dennis hopper being drugged out. huh? this is current? where are the oj jokes?

8.39 - terrible joke about how we should stay the course with iraq-themed movies. yuck. then, an ok joke about oscar, at 80, being a repub frontrunner. not bad.

btw, no country for old men is so gonna be overused as a joke about mccain in the coming mos. its not even funny.

8.41 – excellent joke comparing barack hussein obama to fictitious former candidate 'gaydolf titler.' that was great. js saved the best for last. still - opening monologue grade: C.

8.42 – jennifer garner is hot, but she doesn't do it for me.

no, i would not kick her out of bed.

8.44 - clip of babs' 'hello gorgeous' moment. say what you want about babs streisand; shes had ridiculous careers in two industries. its like j.lo is deion sanders, but streisand was bo jackson. trust me, that makes sense.

8.47 - george clooney flubs some lines but still comes off classy. clooney looks like he was born in a tuxedo.

8.48 - montage - 80 years of oscars shows. i love clip montages. especially when they show dead people. wow, chaz chaplin was very classy at the end there.

8.51 - js makes a good joke about watching lawrence of arabia on an iphone, sarcastically turning it on its side for the 'widescreen' version. very anthropological/sociological.

8.53 - im tired of steve carell. i think everyone is, but were not allowed to admit it.

8.54 - i cant believe there was another friggin penguin movie this year. really?

i am then saddened to recognize jeff bridges's voice in the clip from the movie. that hurts.

8.59 - js makes funny joke wherein he pretends to sing the song from enchanted, under the guise that he is gonna perform the nominations for best song.

9.01 - amy adams, singing a song from enchanted, scares me. no one should be allowed to enjoy themselves as much as shes enjoying singing this song, which i happen to like.

9.02 - catherine zeta-jones and michael douglas both scare and worry me. do these people actually exist?

9.19 - predictably, javier bardem wins for best supporting actor. i really dont get the big deal about him in no country. honestly, would someone tell me how that performance was so earth-shattering? also, he looks like jeremy piven. and then javier su mismo even makes a joke about his hair in no country. ENOUGH ALREADY. we get it. his hair was silly-looking. end of story.

9.27 - i like this 'raise it up' song from ''august rush,' a movie i only just heard of.

9.28 - owen wilson becomes the first actor to attempt suicide and present an oscar in the same calendar year. well done owen!

9.30 - a lot of foreign people keep winning. im just saying.

9.38 - tilda swinton becomes the first best supporting actress winner named after a keystroke.

9.46 - js acknowledges his own jack n joke as compulsory. good for him.

9.53 - i like kristin chenoweth; she was on the west wing. it was later west wing, but still. shes one of these stage performers who have a shit eating grin on their face the entire time theyre performing. i like seeing people enjoying themselves like that; its attractive. this song, 'thats how you know,' is good too.

10.00 - EXCELLENT joke referring to the pregnant women in the audience, ending with js saying 'and the baby goes to...angelina jolie.' i liked that.

10.02 - seth rogan and the dude from superbad come out to present something. they are supposed to be the night's 'cool dorks.' but theyre just 'authentic dorks.'

10.08 - a clip montage of best actresses shows that faye dunaway was ridiculously hot, which i knew. if i had a time machine it would be tough to decide which seventies woman id like to hit on: faye or stevie nicks.

10.09 - forest whitaker presents best actress award. i haven't seen juno, but if ellen page wins ill be angry....frenchy wins. frenchy, whose name is marion cotillard, looks like rose mcgowan. like, tres rose mcgowan. she thanks 'life' and 'love.' laughter, coming to us via satellite feed, had no comment on the apparent snub.

10.17 - js and some rando girl do a bit with wii tennis. not funny, but props for the effort and mention of wii tennis.

10.18 - for two irishmen, colin farrell looks like the roger clinton to daniel day lewis's bill clinton. trust me, that makes sense.

10.21 - this song, 'falling slowly,' is not bad. the dude, glen hansard, looks like john c. mcginley and sounds like cat stevens. apparently hes involved with the broad, markéta irglová. good for them.

10.22 - ill say this about jack nicholson – hes a good presenter. many of the actors have a surprisingly tough time reading cue cards - kinda like nba players struggling at the charity stripe. (that means shooting free throws, girls and danny.)

10.25 - montage of all the best picture winners. i am reminded of d.colemen, my english teacher first semester senior year at stuy. he told us that we should always put great titles on our papers, cuz why wouldnt we? some of these movies had really excellent titles: all quiet on the western front, it happened one night, gone with the wind, how green was my valley, from here to eternity, the bridge on the river kwai, lawrence of arabia, in the heat of the night, one flew over the cuckoo's nest, kramer vs. kramer, terms of endearment, out of africa. no country and twbb followed suit, the record should show. even atonement is a good title.

10.30 - i still havent seen juno, but the bourne ultimatim should have been nominated for best pic over it. either that or the overrated mike clayton.

10.31 - nicole kidman is wearing the dumbest necklace ive ever seen. its like a triple necklace. it looks like bunting. shes presenting an honorary award to a 98 year-old production designer robert boyle. really? they couldnt give it to him any earlier, so he could actually enjoy it? what - he did something in the past ten years that pushed him over the top? so very asinine.

10.34 - this guy looks good for 98. the audience is giving him a standing o just for not dying.

10.48 - this thing really drags on. saying that is like commenting on the sizes of snacks at the movies, but still.

10.49 - john travolta comes out to thank scientology for degaying him.

jk. he's still gay.

10.51 - enchanted had sixty percent of the nominations for best song, but still managed to lose to cat c. mcginley and his gf. clearly, someone was disenchanted. HAHA!

eternity - ddl, and no country won the rest of the big awards. i fell asleep. blah blah blah.

thank you, donny.

my roommate tis of thee
tried out for jeopardy., of thee I sing
never a wonton tried
firmly on ba-rack's side
from his own blogging site, his classiness rings!

My loyal roomate thee,
always buys the TP, and that's not right
Crisco on his windowsill
this chotch pays half the bills
at night he'll have his fill, of sports highlights

Lets brady yak on piles
of my fresh laundry-styles, then says 'my bad'
runs to the park and back
door gym and then a snack
of peanut m&m's, roughly 40 bags

Roommate I say to thee
turn down the damn TV, I don't mean to nag.
I realized how you've longed
to see what Rome's burning on
The blue toothbrush does not belong, to you, douchebag.

Happy birthday!

-ddr

untitled.

rambler scrambler. (god. part 2: what is it with - us?)

When we look at the relation between the process of human civilization and the developmental or educative process of individual human beings, we shall conclude without much hesitation that the two are very similar in nature, if not the very same process applied to different kinds of object.
-freud, the valley of the dolls

t long last, a follow-up to the groundbreaking treatise, god. part 1: what is it with that - guy?.

so what if that post was over a year ago? this is a timeless subject. there is no statute of limitations for ruminating on the big landlord; just ask zimmerman.

in part 1, i proffered an interpretation of god: god the artist. i passed it off as the interpretation, but thats just cuz i like to take a hard stand on things. that was only one possible iteration of god; there are infinite others. this is important to note because in this here part im gonna explain why i believe in god, generally speaking, and i dont want anyone to take these posts in tandem and disavow this general belief on the grounds that it led to that one specific interpretation. it opened the door for that interpretation, is all.

here's my deal, in a nutshell.

when i was a child, i believed in god. i dont know if i believed in god before i learned of the judeo-christian idea of god (ie, i dont know if my belief was 100% innate). and i dont remember whether or not i believed in the judeo-christian image of god (ie, the-old-dude-with-white-beard-who-watches-over-us). but i remember believing in something. maybe it wasnt something that necessarily 'watches over us,' but perhaps it was something that could watch over us, if it so wanted.

bottom line - as a youngen, i believed there was something extra in the world - something i couldnt see, but that i could feel. this was god. this let me feel like i was really tapping into a higher power when i was bar mitzvahed, even if, again, it wasnt the exact higher power who gets all those hits in the torah.

then, prolly sometime after entering high school, i started fancying myself something of an 'intellectual' (ok, it was definitely after entering high school). i was growin up, readin up, studyin up, debatin up, new people meetin up, and i started to assign weight to things i could see, and to siphon off significance from things i 'felt.' believing in god all of a sudden seemed hackneyed and quaint and similar adjectives, and - in my misguided precociousness, i felt this - chickenish. only people who rejected the transcendent correctness of science, or who lacked a decent education, believed in god. only religious fools believed in god. so what if i had felt it as a kid; that was like believing in santa claus. you couldnt get girls at stuy by believing in god (unless you were asian and belonged to seekers).

this abated a bit in college (it abitted. [take it easy, secret service.]) basically, i learned the difference btwn atheist and agnostic, and i decided that the more erudite, thoughtful position was to be nostic. being certain that there was no god, i reasoned, was just as naive as being certain that there was. allowing for the possibility of both, being agnostic was more than a nice place to hide; it was a place wherein i felt i could settle down, build a home.

then, sometime in the past few years, i went back to my youthful belief in god. my belief in something. b.c when i take my cognitive thought out of the equation, i still feel something.

i have come to look at my believe-dont believe-maybe believe curve as out/overthinking myself. i think we possess intuition and emotion for reasons, and completely disavowing those things when it comes to god is just as naive as putting all your eggs in those baskets. suffice it to say, thinking about the issue of god has now led me to come around and let myself feel things about god. ironically, this seems to be the more 'thoughtful' approach.

now, the other day i was talking with gregor mendelpsychotic about all this, and he posited that while a belief in god is not a symptom of naivety, it nevertheless might well be an evolutionary/biological mechanism. ie, it might be our highly evolved brains' way of surreptitiously making us feel safe, or making us want to form groups (safety in numbers).

this might be true. it's one of those things that could never be disproved. and to be fair, and i just thought of this, maybe nick's death played a role in my return to 'god.'

regardless, im back.

this brings me to my final pt, which ties in to the freudian quote at the top.

i remember reading, or hearing, somewhere, that throughout history, you could tell which was the most powerful institution in a society by who was erecting the tallest buildings. think about it: first, the tallest building in a town was the church; then, later, the tallest building was the statehouse, the capitol. finally, now, the tallest buildings are commercial buildings.

spiritual-governmental-commercial.

if what freud said is true - that 'the relation between the process of human civilization and the developmental or educative process of individual human beings...are very similar' - and i think it is true, then my little god curve is gonna play out for society as a whole.

im not saying were gonna return to a world where the pope runs the whole show and the bible outsells harry potter, but we are gonna get/return to being more spiritual. you can see it already. notice: ten years ago, how many people did you know who practiced yoga? how many do you know now?

joan of arcadia. eli stone.

ten years ago, these shows would have been laughable. maybe they still are, but you get my pt.

take holistic medicine; it used to carry a stigma. it still does, but its smaller.

there are other examples, but this post is already too long, and more importantly, i cant think of them right now. the pt is, we humans, as a whole, have bound ourselves up in a sepulchre of empiricism and analysis, and it's getting a little stuffy in there. its unnatural - for a reason.

theres gonna be a rebound. its already started.

truth.

happy valentines day to the two most important women in my life,

my mother and sister. i love you both.

he doesnt look a thing like jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young.

(note for posterity: this post is being written the day after obama swept the 'potomac primaries.')

Senator Barack Obama on Monday at a rally at the University of Maryland in College Park. (the times)

ntending to write yet another obama post, it crossed my mind that maybe i should begin with something akin to 'sorry to turn this into the barack basilica as of late, but...'

then i realized, that's the whole bloody point!

many people think the appeal of obama - or, more specifically, why hes more appealing than hillary - basically begins and ends with charisma. theyre close, but theyre missing the crucial pt. it's not so much that hes charismatic than that hes inspiring.

im a case in pt. im a dyed in the wool democrat, and following politics has been one of my hobbies since i was knee high to a grasshopper. but two months ago, before i took a close look at obama, i couldnt have imagined writing this many posts about a candidate during the freaking primaries. thing is, i feel compelled to. there's something about the way he speaks, the way he carries himself, that makes me want to not only get in the boat with him, but to pick up an oar. and if there are no oars left, ill use a classily cupped hand.

he makes me wonder at what i could do with my life.

and i know im far from alone in having this feeling. last night on msnbc, chris matthews said, paraphrasing, that when obama speaks, he distills a feeling we have about america at its best. it's a feeling of hope and inspiration, and it's invaluable. if you read a transcript of an obama speech, and saw how many times he uses the word 'hope,' you might want to throw up. but when you see and listen to him saying these things, they dont come off as platitudes at all, b.c they just corroborate this wonderful feeling obama plants inside you.

say what you want about the things clinton or obama might do in government - and supporters of both will freely admit the two candidates have displayed, at most, incremental differences in policy - but i cant even imagine clinton having obama's effect outside of government. ie, where most of us really live. (she would have displayed this power by now, if she had it.)

the idea that, as president, obama can get people believing in themselves on an individual basis, transcends anything a president can do with a pen or the bully pulpit. and even on a policy level, on the level of the 'nuts and bolts' and 'gears' of the govt, id have to assume that if obama has this effect on tv, he has it in meetings with people he has to negotiate with. as president, both clinton and obama would have to sell their ideas behind closed doors, and obama is, hands down, the greatest salesman ive ever seen. he makes you feel like youve been crawling in the desert for forty years and he's a six-foot bottle of liquid ecstasy. i see this as an effective way to hammer important policy through a stubborn government.

again, it's not just me. notice:


two minstrels in the union square subway station a coupla weeks ago. ive never seen people do this for another candidate. i mean, here's two musicians, who prolly have 'better' things to do, and they decided, 'let's go play music in union square to support obama!' i just dont see clinton inspiring people in this way.

then there's my friend mattypants and i. we play scra on facebook. recently weve been making bets wherein the loser donates money to obama's campaign. and for our first bet, both winner and loser had to pony up. how many clintonistas are doing this, ya think?

and of course, there's the the yes we can video, which btw has a wikipedia entry. this is the gleaming example. there's a reason all those people came together to create that song/video, which btw, sends a shiver down my spine every time.

hillary put out her own answer to yes we can, but she too got it wrong. i actually like the video, called 'hillary and the band,' but it parodies - successfully - obama's charisma. it doesnt parody obmama's ability to inspire, because of course, that would be impossible to parody.

* * *

on a separate note, id like to say something about the dense, obtuse, crass, inexorably inevitable, very possibly worthwhile and certainly binary is-it-more-important-to-elect-a-black-man-or-a-white-woman-president question.

this morning i realized that for this election, the question is moot, on account of disqualification. obama is a ridiculously charming and inspiring person. for the first black candidate ever, he might be the 'best' candidate, of any race, well ever see. clinton has got to be an average female candidate; youd think well see a much better one at some pt. that sounds harsh, but whatevs.

as these things often go, after i thought this to myself, i picked up the times, and maureen dowd had said basically the same thing in her in her op-ed today:

As a possible first Madame President, Hillary is a flawed science experiment because you can’t take Bill out of the equation. Her story is wrapped up in her marriage, and her marriage is wrapped up in a series of unappetizing compromises, arrangements and dependencies.

Instead of carving out a separate identity for herself, she has become more entwined with Bill. She is running bolstered by his record and his muscle. She touts her experience as first lady, even though her judgment during those years on issue after issue was poor. She says she’s learned from her mistakes, but that’s not a compelling pitch.

As a senator, she was not a leading voice on important issues, and her Iraq vote was about her political viability.

She told New York magazine’s John Heilemann that before Iowa taught her that she had to show her soft side, “I really believed I had to prove in this race from the very beginning that a woman could be president and a woman could be commander in chief. I thought that was my primary mission.”

If Hillary fails, it will be her failure, not ours.

Senator Barack Obama at a campaign rally at
the Virginia Beach Convention Center on Sunday. (the times)

ive been dissing chinese food for years.

now i see the jury's still out, because apparently, i havent been sufficiently exposed to authentic chinese food. at the very least, i think this article puts my derision of the chinese food ive eaten into its proper context; i have an intuitively refined palate.

invigorating.

9.20 am. running down vanderbilt avenue, past the beauty salons already filled with black ladies, obama 08 signs in their windows.

brilliant.

(source: about.com)

Barack Obama's 2002 Speech Against the Iraq War

Senator Barack Obama (D-Il), then an Illinois state senator, delivered these remarks in October 2002 at the Federal Plaza in Chicago.

"I stand before you as someone who is not opposed to war in all circumstances. The Civil War was one of the bloodiest in history, and yet it was only through the crucible of the sword, the sacrifice of multitudes, that we could begin to perfect this union and drive the scourge of slavery from our soil.

I don't oppose all wars. My grandfather signed up for a war the day after Pearl Harbor was bombed, fought in Patton's army. He fought in the name of a larger freedom, part of that arsenal of democracy that triumphed over evil.

I don't oppose all wars. After September 11, after witnessing the carnage and destruction, the dust and the tears, I supported this administration's pledge to hunt down and root out those who would slaughter innocents in the name of intolerance, and I would willingly take up arms myself to prevent such tragedy from happening again.

I don't oppose all wars. What I am opposed to is a dumb war. What I am opposed to is a rash war. What I am opposed to is the cynical attempt by Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz and other armchair, weekend warriors in this administration to shove their own ideological agendas down our throats, irrespective of the costs in lives lost and in hardships borne.

What I am opposed to is the attempt by political hacks like Karl Rove to distract us from a rise in the uninsured, a rise in the poverty rate, a drop in the median income, to distract us from corporate scandals and a stock market that has just gone through the worst month since the Great Depression.

That's what I'm opposed to. A dumb war. A rash war. A war based not on reason but on passion, not on principle but on politics.

Now let me be clear: I suffer no illusions about Saddam Hussein. He is a brutal man. A ruthless man. A man who butchers his own people to secure his own power.... The world, and the Iraqi people, would be better off without him.

But I also know that Saddam poses no imminent and direct threat to the United States, or to his neighbors...and that in concert with the international community he can be contained until, in the way of all petty dictators, he falls away into the dustbin of history.

I know that even a successful war against Iraq will require a U.S. occupation of undetermined length, at undetermined cost, with undetermined consequences.

I know that an invasion of Iraq without a clear rationale and without strong international support will only fan the flames of the Middle East, and encourage the worst, rather than best, impulses of the Arab world, and strengthen the recruitment arm of al-Qaeda.

I am not opposed to all wars. I'm opposed to dumb wars. So for those of us who seek a more just and secure world for our children, let us send a clear message to the president.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's finish the fight with Bin Laden and al-Qaeda, through effective, coordinated intelligence, and a shutting down of the financial networks that support terrorism, and a homeland security program that involves more than color-coded warnings.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to make sure that...we vigorously enforce a nonproliferation treaty, and that former enemies and current allies like Russia safeguard and ultimately eliminate their stores of nuclear material, and that nations like Pakistan and India never use the terrible weapons already in their possession, and that the arms merchants in our own country stop feeding the countless wars that rage across the globe.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to make sure our so-called allies in the Middle East, the Saudis and the Egyptians, stop oppressing their own people, and suppressing dissent, and tolerating corruption and inequality, and mismanaging their economies so that their youth grow up without education, without prospects, without hope, the ready recruits of terrorist cells.

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's fight to wean ourselves off Middle East oil through an energy policy that doesn't simply serve the interests of Exxon and Mobil.

Those are the battles that we need to fight. Those are the battles that we willingly join. The battles against ignorance and intolerance. Corruption and greed. Poverty and despair."

ash rules everything around me, cream get the money, and so on.

ever since i was a freshman at michigan, which unbelievably was the first time i ever saw someone rocking the ash on their forehead, ive loved me some ash wednesday.

because, every ash wednesday since then, when i walk past the first ashen don of the day, my mind goes on this joyride, each thought coming in rapid succession:
1. what the hell was that?! is that person part of some weird cult?
2. oh right - it's ash wednesday. theyre just catholic.
3. so yes, they are part of some weird cult.

super bowl remembrances i want to remember.

tyree. sunday night, after the game, as i was walking east on 76th st, from nora's to the train, i passed a guy who looked to be in his mid-thirties, standing outside his brownstone in a giants sweatshirt, playing bagpipes! he wasnt with anyone, wasnt playing to any particular audience. he was just a noble bagpiping giants fan, sounding the call of victory, spreading joy through the air in his unique way. i loved him.

manning. this morning on the r train to work, i shared a car with a gaggle of what i assumed to be brooklyn high schoolers, male and female, decked out in giants jerseys, on their way to the parade, whose terminus is right outside my window here (just saw a float with strahan and eli go by, strahan lofting the lombardi trophy in the air - pretty classy). anyway, midway through the ride the girls started putting on eye black, and when i got out of the subway i saw tons of girls with eye black. and i have to say, maybe im drunk with the collective joy here, but chicks look cute in eye black. i was recently informed that i had been misinterpreting someone's eyes as arresting when it fact it was her eye liner that made them so, so maybe i just have a fetish for ocular ornamentation? (might well be true. during the super bowl, i said that tom brady should wear eye black all the time, even when he's not playing football.)

tynes. this is unrelated, but i will never eat quiznos again. before yesterday's regrettable lunch, i think the last time i had eaten that sh*t was two winters ago, with mephistophilicosis. (dont ask me how i remember it was two winters ago; i just do.) that time, mr. met had said something to the effect of, 'i always think im gonna like quiznos, and i never do,' and i totally agreed. and i was thinking of that yesterday before i got my inscrutably-flavored 'mesquite chicken with bacon' sub, but i figured, 'it's been a long time. maybe a) it's improved or b) i'll just like it now.'

i did not. that place is disgusting. as lindsay buckingham would say, never going back again. btw, lindsay and stevie nicks were a great couple based on their names alone. they each look like the other's name.

this sorta rules.

reflection on a super bowl.

1. i wont deny it; im disappointed.
2. because im able to be happy for the giants fans, because last night on the way home from nora's it felt good to see and hear the city abuzz with the championship and be reminded of how great that is, and especially because i do think this can be looked at as the best vengeance for the 04 yankees well ever get (though it's still not enough), i dont feel as disappointed as i think i am. so i have that going for me. (ie, if the pats had lost to any team other than the giants or jets, id be much worse off right now.)
3. ill be shocked if this doesnt end up being the biggest upset in sports ill ever see in my life. it's another sports life bookmark.
4. tom brady takes a big hit from this. a. he had been knocking on the door of automatic immortality, which would have come with a fourth ring, which would have tied him with bradshaw and montana. b. he had never had a bad game in the super bowl before; he did last night. true he had poor protection, but it seemed like he missed a number of key throws when he had protection; he seemed rattled, which is very un-brady.
5. tiki barber and jeremy shockey take just as big a hit. i recorded the today show this morning in the hopes that ill get to see tiki forcing one of his horsey smiles through a whole segment, only hours after his former team proved him expendable at least, and an impediment to success at most.
6. holy effing sh*t.

prediction: pats 31, giants 24.

mvp, randy moss.