New Yawk. The Big Apple. Greatest city in the world. Best basketball team in the world as a result. It doesn't matter that the last championship this team won was in 1973. It's not about winning. It's about NY grit and determination. It is about paying $400 for nosebleed seat tickets at an aging stadium built on the broken corpse of one of this city's most beautiful landmarks. I like the team colors. Blue and orange is fun and aligned with the Fibonacci Sequence. This is god's chosen team. Leon Rose is leading us all on a crusade to Eastern Conference Championship glory. When the Knicks do well New York experiences a revival of the summer of love. I hope this is convincing.
I cannot believe the run these guys are on. I grew up in southwest Connecticut and my grandma needed the cable package with UNIVISION and TELEMUNDO so we also got the MSG network channel. Despite me being a Miami Heat fan (coolest franchise in the league) I watched a ridiculous amount of Knicks basketball from 2011-2015. They had so many shitty teams during that run. Completely wasted Melo’s prime. And naturally I grew to be a Knicks hater on account of the franchise being historically ass And also in my face style ass. But I am so happy to see the run they’re having with these Villanova guys. Brunson might be the truth. He’s having his Isaiah Thomas (the young one) season. Their championship run might be loading. I don’t think they have it this year tho. + Hartenstein’s new tattoo sleeve is ass.
Another routine-- This typically airs at 7:30 (right after Jeopardy!) unless its a west coast game or a weekend matinee. NYK is the greatest basketball club to root for in the world. They’re in the best form they’ve been in since their 1990’s seasons with final appearances. Go Knicks.
Last Thursday, a meteor appeared in the night sky over Los Angeles. I stood in place for 30 seconds watching it blaze brilliant red and orange before fizzling out suddenly. The experience moved me immensely and filled me with a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in quite some time. I read later that it was a SpaceX satellite. I wish I hadn’t.
There's something about a wet and humid early morning that heals my soul. It's like a free sound bath. Especially if you are lucky and have a little bit of thunder alongside.
I have done this everywhere that I have lived. There are some beautiful images lost on the discarded blank face of a postcard, and they deserve to be cherished just as much as the big piece of art you have framed in your living room. You can find many for cheap at your local thrift. There’s a lot of fun to be had in grouping different images together for a collage effect. Space them out a bit more if it all feels a bit claustrophobic. Use some blue painter's tape for a pop of color.
