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art STARS , re: shameless self promotion.

hey dudes .

so , my buddy matt leines is having a show at the space on april 6th. he is rad, his art is rad , and you should go look at it.

the good thing about shows at the space is that they dont get popping until 9 or 10 . that would would give you more than enough time to go to the painted bride from 6-8 for the other show that night. mine.

houser .

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I Want to Dunk

There is nothing else in the world I would rather be able to do than dunk.  Is dunking an acquirable skill?  Or is it innate?  Are people born dunking?  If I hadn’t wasted my time on skateboard for all those years, would I be able to slam dunk?  Can I learn now?  I’ll buy those dumb shoes, I’ll do what it takes, as long as what it takes is not hard work.  You ain’t getting this guy in a gym.

Theres thousands of these videos on youtube, I just chose this one of Vince Carter because it is amazing and it highlights the difference between American ballin and Euro ballin.  I like to think that Carter made this dunk lost his mind and Team USA was down by 20.  That would summarize our nation’s basketball pretty succinctly.

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AJW=Art

Dubbzz Art, yo.This Friday Andrew Jeffery Wright has an art show at 1726 Chestnut St.  The opening is from 5 to 10.  It is a split show, Skullphone is handling the half the work load.  Probably the lighter half of the work load.  Go to the show instead of being an Amaechi.  Post art party at the 700 club where the AJ Dubs DJs.

 http://space1026.com/space.php?action=events&num=91

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THE PRESIDENT’S WIFE .

you are hereby ordered to to attend amy’s show , friday at the painted bride.

that is all.

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i am an idiot .

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apparently , i no longer know how to post photos…

sorry bout that

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ART STARS

this photo is from the the 1026ers opening at the ICA . many of the artists in philly, hell , the country , would cut off their ear to have a single painting hung at that place .this is the space’s SECOND show there.

i like this photo because they are all in it (well , most of them anyway ) in it , posing for the fans . they deserve the adoration. i never would have guessed that the this dirty,dungeon of a place , founded to avoid getting actual jobs , would become a philly institution .

10 fucking years. crazy. you should hug these people when you see them and say thanks.

stay rad , 1026 arch street .

on a less art related note ( but relevant due skate faggotry’s relationship to art faggotry ) : mike stein from traffic sent me a gold mine of a link…

http://www.bobshirt.com/hieight.html

it has some of the best video parts you’ll remember from when you were ages 16-20 .

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Week 10-I think

Bloggers block. Man, what a conundrum. One time after a game President Freeborn asked me, “what are you going to write about? Nothing happened in there.” I was younger then, more cock sure of myself, it was in the mid-eighties when blogging was still new and cocaine was king. As a result I had no fears about my ability to make “drama out of the pea soup pickings” that are the AFBL. But now I’ve settled down. And there are close to 200 million blogs that are no longer updated according to analysts according to thesmokingsection.net. And lets just say that this totally unverified fact is true. It sounds great doesn’t it? Well, fear not I shan’t allow the AFBLog to die the unceremonious death that so many other blogs die. And apparently neither will our close personal friend Jimbo Houser. That guy is all over this thing. “I like writing on the blog,” says Houser, “i like ‘community’ type stuff , like the AFBL and junk.”

Okay, you say, enough tap dancing faggot, lets get some AFBL dirt. We get it, you continue to say, you don’t have anything to write about? Indeed that would appear to be the case. This weekends’ basketball was a pretty uneventful event. I played the best I’ve played with an MJ-pretending-to-be-sick-so-we-feel-better-about-him-esque performance. My stomach was cramping with a gnarly disease that needed to escape as soon as I got home in the most unpleasant manifestation my toilet bowl could have encountered. That’s as polite as I can put it. And I lost my voice with some sort of head cold or congestion enhanced by the AFBL. But I won’t talk about my illness, instead I’ll talk about my sickness. I made jumpers and lay-ups! Something I haven’t done in years. Not very many jumpers and lay-ups, but not very many is very many more that I usually make. And since I barely noticed anything else happening it’s the best I have to report as a recap, so climb the fuck off.

HOUSER WATCH: Week 10, A Bearded Scion

When I started this blog, I feared that this day would come, that I’d not have much to write. I wasn’t as worried about the game. I always figured there’d be something to say about the game. I mean, I’m in the same place for three hours, something has to happen, right? Well maybe not. I was more concerned that I’d have nothing to add for the Houser Watch. Well, that is the dumbest fear I could ever have. This guy is non-stop material. I might quit blogging to write about him full time. He kicked a basketball last week, which made me very excited. I gave him a high five. Then I kicked a ball in frustration and he responded in kind. But is that exciting, even moderately? No-that’s S.O.P. on the Houser Watch.

Jimmy inquired to my whereabouts last week. My answer:

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And if you’re wondering, the red dot means I was comped. Bitches. What can I say? I know people. So, I missed the first game of 2007. Not that the New Year means very much. There is an old Calvin and Hobbes comic where Calvin laments the dearth of tangible scientific progress as the calendar turns over. In 1989 Calvin said, “Yeah, big deal! Hmph. Where are the flying cars? Where are the moon colonies? Where are the personal robots and the zero-gravity boots, huh? You call this a new decade?! You call this the future?? HA! Where are the rocket packs? Where are the disintegration rays? Where are the floating cities?” Maybe I should be happy that 2007 arrove (?) with no difficulties. But I’m not. When will a New Year actually mean something significant? Sure Steve Jobs kicked the year off proper with his little iphone, but where is the real change? Scientists should save all their discoveries and progress and release them on Black Friday. Then we have all of December to appreciate them and when the New Year occurs we can think to ourselves, “boy it’s a totally different world.” But no, scientists, if they are making any progress, release their work as they finish. Fools.

I echo Calvins sentiments. Where are the flying cars? I drove to the game last Saturday, in a regular car. What a nightmare. Between the smoke that came billowing out from my hood on the drive home and the pain in the ass that is parking I don’t understand why anyone ever drives. Especially if they, I don’t know, live in the area of McCall like Mr. Houser. Well Jim why do you do it? I’m blaming the driving for my dearth of capabilities as far as re-capping is concerned.

I think driving makes people dumber. Every week Houser drives to the games. This week while I was looking for parking when I saw Houser driving in front of me. My associate, Kevin Henderson, who was in the car said, “He drives a fucking Scion!” It’s true Houser does drive a Scion. And in the first instance of Houser effectively playing defense, he- by the happenstance of his driving in front of me -grabbed a parking spot before I could.

This early defense didn’t translate to the court, but he made up for it on offense. Jimmy played pretty well last Saturday making all kinds of posted up turn arounds on me near the basket. I think it’s his new beard. Houser, a man that once gave Kevin flack for his excessively hairy ways has gone beardo. It looks good on him, it brings out the crazy in him even more. The next day while watching football with Mr. Henderson I mentioned that maybe Houser was going after Henderson for the AFBeardL title, since he’ll never get a scoring title with me defending him. Kevin seemed unworried by the prospect. All he could say was that Houser’s beard made his head look like his car. Houser Watch fans, what do you think?

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