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Well, it looks like Phoenix is gonna get smoked by San Antonio, so my wished-for matchup of Suns-Heat isn’t likely. As I type this Miami is about to go up 2-1 in their series against the Pistons, so even that’s not a lock just yet, but I’m betting on the Heat.

Shaq-Duncan. Wade-Bowen. Jones-Ginobli. Yeah, I’d pay to see that.

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There’s some twat on the street below my apartment, dressed in a black leather trenchcoat and black leather hat, blasting “Say Hello” by April Wine out of his giant black pickup truck. It’s loud enough that I can hear it through my double-windows, over the TV, and he’s been thoughtful enough to leave the doors open so we can all enjoy it.

Five more minutes, I’m gonna start chuckin’ eggs.

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Last night we celebrated GB’s 35th birthday. He and CB stoped by for a few drinks (where we handed him his gift: a copy of Freakonomics) before heading further downtown. Dinner was at Frisco’s Brasserie (or The Brasserie, or whatever it’s called now), a place none of us have been to in many years. Since then it’s undergone a name change, design change, menu changes, chef change, etc. Apart from a few service miscues (wine taking forever to arrive, my card disappearing for a while) it wasn’t bad. Better than Milestones, which I despise, though I seem to be in the minority there.

After dinner we went to Yuk Yuk’s. It was my first time there, and I was pleasantly surprised. 4 of the 5 comedians we saw (including the host) were really good (especially Ron Josol), and the other — Dan Dunn — was…well, weird, but at least he knew he was dying and kept making plane crash sounds to show us that he knew. There was this ridiculously drunk & annoying woman in the crowd named Mona, who works at the LCBO (and kept yelling it all throughout the show), that derailed the guys a few times, almost too many times to make me think she was a plant.

Anyway, on the way home around 1:00 my wife (aka, “one more drink girl”) invited everyone back to our place, so it was 2:00 before we got to sleep. I was pretty wiped after a 20-hour day, enough so that I didn’t wake up ’til 9.

And now…accounting.

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Got up early this morning to collect Nellie’s mother at the airport, then drove home & got her settled, made a big breakfast, did some reading & TV watching…so it feels like it should be much later than it is.

Have to start doing accounting again tonight before GB’s party. Can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to that. It looks like I’ll be spending every night this week working on it, and work is shaping up to be pretty busy too (it’s a busy time of year to begin with, and I’m about to leave for a week), plus the house guest…won’t make for the most relaxing 8 days.

Oh well. A month from now I’ll be in London. Just have to keep looking forward to that.

Unforgivable Blackness

Much in the same vein as When We Were Kings, Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson (imdb | rotten tomatoes) is a film about boxers that even boxing fans will find fascinating. Where Kings was a boxing movie that was really about Muhammad Ali, Unforgivable Blackness is about race. And where Triumph Of The Will now serves as an inadvertent historical damning of Nazism, Unforgivable Blackness is a gobsmacked study of racial ignorance.

Granted, it was a hundred years ago, but I could scarcely believe the words written in prominent newspapers (the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, etc.), openly referring to Johnson as an animal or a savage. It’s hard for me to grasp, but I suppose at the time there were still hundreds of lynchings each year in the US, so…it’s just a different world.

And it was a different world that made Johnson’s story remarkable. Had he been of lesser talent and lost to a white champion, there would have been no story. Had he won the title but conducted himself humbly and meek as the white onlookers would have preferred, there would have been little notice taken. But Johnson was a thoroughly dominant fighter, and as far from humble or meek as one could imagine (though next to modern-day fighters, he looks downright mellow), and so he had to go. No one could beat him inside the ring, so they decided to beat him outside of it.

Despite being nearly 4 hours (it is a Ken Burns documentary, after all), I strongly suggest you see it.

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Just when I thought I was done with accounting for a couple of weeks, it sinks in that I have a ton of prep work to do before my course in 9 days. And what with the mother-in-law visiting and GB’s birthday get-together this weekend, I may have left it a bit too long.

See, the exam’s worth 70%, so if I blow that, I blow the course. And this is a course that killed a bunch of people last year, so everyone’s nervous. I just happen to lack a work ethic when it comes to subjects I couldn’t give less of a shit about.