If anyone can put me in touch with the designer of Al Horfords official twitter page I'd be very interested in flushing out the destini of this obvious dream collaboration. 

On that note: I am looking for a social media intern. 

Details:

We are looking for 2 female actress/models for a music video shoot. 
Requirements: 
Height between 5' 4" - 5' 10" 
Experience a plus but not necessary. 
Be available for a whole day shoot on Sunday April 11, 2010 

Compensation: $75.00/Food/Travel/Video Credit/ Copy of a video. 

Please respond with 2 head shots and 1 full. 

• it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
• Compensation: $75.00

I'm outside of Kevin Durant's old home "in the Seattle area."  If I stare hard enough and squint I can see myself in the reflection of his storm windows.

I begin pantomiming the last three minutes of the recent Thunder- Jazz game without a ball in Kevin's driveway. My cheeks puff out with each plant and cut and I make exaggerated  whooshing noises that distinctly accent my heavy breathing. 

After a forray to the rim in which I gently graze a neatly pruned azalea bush I aggressively whisper: "two shots." 

I know Kevin remembers that play. We should have got that call. 

Soon enough the Pistons will be moving to downtown Detroit to share an arena with the Detroit Redwings. This is the only way I could express my emotions on that topic. Naturally, the last post expressed my emotions on a much broader subject. Reader decides.

urh28.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DzpT8POAME

We've finally been published! Thanks Bantam!

Weston T. Weston

"fighting through a rash of early/mid-season injuries."

mixed media on a fridge.

Greg Oden fall free-time season preview.

Journalism:

Earlier in this humid and casual off-season I sat down with NBA superstar/ D. Stern's room posterboy Dwight Howard. As we made occasional eye contact from a distance Rashard Lewis and Dwayne Wade stood restlessly by with a stadium full of fans. Howard paced the court looking for someone to talk to and found no shortage of wannabes and really, really tiny women to quench his platonic thirst for hangers-on.

As I slowly made my way down to the hardwood a stench of anticipation overtook the air and I personally felt as if the entire arena took on an unexpected hush. The rhythm of Howard's movements shifted slightly from an early nineties hip hop feel (exploring the birth of a genre in the mainstream) to the slack, neck driven repetitions of early nineties independent rock. We both struggled to stand upright and our postures made it clear to everyone around. We were so bored. My eyes stayed trained on the floor beneath my own feet. Quietly I began to mouth Dwight the questions that I had been harboring since finals 09.

Don't you also feel like your current skill set in the post will continually leave you short of a ring?

Why haven't you manned up and watched those Hakeem tapes I sent you in the oversized box labeled "bskt blls?"

Why are you such a ham and don't you have any reservations about the type of fan base that attracts?

When you read my blog updates do you sense the underlying tone of self hatred that would make me ask you a question like that?

When do you find time to read my blog with such a busy schedule?

How do you think playing with Vince Carter will effect the team as well as your own individual game?

Are you looking forward to next season and the challenges of defending your eastern conference champion status?

I could tell that Rashard Lewis saw my mouth moving and that he would alert Dwight. Within a few minutes the two reunited at center court and the heads up was given. I left my name, number and a crude drawing of Marcin Gortat on the plastic seat.

Photo Cred: J. Correa

I found yesterdays video and this video simultaneously on separate desktop computers. I think this is one the most terrifying clips I have ever watched. This character is so menacing and the lack of divide between public and private space makes his presence seem so intrusive. This video was shot in real life at noon and then the light was drained out of it by my reaction. The online comments include:

"lol 'yao begins' this is the story about yao, he took a shower and he is tall now :-D"

as well as:

"HaHa, Dunk the ball, no need to jump!

Good Vid: +10/10"

and:

"nice video zack"

Zach makes only one brief appearance on the comment board to thank his fans after receiving 292 views of which only six or seven could be attributed to me. He comes off as cordial but one can only imagine the blackened volcano that he is browsing from. His connection to the internet is achieved via proxy, and he delivers his messages by way of two constantly screeching winged beasts whose claws refrain from shredding only a certain type of tanned calfskin.