Yao-zahhh

Brother Ben got the hook-ups on some nice T-wolves tickets Friday night. Houston was in town to crush the spirits of a very mediocre Wolves team. Ugly stuff. But damn, seeing the Rockets Yao Ming up close and personal for the first time was almost mystical. In between sips of my large Pepsi spiked with a generous portion of Wild Turkey, I couldn’t help but continue to shake my head with disbelief and mutter things like, he’s a a monster, a superhero, a genetic backfire from a Darwin V8. He made Kevin Garnett look like small child. Ask yourself, what would Yao Ming’s life be like if there was no NBA, no basketball? Only basketball makes it possible for Ming to go from social outcast – at best, a part-time circus clown – to hero of a nation. What a crusher that Ming. I’m a fan.

This weekend was unusually warm around here for this time of year. Ran across The City of Lakes Loppet cross-country ski race Saturday night in Uptown. Most of our snow has melted so everyone was skiing in puddles on the street. The finish line on Lyndale was filled with a foot of imported snow. Tried to go take a few photos of the ice sculptures that had been erected in Saint Paul but was told that they were knocking them all down as they had begun to melt and fall apart on peoples heads. A confusing and frustrating Minnesota winter. Saturday I shoveled the sidewalk but I was only shoveling water.

Also, two Flickr sets: Jellyfish & How to Build Modern Furniture.