Reading at Summer's End (Fiction)

Reading at Summer's End (Fiction)
by Bryan Harvey

Unneighborly Neighbors: Comedic gaps in cinema

Unneighborly Neighbors: Comedic gaps in cinema
by Brittany Harvey

A Table of NFL Contents

A Table of NFL Contents
a Collaborative Project

Bachelors, Baseball, & Johnny Cueto

Bachelors, Baseball, & Johnny Cueto
by Bryan Harvey

An October day in the SEC

October 3, 2015

"We'll play some old ones, but with a new twist. You can't play it the same way twice."
South Carolina visits Missouri with a familiar yet unrecognizable playlist.

The above photo has invited jokes comparing Steve Spurrier to a veteran blues singer. He also stated this week that he does not listen to rap music. None of this has much to do with football, but neither does discussion of the Gamecocks status these days. In fact, everything about the Gamecocks currently has to do with the age of the ol’ ball coach. Does anyone remember a time when he was simply the ball coach? Did such a time ever exist?

No Shane in Watching: A History of Violence

October 2, 2015

This started with Shane (1953) about a week ago and continues today with a look at David Cronenburg's take on an age old story: 

I first saw David Cronenburg’s A History of Violence (2005) in the late twilight of Blockbuster. I may have watched it with my parents. I remember having liked it. I remember it having to do with ‘history’ and with ‘violence.’ I watched it again recently. I still liked it. Maybe as much. Maybe not. I can’t quite remember.

Kyrgios in his youth

"On guard!"
Earlier this week, with the help of Mike Pielluci, an article I wrote on Nick Kyrgios appeared at The Classical. His summer malaise was the subject, mostly, but at the heart of my interest in the supposed future of Australian tennis was the question of youthfulness set adrift. After all, if summer is a young season, the conflicts that wrestle within its rugged months are caught between serious play and an active form of resting. I watch Kyrgios and he is either stretched taut on a rack or cocooned in the fetal position. And, in turn, I can never decide whether to root for or against him. Mostly, though, I watch him rushing and shuffling as if to do nothing and I think how the athletic body and the young mind are bound together in a counterproductive push and pull. If I had known then, what I know now.

Water from a Rock, reflecting on Mad Max: Fury Road

September 28, 2015

This wasn't supposed to be a review, but it sort of came out that way:

Finding a place to park at our house last night was disastrous.
If you look around the net for reviews of George Miller’s Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), you’re bound to find several critics proclaiming the film as Oscar worthy. I’m not here to say whether it is or isn’t, only that hearing such praise inevitably raises the expectation for what a film can or should deliver. Without these expectations, Mad Max is surely a large film, filled with desert storms and unreachable horizons. Its action could swallow anyone whole.

The joy of seeing this film in theaters last May, beyond its beauty and power on the big screen, was to see it with very little expectation. It came to theaters as a dark alternative to everything Marvel and, in that sense, ambushed the early summer. That said, to see Mad Max at home is another matter; the movie does not fit so well inside a living room.

Catching up with the mess @BallerBall

September 23, 2015

"What happens in Indiana stays in Indiana."
Drafts with actual analysis sit unfinished on the blog's dashboard. They may never be complete. Oh well, time and life will do that.

Anyway, here are some links:

This delightful interview features MJ answering questions about himself. I would say the point is to prove he's an egomaniac, but you already know that. Plus, I'm the one linking to my own writing, so who's to judge anyone really?

Starring a determined Roy Hibbert and an absentee Kobe Bryant, this bit of NBA fan fiction is also a tribute to Scooby-Doo. 

I'm not quite sure what this, but why can't we just let Rubio be Rubio? Why do we have to analyze everything? Why can't Kevin Garnett always be young? How do we know Stephon Marbury's not a prophet? 

Jason Gallagher made this video, and it's awesome! Riley has my vote for sure.

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