Charles Barkley recently referred to Ron Artest as “Dr. Phil’s worst nightmare,” but he’s kept a cool head during this series with the Lakers. Mostly. I mean, he’s only got, what, three T’s? Anyway, he’s intense on the court, but I think that even Dr. Phil would be impressed with his ability to separate his work persona from his life persona. At last night’s post-game press conference: “‘Five Dollar Foot-Long’ is one of the best songs ... That’s a hot song. You’ve got the FreeCreditReport.com, and then ‘Five Dollar Foot-long’ comes on. When ‘Five Dollar Foot-long’ comes on, they should play that in the club.” I feel you, Ron. For the last three weeks, this has popped into my head: “Five. Five dollar. Five dollar foot loooong. G-g-g-goin on. At Subway.” Again. And again.
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In a field / I am the absence / of field. / This is / always the case. / Wherever I am / I am what is missing — Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole”
