February 17th, 2009

cass groovy

APED: "good girl"

Daddy, do you love me?
My dear, of course I do.
Each night I prayed you'd be along,
as I worked to make you.
I worked so hard. It took so long.
It does, for something new.
I love you. My good girl. Don't you see?

Daddy, how'd you make me?
My dear, with love and tools.
A sculpt, each little gene by gene,
and cybernetic jewels.
Some men said it was obscene --
we're well rid of those fools.
I made you. My good girl. Don't you see?

Daddy, do you need me?
Of course, my sweet anointed.
That's why I gave you fearsome claws,
and long legs thrice jointed.
The sharpest teeth, the strongest jaws,
the tail so long and pointed.
I need you. My good girl. Don't you see?

Daddy, why'd you make me?
You'll know before too long.
This moon is cold. It has no air.
But it's where you belong.
The enemy is stationed there,
A hundred thousand strong.
Kill them all. My good girl. Now you see.

how to be an unobvious All-Star

The New York Times magazine has a really interesting story on Shane Battier, an unconventional basketball player, and the analysts figuring out things that matter not so obviously in basketball.

Battier’s game is a weird combination of obvious weaknesses and nearly invisible strengths. When he is on the court, his teammates get better, often a lot better, and his opponents get worse — often a lot worse. He may not grab huge numbers of rebounds, but he has an uncanny ability to improve his teammates’ rebounding. He doesn’t shoot much, but when he does, he takes only the most efficient shots. He also has a knack for getting the ball to teammates who are in a position to do the same, and he commits few turnovers. On defense, although he routinely guards the N.B.A.’s most prolific scorers, he significantly ­reduces their shooting percentages. At the same time he somehow improves the defensive efficiency of his teammates — probably, Morey surmises, by helping them out in all sorts of subtle ways.