Which way is the bus moving? *

see below

Walking to work this morning,  and sensed something different in the air.  It was the sound.  That annual post-Thanksgiving thundering roar caused by the tsunami of tourists  crashing upon the shores of The Big Apple and descending  in greatest force upon the  Great White Way--where the lights never dim, the show never ends, and the thousands of  non-tourists and  natives  (like me) get tossed around in the turbulent foam as we ferry to and from our anchored ships of employ  in the busy harbor.   

 It's the sound of the modern megalopolis revving its souped up commerce fueled engines--all geared up to deliver maximum sensory stimulation. And the  steady crescendo of this  cacophonous city symphony  won't resolve until the final chord is struck during the traditional (and televised world-wide) New Year's Eve celebration.  And then it will go back to normal--which in any other area of town would constitute extreme noise pollution. 

Confess to killing time in (temporary?) thrall to the New New York Knicks.  If you're a fan of the game, you gotta love what they're doin.  But you (or at least I) gotta feel it's too good to last.  Felton looks so good, you ask yourself why now and not before?   Was it bad chemistry with Amare? (uh oh!) Or the wrong coach?  Or something personal we're not privy to ?  Or is it cause he dropped those 20 extra pounds that had him huffing and puffing and often out of rhythm. 

Indiana Pacer posted this note for Amare.

 I've always been a J Kidd fan, and it's impossible not to like Chandler, and J.R. Smith is playing like he cares and wants to redeem himself for past sins (committed and perceived), Rasheed actually looks like he has something left in the tank, and so does Camby,  and if Novak gets hot from downtown there'll be a lot of YES's yelled at MSG.  

Which leaves Carmelo.  Ok, he's been surprisingly selfless and cooperative with the ball and in the new Woodson world of a denying defense --  he's been, if not exactly tenacious,  at least energetic and alert. But I'm still not a believer .  I may simply just have a problem with his general demeanor and carriage. He's either strutting like the cock of the walk, or doing the "I was robbed" and the "Who me?" shuffle.  

 I hope I'm wrong. But bad habits die hard (and even harder for the vain who above all else, crave attention) and in two of their close losses, it was  Melo with the ball at the end putting up  bad (really bad) shots with easier options available. I fear  he'll soon return to his comfort zone of seeing the game through the prism of his pampered perspective where he considers the ball all his, to have and hold till 9 for 26 does he part.  And when he does, it will make for painful viewing again, and then I will be free to pursue more productive pleasures.  So either way, it's a win-win. 

  

*The Bus. According to most adults  asked in a recent study,  there wasn't enough information to make a  determination.  However, nearly all the children who were asked said that the bus was moving to the left--because the door is on the other side. 

Y is for: 

yantra	geometrical diagram designed as a meditation aid
yapness	hunger
yarborough	hand of cards containing no card above nine
yarling	wailing; howling
yegg	a burglar of safes
yonderly	mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded
yoni	symbol representing female genitals
yordim	emigrants who leave Israel