what up aytus

Who is aytus? I'm not really sure. but when people take breaks, they say hi to him. Hi aytus. Hiatus.

Geez that wasn't funny at all.

Ok, so i haven't posted in awhile. i'm not sure if anyone has noticed, but who cares. truth of the matter is that i've been mad busy. like sean paul. though he gets busy. and then he talks in some made up sean paul langauge that no one understands but himself. i hear they teach it at prestigious universities though.

Winston Weatherford, a 2010 Harvard graduate writes, "I am fluent in Sean Paulanese, which had complimented my degree in economic political trade foreign philosophy studies"

good for you man. now have fun hitting on a girl at a bar.

Ok, enough dawdling. I wrote this because I am sad to inform you that I will be leaving this blog blog. Yes, quite the sad day. However, I must make it a point that I will NOT, i repeat NOT go all brett favre on you. Like miley cyrus, my writing prowess can't be tamed. So instead of claiming i am donezo, only to make a triumphant self absorbed return would be no better than holding an hour long special about taking my talents to copenhagen or some shiiite.

By the way, why are there no shiite muslims that are phillies fans?

answer: Its always sunni in philadelphia

take that popsicle stick fools.

ok, so i'm leaving. not like jesse mccartney. but before i go, I would like to make peace with you, the awesome sauce reader.

1. I am leaving because I simply cannot keep up with the demands of a blog blog worthy of your readership. I am currently working as many jobs as steve, and the Jacket is inadvertently getting shunted to the side. if i continued for now, the product you would be getting would be worse quality than a firestone tire back in the 1980s when they blew up. and no, not in the way ke$ha uses it. blowin up.

I love writing, and as you may be aware of, I want to make my words worth something. kind of like william. In addition to my sportswriting (http://bleacherreport.com/users/267460-lance-pauker) I am in the process of writing a book, and I am strongly considering starting to write a movie. I have a sick nasty idea, and I really want to see it through.

Top this off with having two jobs, managing a softball team (though I don't really do anything, its all giffoon dawg), liking to party, and attempting to have a social life (overrated), free time is harder to find than Lindsey Lohan's diginity.

sorry lindsey. the joke was just too good to pass up.


2. Failure vs. Success

This blog has taught me many things, one being the difference between failure and success. Fact is, neither of these things actually exist. You cannot technically be successful (or a failure) at anything in life, because there is no alternative reality to compare it to. Yea, maybe you could say that Al Smith was a failure because he lost the 1932 presidential election to Franklin Delano Roosevelt. But how do you know that? because there is no alternative universe where al smith was actually president, you have no IDEA whether or not he failed, succeeded, or anything in between. what if he lost the war? what if we all spoke japanese?

i can't really answer these rhetorical questions, although we'd probably get to have spicy tuna rolls more often. major plus.

People live their lives, and anything that happens can be interpreted as success or failure. the true beauty of these concepts however, is that they are completely and fully subjective. the only judge of success and failure is yourself. and because the concepts are subjective to begin with, they have no concrete meaning. thus, your own evaluations of the two concepts don't actually mean ANYTHING, because there is no control to judge them by. the ideas are simply variables in a vacuum. wow, i'm going all science on you. even i'm shocked.

what i'm trying to say is that you shouldn't worry about too much in life. at the end of the day, both success and failures end up in the same heap of dung known as "your memory." do what you want, because at the end of the day, life is just a big pile of memories.

always be true to yourself. be true to your pile, always. because if you're too caught up in trying to impress others, you might forget to store the magical moments in your pensieve.



songs of the day:

Guest post from the mafia...in china

The mafia has taken his many talents to china, where he will be living his life for the next six months. apparently, they aren't a fan of my blog over yonder


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Words of Wisdom from The Mafia

So when I woke up this morning in a room in a youth hostel in the Xuhui district of Shanghai, seeing as I had absolutely nothing else to do (it was 5 am) I decided to check me email. After wasting ten minutes or so reading all that was in my inbox and responding the the messages that didn't come from facebook, a website considered to dangerous for use by the mighty Chinese Communist Party, I decided to try to read the blog to see if I had missed any spectacular posts by The Revolution. What I found shocked me. The most valuable blogspot address known to man is blocked in China, and I am no longer able to read the blog I love so dearly. So i'm writing this for 2 reasons. First, so the unlucky chinese man who has to read my emails can know how pissed off I am at this fucking absurdity, and second, so that you the valued readers of the blog can begin to understand how powerful the blog is, as its considered too dangerous and seditious for people in China. Now thats something to think about

Peace, Love and a Favorable Exchange Rate,

-The Mafia


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song of the day: The first minute of this mashup may very well be the greatest thing I have ever heard. the rest isn't too bad either, but the first minute is just jack black craaazy good

Thoughts on a page

Swimming. faster than michael phelps in that subway commercial. what does it mean? nobody really knows, as it is a fantasy-based social construction moderately applicable to the current societal pop landscape.

that sentence that i just wrote was a bunch of bullshit. it made me try and sound smarter than i actually am. though smartness is not a quantitative quality. wait no, i lied. it is. numbers are the only thing in the world that have concrete solutions. i guess thats why i hate them so much.

solutions, other than those chemical concoctions from your 5th grade science class (lugol's iodine yo), are unequivocally boring. a solution effectively provides a dead end. you can't go past its finity. thats that, and we cant change its outcome. what happened happened. the intense critical thinking used to solve the problem that this so-called solution has generated is now moot. its irrelevant. its donezo. we have the answer, and thats all that matters.

boo that.

I think the thing that makes life beautiful is lack of solutions. answers that cannot be fully explained are the answers worth exploring. this profound thesisishy thing may sound more counterproductive than T pain singing without autotune ( a question without an answer? how do I get an A?), but thats not the point. its never the point. not having a point is what makes us tick. it allows us to explore the ridiculousness around us. it allows us to clog our head with thoughts that are both exceedingly trivial and immaculately deep. it allows us to find, to procreate, and to, oddly enough, form conclusions. even if its the wrong conclusion, its still ours. its not given to us by someone.

Humans thrive on the ability to mentally construct. nearly every tangible thing in this world is a result of human thought. this couch, the chess pieces next to me and its inherent value, the concept of money, the fall fashion preview magazine with this girl who is not attractive enough for the cover, your i-pod, that disgusting new KFC sandwhich, and even those retarted silly bands.

some great, some not so great. either way, they all came to be because someone decided they wanted to create their own equation.

by not having a solution, you are removing rigidity. this may sound overly liberal and non-conformist, but i dont care. the human mind, when its not dumbing itself down with the bullshit of other human beings, craves this kind of stimulation. it doesn't matter if you even apply these thoughts into your cute little life scheme. the very fact that it allows you to ponder is just downright awesome.


maybe its better to make the math problem of your life unanswerable. this way, you won't spend 30 minutes checking over, making sure everything fell into place perfectly.

What if?

If we found out, we'd probably be disappointed with the answer. But what if we weren't?



song of the day: Faithfully, Journey



i'm don't usually like older rock, but i'm a big fan of this one. i'm also a big fan of the phrase big fan.

Frookies. if you don't know what they are, look them up.

that is all

Four Boss Things:

1. http://bleacherreport.com/articles/419456-10-decisions-espn-should-show-next

If you stalk me, you may have noticed my writing is moving towards this website known as the bleacherreport. I am now a featured columnist there (sounds prestigiously awesome, right?), so if you wanna read up on sportzz i'll be there. I'm focusing on pop-culture and sports, which is pretty much sick nasty

2. Caleb McConachie

Sorry for all of you dedicated readers, but this kid is by far the biggest boss who reads this blog. Mr. Caleb, all the way from Oregon trail land, is the first individual to ever send fan mail regarding this blog. Obviously, I was flattered. I sat there on my friends floor, definitely not hungover at all from the july 4th gtown festivities, reading this e-mail that was the pure essence of awesome sauce. I sat there for about 10 minutes thinking of what I should say because I was so honored, and then I wrote something stupid about how I did not know how to react to receiving fanmail. I didn't mention TLC, although I probably should have. For the 92% of you who don't get that joke, fanmail was an awesome album made by TLC

Caleb has set the bar, folks. And I assure you that I wouldn't be able to high jump it.

3. Another sauceome follower and pretty dominant mashup artist, DJ Bahler, released a new mashup album this past week. Its called "mashin pit," and every single track features at least one song from the (i don't even know what to categorize them as) coolio band Passion Pit.

I especially liked this track that I just amatuerishly linked right here:  file:///Users/Lpauker/Desktop/05%20Open%20Secret.mp3  

Hopefully the link works, it is baller in every sense of the word, as it features the instrumental to Taylor swifts fearless throughout most of the song. 

4. Slightly hipsterly emo, but these guys are just too good:

Do me a favor and step outside your comfort zone. You never know, there may be a chipotle on the other side. shotty chips and guac. 

Queen James

Nevermind, I have too much to say about this subject to let it go. Not speaking my mind about the abomination would be equivalent to that Tienamen Square dude not going out in front of all those tanks.

Ok, not that much. but close.

Tonight's events confirmed that LeBron James is the most narcissitic, egomaniacal individual on the planet.

Why everything about "The Decision" was decidedly a disgrace:

1. Cleveland, Ohio

It's one thing to leave your friends, family, hometown, struggling economy, and devoted fans in the dust. Its another thing to humiliate them on national television. By demanding an hour long special dictated entirely by himself, LeBron confirmed that he is not in fact the king--he is the drama queen.

By drawing all of this attention to himself, LeBron confirmed that his womanly essence of being manifests itself in a way of a shitty girlfriend. I totally understand why he broke up with Cleveland. It wasn't working out. If the relationship continued, it would have been toxic. However, he could have ended everything privately and respectfully, behind closed doors. It would have been painful, but it would have been heartfelt. It would have showed that he truly cared, and that he felt truly sorry about everything. Instead, he made sure everyone heard about how much Cleveland sucked. It was kind of like she broke up with the Cavs at a really crowded bar, slapped him in the face, and threw a drink all over his really nice shirt. Check, please?

Imagine Larry Bird doing this. Imagine Kobe doing this. Imagine anyone other than Chad Ochocinco doing this. It's impossible. Good thing this fool isn't sponsored by addidas; impossible is something.

2. LeBron has no LeBrand

LeBron prided himself on his image. On being a global superstar. On aspiring to be the best ever.

By joining Dwanye Wade, LeBron is joining someone else's team. This fact arguably makes him more of a Robin than a Batman. Even if LeBron wins a 10 championships in a row, his legacy will be a shared one.

He has compromised himself, and will not even be "the man" in his new city.

If he really wanted to promote his global LeBrand, something that his hour long publicity and advertising circus seemed to underscore, he should have stayed in Cleveland or went to New York. The aura of New York could have created a LeBrand unparalleled by anywhere else, and Cleveland would have helped him promote the "hometown hero" angle.

LeBron has a tattoo on his arm that says "Loyalty." Might want to get that one erased, big guy.

3. The NBA is once again a joke

Lets be real here. If LeBron had joined any other team not named Miami, he could have elevated the NBA into glory days. Since I am a biased knick fan, lets just hypothetically assume that he joined the Knicks.

LeBron and Amar'e vs. Wade and Bosh vs. Kobe and Gasol vs. Dwight Howard and Co. vs. Durant and Westbrook? The NBA would be even more exciting to watch than the new Twilight.

In the words of Miley Cyrus, this team can't be tamed. The season is over before it started. That's why we play the game? Pshh. Please.

4. Its the Climb

Its not always about getting there; its about HOW you get there. Any championship LeBron wins will have been done the easy way. He won't have to beat the best to be the best. Thus, his rings will be much less meaningful.

A perfect example of "if you can't beat them, join them." If that's not a cop out, then I'll wear a scarf in this heat.

5. The Media Circus

LeBron single-handedly destroyed ESPN's credibility and their ability to balance good old fashioned journalism and raw entertainment. The nerve of this guy. He has no respect for anyone but himself, and by providing a construct to make a simple decision more important than a presidential address. Shame on him.

And as for the Boys and Girls Club? Charity is nice, but he just as easily could have tweeted his decision and written them a check. It would have  saved himself a lot of embarrassment.

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This entire thing was a complete disgrace to the sport of basketball, as it effectively turned the sport into an MTV reality TV show.

John Wooden is rolling in his grave.

Too bad Queen James won't be able to appreciate this song ever. It's quite good. And i'm definitely not embarassed to like it: