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I am not Tim Duncan. I didn't just lose Game 7 of the NBA finals. Actually, I'm pretty sure I didn't even play. But I still felt bad, and that's kind of incredible. Look at that face. Try and tell him he doesn't get a fifth championship. I felt bad because I like Tim Duncan. He seems like a nice guy. He's 37. He has a kid. On the close-up after he missed a shot that would've tied the game, I could see white hairs in his beard. He's old by NBA standards, and even though he's won 4 championships, a 5th would put him in the rare upper echelons of NBA players. Is it important to be in those echelons? I don't know. I thought so. But at the same time, Larry Bird has 3 rings, and people seem to think he was pretty okay. I felt bad because I want people to live forever. And I realize now that I might have some disappointment ahead of me. I hate the idea that at 37, Tim Duncan might've already peaked. Hell, I hate the idea that it's eve

Every once in a while you'll come across a website that will make you want to be a better person. Not often, mind you. Most things I see on the internet make me want to be a cat inside of a box or a turtle eating a strawberry. (They're. So. Happy .) But Sarah showed me SadDeskLunch.com and it made me want to take lunch outside, every day, for the rest of my life. Thanks, SadDeskLunch.com ! I am not by nature an outdoor kid, or at least I haven't been for the last 16 years (about the same time I got my first computer... interesting), but I write to you today from the concrete benches on the corner of Market and Pine using an iPad and a bluetooth keyboard. I can feel the sun, and it's terribly confusing. There's a bare-chested skater, and  a woman who takes awkward steps because her huge handbag weighs down half her body and her choice of footwear has effectively hobbled her. She pauses for a clove cigarette.  Three white guys walk by me with all of the va

My high school buddy John McKenna has a mustache. He has other excellent features too, and is a genuinely wonderful human being, but anyone who knows him would probably say the 'stache gets top billing. Some might say that growing a mustache is a short-cut to being liked. Perhaps. But to be loved, you have to grow a great one. John is an artist, but the kind of artist who just makes awesome things. He creates with the kind of enthusiasm that only comes from doing exactly what you want to do. Like a ninja bunny. Or this wandering sorcerer. Or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Tutles, if they were actually turtles. It's pretty inspiring. You work hard to kick ass at the thing you love, then you procede to kick ass. And in the meantime, you cultivate a killer mustache. Oh, and at one party, John battered and deep fried a strip of bacon. He is beyond reproach. -Ezra 1/1000

Ah, the internet: Infinite power and we get millions of people telling you to read their stupid blog. Go figure. (Meanwhile, thanks for stopping by ezrafox.com !) The Internet is so full of self promotion it's easy to get burnt out on it. We have an insanely efficient medium for making things and telling people about it, but it gets noisy when everyone's making and telling. Sooner or later, the artists outnumber the audience. For example, I make a podcast every week, but I almost never listen to other podcasts. I've occasionally written a blog here (2 last year!) but aside from my friends'  Anna's and Colleen's , I don't read blogs either. Truth is, I've wanted to get famous for a while, (or at least Internet Famous) so I haven't felt like I had any time to be a fan. In other words, I haven't had time to like people--I've been too busy trying to get people to like me. And if that doesn't sound great reading it, it doesn't f