The Lakers took on the Nuggets earlier this week in game two of the series. Both Anthony and Bryant had the most points for their respective teams, but it was a series of late blunders that determined this battle.`
Nearing the end of the second quarter, Billups passed the ball to himself from out of bounds by bouncing the ball off of Kobe's back and then scoring the layup.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Magic Vs. LeBron

Well the Magic are going to face off against the Cleveland Cavaliers in a series that might see ups and downs.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Star Trek
Comparison & Contrast of EPOS by Robert Bridges and Eros by Anne Stevenso

Two of the deepest poems on terms of meaning . Can you decipher the meaning behind the poems and if you can not here is some help.
Eros
Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where’er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e’er long’d for thy embrace,
Hath earned to look upon thy face.
Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where’er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e’er long’d for thy embrace,
Hath earned to look upon thy face.
Eros by Anne Stevenson
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