On technologically moral grounds I couldn't sit by (even 2000-some miles away) and let a human movement be solely represented by hoops and the balls thrown and doing the throwing through. Thomas was right in his estimation of my spent Saturday. I most likely had my feet in the PAcific Ocean pondering the sameness of everything while the differences were screaming so beligerantly (and in stereo no less) when he typed or thought that.
At the moment I am listening to the psych sounds of Fairport Convention:
though SAV has us on steady diet of ELO, Elton John, Jimmy Buffett, REO Speedwagon and the new (Smog).
Item originally posted to the a human movement blog