I think I've forgotten how to express myself as myself, anymore. I've gotten a pretty good grasp on what I am but I guess I still don't know who I am, really.
When I visited cousins in Rosebud in 1979, I was invited to drum for a Grass Dance. It was one of the defining moments in my life. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5Ianq_fs_o
"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself." ~ Neil Gaiman
If there's an "Occupy Wall Street" to protest against the few hundred people who make $40m/year heading companies that collectively employ millions of people, why isn't there an "Occupy The NBA" to protest against the few hundred people who make $40m/year playing with their balls?