<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Wandering Thoughts - Category - Where I Stand</title><link>https://whereistand.xyz/en/categories/wandering-thoughts/</link><description>Wandering Thoughts - Category - Where I Stand</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><managingEditor>jihui.yang0.0@gmail.com (Joey)</managingEditor><webMaster>jihui.yang0.0@gmail.com (Joey)</webMaster><copyright>© All rights reserved.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 22:00:00 +0100</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://whereistand.xyz/en/categories/wandering-thoughts/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The King’s New Clothes: LeBron James and the Art of Revisionist History</title><link>https://whereistand.xyz/en/posts/2_lbj/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 22:00:00 +0100</pubDate><author>jihui.yang0.0@gmail.com (Joey)</author><guid>https://whereistand.xyz/en/posts/2_lbj/</guid><description><![CDATA[<blockquote>
<p>Of course, I am only talking about basketball.</p></blockquote>
<p>I’ve been watching the NBA and CBA since 2001. I was lucky enough to catch the tail end of the Shaq-Kobe era and the legendary battles between Shanghai and Bayi. Those days got me hooked. But lately? As my favorite stars retire and the NBA product starts to smell a bit&hellip; off, I’m watching less and less. A huge reason for that is the arrival of the great LeBron James to my beloved LA Lakers, combined with the nauseating &ldquo;GOAT&rdquo; propaganda pushed by the &ldquo;Bronsexuals&rdquo; (fanboys). This toxic stan culture hasn&rsquo;t just ruined the games; it’s turned every basketball forum into a cesspool. So, I opted out.</p>]]></description></item><item><title>Same: Same</title><link>https://whereistand.xyz/en/posts/1_same-same/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2025 22:00:00 +0100</pubDate><author>jihui.yang0.0@gmail.com (Joey)</author><guid>https://whereistand.xyz/en/posts/1_same-same/</guid><description>&lt;p>My fascination with jazz started with a story about fake books. The first time I heard the phrase “fake book,” the image that popped into my head was a book whose cover says, “Don’t look, it’s fake.” Later I learned it was something completely different.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Its “fake” does not mean counterfeit. It means pretending. You can think of a fake book as a lifesaving crib sheet. It usually is not a full score, but a single melody line plus chord symbols, sometimes with lyrics. The purpose is almost embarrassingly practical. Tonight you are playing a regular gig in a bar, a dance hall, or a restaurant. The audience requests songs the way they order dishes, and they do it with an impressive level of confidence. You cannot possibly memorize everything, and you cannot haul a cart of sheet music everywhere you go. So what do you do. You bring a fake book. You flip to the tune. The melody and the harmonic skeleton are there. The rest is on you.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>