Thursday, July 30, 2009
Greetings comrades. Eh, it just hit me that perhaps I should warn you about then next several posts. See I'm in a mood if ya know what I mean. The weather sucks, I got alot of bills, the job sucks, my meds ain't on the ball, and I'm itchy, nervous, real pissed, and generally fed up.
...and you 'still' wanna go ahead?!
Hey be my guest.
Did I mention my feet hurt. Yeah I bought these real good looking sneakers in midtown. The price was right, and like I say they're cute. 'But they hurt too. You know how that happens.
They're okay for the first few days, maybe a week. Then ooooh. The hurt kicks in. Is this why ladies buys so many shoes? Guys ya know. They just take it, and limp on with bleeding feet.
The gals has brains. Besides being generally more stable, and living 20 years longer they also know what sort of shoes to buy,..and when!
G-ddess bless'em all.
Except for Sister Mary Clarice. This deranged sadist humiliated, tormented, and generally beat the crap out of several generations of kids. her vicious cruelty has cascaded down the decades of my life well into another century.
If there's an ironic Hell she's earned some centuries in a 34 story walkup in a nasty neighborhood there.
Yeah she's earned 500 years of fifth grade with heartless 15 foot tall demented sadistic nuns giving her the "treatment" all day every day.
Including weekends, and christmas.
Except for her, and two or three of her pals. I think all the other women on earth are swell.
(Click on this map, and you'll get all the basics you'll need to get into the "Lost World".)
Besides everything else that's going on in my happy, swell, peachy life I'm catching up on my favorite tv series.
The last few years have been profoundly funless.
So I'm really behind on my laying about with a blank expression while eating sugary, and greasy crap with my phone turned off.
Lets see I just finished the second season of "Lost".
Two down three to go! 'Thing is I still don't know what the hell is going on there. Also what! is that black smoke monster thing?! It reminds me of the "Rover". (..see above) The big scary bouncy balloon from the "Prisoner" that smothered people.
I'm picking up the dvd set of the third season, and hope things become clearer.
The same with "Heros". Btw for you in the know. Yeah it started life as a late 1990's comic book. However it's changed a lot for tv, and the new comics. Anyway I really enjoyed it, and am now just hacking my way through the second season.
Please don't tell me anything, and give shit away.
Speaking of "Torchwood". Not having cable for now I missed the five night mini third season.
"Children of Earth" the stuff on youtube about it looks amazing!
I like the Brit mini series tradition. They have beginnings, middles, and ends.
Unlike American episodic tv that just starts, hobbles along then vanishes. No point, no resolution.
They just go down the memory hole till the next bunch of talentless hacks get hired, and it starts again as something else.
My I'm nasty these daze.
'Matter of fact one person on my Queer blog said just that. 'Course I deleted the jerk.
Mean, nasty,...who me?
'Excuse me I have to put another poodle into the microwave. Amazing,...they go off like water balloons filled with guts.
(...speaking of "Splat!")
Well imagine my surprise when I came to Wbai radio for my engineering shift, and I found XMAS Mail waiting for me.
Cards from my dear listeners, junk mail, a missive from my former lawyer that expensive lying bleep, and a letter, plus check for a bunch of dough from a pal.
I could'a seriously used that scratch back then!
This was when I was houseless, and wandering the cruel stinky gutters with tears frozen on my rosy cheeks.
No! not them cheeks,...pervert!
(Bobo the Easter Bunny's alcoholic, drug addict, communist, pedophile terrorist cousin,...so of course he has a show on Wbai. Anyway our hero here takes the evidence to the Wbai forensics lab for further examination.)
Mind you this bundle of joy wasn't from the post office. Ya know how they do when they royally fuck up.
They puts your wrecked parcel in this fancy blue package which sez how real sorry they was that they screwed you so bad.
Sure, and 1903 gold dollars fly out of my butt everyday at noon.
The post office is about as sincere as a crack whore when the welfare check's are three weeks away. Them gumbas will tell ya anything.
So where the hell did all this come from. Who **&&^%! at the station has been screwing around with my mail.
..and should I care.
To be continued!
Above are the few surviving Faeries of Sydneyland. I found them along with a model airliner last sunday. They were in very sad shape.
The faeries were cracked, and their wings as you can see in image two were in bits'n pieces. The model plane, a 1950's Constellation was banged up as well.
When I lost my last home there was no time to properly pack. Some many delicate things were just quickly put into boxes. These were stored in various places,..with pals, at my job, with former neighbors.
It was a hell of a time.
However now that 'some' stability has returned to my life I'm looking for my former worlds. Most is gone. I assume at the bottom of an illegal landfill in New Jersey.
After all that's where the mafia, street gangs, dirty cops, and mob owned garbage truck companies dumps everything they wants the world to forget about.
The guys that cleaned out my house were clearly with a mob hauling outfit. Sheriffs always use them.
Anyway as I said I'm slowly reclaiming my life. Part of that is making peace with my past. Letting go of some things finding, and mending others.
I spent the last two days mending my faeries. I used carpenters super glue which was recommended for the material the little sweeties is made of. I'll need another sort of paste for the 50's Connie.
As you can see the gals are starting to look swell again!
I've been living at my new digs since the beginning of April, and we're now coming on august.
Yeah it's about time.
I mean I'm finally having friends over, and even thinking about decorating. So okay I'm getting sane again.
(I'm real happy at how the girls came out. You can hardly see the cracks where the broke up. Anyway click on them for a close look.)
Friday, July 24, 2009
(Above is a recently dug up 90,000 year old fossilized NYC subway car. Repainted,..a little, and put back into service. Just another small way of saying "Fuck You, and Drop Dead" from your MTA.)
Of all the affronts, and horrors that the citizens of the Emerald City must endure. Nothing, I mean nothing in recent memory comes close to the gaseous nightmare I recently encountered within the bowels of the dreaded "MTA"!
The MTA, the subway, that shit encrusted, smoky conveyor of condemned souls that we are all too familiar with!
As any right thinking lesbian separatist will gleefully tell you men, males are infant eating mutants, a genetic plague on the biosphere, and an abomination in the sight of the G-ddess!
These facts are grossly borne out as it is they!
Them croch grabbing, gum spitting, leering, semi-illiterate, reality show watching, homophobic, book burning, unwashed, wife beating, whore fucking, NY Post reading, jizz spraying young men who are the primary source of the underground dank, ripe, turned, and cooked waves of steamed piss.
I refer not to the traditional piles of fried shit. As that's an altogether different treat of the summer season in the MTA!
I don't want to be unfair.
No I mean boiled oceans of the emptied contents of millions male bladders! Thoughtless young men who apparently never heard of the concept of holding it till they got home.
These walking urine factories think nothing of hosing down every nook, and cranny of our once fair metropolis with their used beer, rot gut, and assorted colas.
This ongoing crime was enabled by the evil MTA when they shut down all the "gents" facilities back in the 70's.
There I was minding my own gawddamned business trying to get the hell home. I makes a transfer to the No. 6 at the City Hall/Bklyn Bridge station, and runs face first into a WW1 chlorine gas attack!
My eyes watered, I gasped for breath, my head was swimming. I felt as if I was at the bottom of a urinal in a Shanghai peg house in 1912. The crap got into my lungs, and sat there like a demon turd with legs. The damned thing seemed to be crawling around inside me.
I was coughing, and wheezing as were the other surprised, and dazed passengers!
I was sick, I thought of calling 9-11, no lie, I did!
My gawd can you get AIDS, or any other really fun killer shit by breathing this stuff?!!
I finally made it back to my tiny hovel next to the nuclear waste storage dump, and pig rendering plant on one of the less fashionable dead end streets of our great city.
Thank gawd fresh air at last!
All my stuff stank of boiled piss. I remembered my post 9/11 chemical attack training, and quickly pulled off everything, and shoved it into a large trash bag.
You think I'm kidding right?
I put in everything. From my dainties to my made by political prisoners, and Tibetan slaves cheap Chinese sneakers. I Then shoved 'that' bag into another bag, and secured it as tightly as I could.
After 'that' I took two Hot, Hot frigg'n HOT!!! showers using that "tuff guy" brown soap I got at a Queer shop on Christopher street!
I 'still' have a cough from that gas Dammit!
...next time I'll take a cab.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
It took less than a day for the arrest of Henry Louis Gates to become racial lore. When one of America's most prominent black intellectuals winds up in handcuffs, it's not just another episode of profiling — it's a signpost on the nation's bumpy road to equality.
The news was parsed and Tweeted, rued and debated. This was, after all Henry "Skip" Gates: Summa cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa graduate of Yale. MacArthur "genius grant" recipient. Acclaimed historian, Harvard professor and PBS documentarian. One of Time magazine's "25 Most Influential Americans" in 1997. Holder of 50 honorary degrees.
If this man can be taken away by police officers from the porch of his own home, what does it say about the treatment that average blacks can expect in 2009?
Earl Graves Jr., CEO of the company that publishes Black Enterprise magazine, was once stopped by police during his train commute to work, dressed in a suit and tie.
"My case took place back in 1995, and here we are 14 years later dealing with the same madness," he said Tuesday. "Barack Obama being the president has meant absolutely nothing to white law enforcement officers. Zero. So I have zero confidence that (Gates' case) will lead to any change whatsoever."
The 58-year-old professor had returned from a trip to China last Thursday afternoon and found the front door of his Cambridge, Mass., home stuck shut. Gates entered the back door, forced open the front door with help from a car service driver, and was on the phone with the Harvard leasing company when a white police sergeant arrived.
Gates and the sergeant gave differing accounts of what happened next. But for many people, that doesn't matter.
They don't care that Gates was charged not with breaking and entering, but with disorderly conduct after repeatedly demanding the sergeant's name and badge number. It doesn't matter whether Gates was yelling, or accused Sgt. James Crowley of being racist, or that all charges were dropped Tuesday.
All they see is pure, naked racial profiling.
"Under any account ... all of it is totally uncalled for," said Graves.
"It never would have happened — imagine a white professor, a distinguished white professor at Harvard, walking around with a cane, going into his own house, being harassed or stopped by the police. It would never happen."
I remember the first time I was picked up by white cops.
...I was six.
You read right.."6"! Someone had snatched a purse so they grabbed me. I was colored, and handy.
Fortunately the victim was a nice Jewish lady that chewed out the cops for hauling in a baby.
Apparently it was a colored teenager or young man that mugged her. That fact that I barely came up to the victims kneecap didn't matter. I was a nigger so I was guilty.
See it didn't matter to these officers of the law that I was clearly an infant kid. I was a little darkie, and that was enough for these guys to drag me in.
The same with Dr. Gates. All of his titles, and accomplishments meant nothing, mean nothing to white america.
Gates was just some old nigger breaking into a house.
Period,..end of story.
("The Dance'n Coon" popular early 20th century American toy.)
Friday, July 17, 2009
I've been noticing alot of these "Homeland Security" cop cars around lately. Much more than usual. That, and army guys with loaded M-16's hanging about potential target sites.
Ya know train stations. Grand Central, Penn Station, Atlantic Avenue, and others. Also Con Ed power houses, and such. I asked one of the troopers what was up, and he said,..."just a routine exercise."
I asked him to level with me. I mean is there some shit coming down that us rubes don't know about yet. He said "Naw",...at least "as far as" he knew.
Swell, and I just recently had another thread of 9/11 nightmares'n flash backs. We, I really don't need anymore of this. This whole 21st century thing seriously sucks.
How I wish we could go back, and stop the 2000 national election from being stolen. If we could only have begun the new century with hope instead of a crooked election, and incompetent defense.
A word to the wise Comrades,..."Watch the Skies"
I'm posting these videos below more for me than anyone else. I'm still after all these years trying to understand, and come to terms with these events. My only actual direct personal, physical involvement in a war.
This act has deformed our country, and all of this century,..so far. We need to understand it beyond the political reasons for it. There's more involved.
...again I say,."...Watch the Skies"
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Well actually I, and most of us have been hearing it for a while.
Like the speakers of "Spanglish" who easily flow back'n forth between english, and spanish. There's now zillions of Islamic folks around town gleefully doing the same with Arabic, and English.
This especially seems to be heard, by me, in Brooklyn, deli's, and on the subway.
I was just getting a pastrami hero,..w/cheese on mayo. Yeah weird, but that's how I likes'em. Well okay the cheese is way over the top, and I do feel guilty about it.
'Course that won't stop me.
Anyway while watching some movie being shot across the street I overheard the staff doing their linguestic acrobatics.
I <3 NY!
Monday, July 13, 2009
July 20th is the 40th anniversary of the first manned landing on the Moon. This was the dream of the ages. Although disparaged, doubted by millions now it 'did' happen.
However for me, and perhaps many in my aging generation the first real trip to Luna happened on the previous Christmas eve.
December 24th 1968.
1968 that history changing year. Of all the monumental events of that time perhaps the most meaningful was the first visit to the moon by people from Earth.
That is "meaningful" to the long story of our species. After all of the chaos, and passions of these decades passes away. When all that makes us red in the face becomes mere footnotes of a future syllabus.
When that time comes this event, this first visit of human beings to the moon will be viewed with profound awe.
I wrote a post about that other, and more historic anniversary last Christmas.
Long ago, when I was a lad. Three men went to the moon. They were the first to go, but because they didn't land no one remembers their names. Never mind that doesn't matter. What does matter though is what they did when they arrived.
These were the first human souls to reach, and orbit the moon. It was Christmas eve 1968. A most eventful year. Indeed a most dramatic year in world history as those who were there will vividly remember.
It was fitting that it closed with so dramatic, and moving an event as Apollo 8 reaching la Luna.
Through this voyage we for the first time saw our Earth, our home whole in the sea of forever. So small, so beautiful, so fragile.
The world watched, and listened that night. That Christmas eve, that Holy night of our combined Hopes.
As the Apollo caravel rounded the moon astronauts Anders, Lovell, and Borman read from the first page of Genesis.
"For all the people on Earth the crew of Apollo 8 has a message we would like to send you".
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness."
"And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.
And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day."
"And God said, Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good."
Borman then added, "And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you - all of you on the good Earth."
I've been having dreams like the video below for a while now. That, and assorted 9/11 flash backs. In those I'm climbing through the wreckage. It's always a maze of twisted steel, and slanted walls, and floors. Like an Escher drawing on crack, and whiskey.
If it's not that I'm watching loved ones die,...again.
Interesting, I was speaking with an intern at the studios. He's 22. He mentioned that he personally knew no one who had passed away. No family, no friends.
I've forgotten what that feels like. To have everyone still around, 'and' to expect them to stay as well.
I didn't tell the kid what was waiting for for him. He deserves his innocence.
Pity we all can't keep it.
A slave, Dred Scott, sued unsuccessfully for his freedom in the famous Dred Scott v. Sandford case decided by the United States Supreme Court on March 6, 1857.
In what is perhaps the most infamous case in its history, the court decided that all people of African ancestry -- slaves as well as those who were free -- could never become citizens of the United States and therefore could not sue in federal court. The court also ruled that the federal government did not have the power to prohibit slavery in its territories.
Dred Scott remained a slave.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
(Me, and pals, rare color photo from 1862)
It's a good thing I wrote down on actual non-digital paper all of my codes, pswd's, and user names. 'Cause I can't remember bleep anymore. That is to say it was my birthday back on the 9th.
I'm 59, but everyone thinks I'm 60 so I'll go with it. I like it better anyway. When you're that close to 100 people don't bother you as much. At least it's starting to seem that way.
Also there's them swell perks.
Everybody thinks you're about to die so they do stuff like give you a seat on the subway. That or they don't charge you for everything at the supermarket. Both of these things just happened to me.
Actually I don't look 60, but I must have an aura of aged wisdom,..and more grey hair or something. Maybe it was my "Flower Power Button".
I've had that little relic since 1966, and have taken to wearing it again lately.
Anyway I was out shopping for scraps of bread, and cat food. The normal diet for folks my age. I goes down to the subway, and this young guy immediately gives me a seat.
He sez, "...you okay mister?"
I must have looked like I was having a stroke or something.
Well it was a brutally hot day. You remember that scary heatwave we had in April. The leaves weren't back on the trees yet, and it was 90+ for days.
Another sign that the end of the world is on the way. 2012,...two, and a half years, and counting down.
Later when I stumbles into the supermarket there was this nice youngster at the counter. She didn't charge me for them chickens in my basket.
She let a couple of "Perdue Oven Stuffers" go by without swiping them on the register. Another time in a different store a young clerk let some orange juice slip by too.
This is sweet because it sez that people are starting to look after each other in these hard times.
Btw I intend to milk these well deserved considerations for all they're worth. I earned these little things dammit! Another good thing is I can be 60 again next year,...for real!
Then movies will be 'half price' for me!
Monday, July 6, 2009
It began with a sudden wind. Gusts of wind that didn't let up. Then it became quickly dark. Clouds raced over us. I'd never seen them fly so quickly. Imagine black cotton candy enveloping the sky.
Then I saw the funnel.
Actually a whole crowd of us saw it at the same time forming over the brooklyn shore. One of the dock workers yelled,..."It's a twister,..it's a twister!"
Just like the character Hickory did in the "Wizard of Oz"
The image is blurred because I was running for my life. Like everybody else that was lunching at the South Street Seaport.
The funnel formed, broke up, reformed, tried to touch down, but broke up again. We ducked a bullet. I guess conditions weren't quite right. Too early in the season or whatnot.
The dark clouds rolled over us, and they too began to lighten, and break up.
(Please click on the images to better see what went down.)
...amazing! That black cloud, and funnel in the harbor looks just like the one in this old movie!