I had a thought, New York, kinda like masturbation, just does not get old for me (I could confess my love for this great city in many ways; the truth is, I think New York is BETTER than masturbation).
How much do I love New York?
This blog, aside from daily reflections and such, will also be an outlet for the passion I have for my current home, which IS this town of 5 boroughs and 8 million people. That's not to say I don't love Ohio - as a born & bred Clevelander, I will NEVER forget but rather always cherish my modest, midwest roots - but there's something about New York that gets me, every time, through and through. It's what's gotten countless writers, actors, artists, filmmakers, tourists, and students alike - that 'buzz' of an undeniable and all-encompassing energy that defines this great city. Many have loved this town; many also dislike or even hate this town. But I am this town; that is, I try my best to embody and live the dreams of New Yorkers past and present each and every single day. And each day that passes, I find myself finding new reasons to love this city - thus wondering if I can ever love New York TOO much. Don't see it happening anytime soon :)
At first, my new york was seen through the eyes of director's lense; I saw the New York that Hollywood so glamorously glorified. First it was Kevin McCallister galavanting around the streets of the Big Apple, taking in the sights & sounds, and enjoying his unexpected freedom - he does need a bit of guidance, though, from Donald Trump, "down the hall and to the left;" and Mr. Duncan, "You keep one, and you give the other to a very special person." Shortly after it was 'Seinfeld' and 'Friends' - peering into the awesome and oh-so-comical lives of young Manhattanites who could NEVER afford their on-screen apartments in real life. Neverthless, New York is in movies/TV like Ron Jeremy is in women - When the setting for a movie or show ISN'T new york I often find myself wondering (quite snobbishly, I'm sure), "Ok, like where else IS there for a setting?"
After a few years the glitz and gaudiness of the city wore off - plus I actually grew weary of Times Square and 30 Rock (imagine that!) but began to develop a whole new love affair with the city - isn't that such a woman thing to say!? haha - but it's true; having just moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan (and before that, living in the Bronx), I guess you could say I've developed somewhat of an affair with the city, penetrating it borough by borough.
New York is a crossroads for me; it's a city filled to the brim of people with stories, baggage, interesting tales, or sorroful woes. It represents the worst and best in America, the world, and humanity at large; it showcases the triumph of free enterprise but also unflinchingly illustrates the degredation and shame of poverty. People co-exist here and may never know their neighbor, but risk their lives to save a complete stranger from a burning office tower. Any of this probably holds true in other large, cosmopolitan cities, but New York has a vibrancy (is that even a word), an aura and determination about that sets it apart from all the others.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
"As Days Go By" - 'Family Matters' Opening Sequence
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws6zba8sTVw&feature=related
Let's analyze the symbolism/implications of the intro sequence, shall we?
Reginald VelJohnson, aka Carl Winslow, comes down the stairs in a cop uniform, proudly embodying the "working class hero" and quintessential family man.
JoMarie Payton "Noble" (wtf she's cheatin on Carl?) aka Harriet Winslow, ruffles some flowers or something in the backyard, thus showing her "light, sweet, and breezy" side (but you just know if you fuck with one of her kids she'll murder you). She's also dressed in business attire - showing that she's definitely earning her peice of the pie.
Rosetta LeNore, aka "mother Estelle Winslow" just looks happy because she raised that working-class hero. If you look really closely she's reading 'Rolling Stone' magazine! Grannies everywhere aspire to be as cool as you, Estelle. Since nobody catches that she's reading RS mag, she's portrayed as a learned woman, which is quite remarkable for a woman of her time.
Darius McCrary, aka Eddie Winslow, is fixing some lights - a "handy" man to have around in a sticky situation! Eddie would NEVER knock up a 13 year-old...
Kellie Shaygne Williams is the insecure teenage girl, "do I look good in this dress?" Ah, remember the times? on the cusp of puberty when your breasts were budding, you'd barely had your first period, and you thought sex was making out? Yup, that's where Kellie, aka Laura Winslow, is right now. I think she's about to call Maxine to talk about Stephan Urquell.
Jaimee Foxworth, aka lost daughter Judy, and Bryton McClure, aka Rachel's son "Richie," are the token younger kids in the series that nobody pays much attention to. The former is just staring at her dollhouse and then flashes a carefree smile - probably masking her depression about her family forgetting she exists - and then, years later, she actually became a porn star. The latter is the token mulatto kid that probably gets made fun of a lot in school, "look at him! he's not white or black!" but you can tells Richie's a pimp - the way he rides in all cool on that bike, and I mean come on, with a name like "Bryton McClure?" He's probably a porn star, too!
And then there's Sean Harrison aka Waldo the token doofus - just playing basketball, oblivious to everything, until he gets hit in the head. He has a loveable and unsuspecting look on his face at that point, which in turn makes Waldo loveable and endearing to us all. And, on the side, he's nailin' Laura's friend Maxine. Go Waldo!
How about Michelle Thomas, aka Myra, who whispers sweet nothings into Steve's ear while he acts like he can afford what's on the menu!? She also always calls him by his full name, 'Steven Q Urquell,' which means he's almost surely getting laid (but if not definitely a hand job). I never got it, Myra was ALWAYS hotter and sweeter than than that cold-hearted bitch Laura, yet Steve sprayed his shorts for Laura and ONLY Laura! Love is blind, after all!
How about how they're all trying to hold the door closed so Steve can't get in - when in actuality, he could just walk around that little pathetic excuse for a front door, that little partition - apparently the Winslow's don't have a real house (or at least not one that would stand in high winds)
In conclusion: I have WAAAAY too much time on my hands.
Let's analyze the symbolism/implications of the intro sequence, shall we?
Reginald VelJohnson, aka Carl Winslow, comes down the stairs in a cop uniform, proudly embodying the "working class hero" and quintessential family man.
JoMarie Payton "Noble" (wtf she's cheatin on Carl?) aka Harriet Winslow, ruffles some flowers or something in the backyard, thus showing her "light, sweet, and breezy" side (but you just know if you fuck with one of her kids she'll murder you). She's also dressed in business attire - showing that she's definitely earning her peice of the pie.
Rosetta LeNore, aka "mother Estelle Winslow" just looks happy because she raised that working-class hero. If you look really closely she's reading 'Rolling Stone' magazine! Grannies everywhere aspire to be as cool as you, Estelle. Since nobody catches that she's reading RS mag, she's portrayed as a learned woman, which is quite remarkable for a woman of her time.
Darius McCrary, aka Eddie Winslow, is fixing some lights - a "handy" man to have around in a sticky situation! Eddie would NEVER knock up a 13 year-old...
Kellie Shaygne Williams is the insecure teenage girl, "do I look good in this dress?" Ah, remember the times? on the cusp of puberty when your breasts were budding, you'd barely had your first period, and you thought sex was making out? Yup, that's where Kellie, aka Laura Winslow, is right now. I think she's about to call Maxine to talk about Stephan Urquell.
Jaimee Foxworth, aka lost daughter Judy, and Bryton McClure, aka Rachel's son "Richie," are the token younger kids in the series that nobody pays much attention to. The former is just staring at her dollhouse and then flashes a carefree smile - probably masking her depression about her family forgetting she exists - and then, years later, she actually became a porn star. The latter is the token mulatto kid that probably gets made fun of a lot in school, "look at him! he's not white or black!" but you can tells Richie's a pimp - the way he rides in all cool on that bike, and I mean come on, with a name like "Bryton McClure?" He's probably a porn star, too!
And then there's Sean Harrison aka Waldo the token doofus - just playing basketball, oblivious to everything, until he gets hit in the head. He has a loveable and unsuspecting look on his face at that point, which in turn makes Waldo loveable and endearing to us all. And, on the side, he's nailin' Laura's friend Maxine. Go Waldo!
How about Michelle Thomas, aka Myra, who whispers sweet nothings into Steve's ear while he acts like he can afford what's on the menu!? She also always calls him by his full name, 'Steven Q Urquell,' which means he's almost surely getting laid (but if not definitely a hand job). I never got it, Myra was ALWAYS hotter and sweeter than than that cold-hearted bitch Laura, yet Steve sprayed his shorts for Laura and ONLY Laura! Love is blind, after all!
How about how they're all trying to hold the door closed so Steve can't get in - when in actuality, he could just walk around that little pathetic excuse for a front door, that little partition - apparently the Winslow's don't have a real house (or at least not one that would stand in high winds)
In conclusion: I have WAAAAY too much time on my hands.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Week o' Jam
I just gotta say this week has been sick - and that's not like "throwing up" sick - but rather awe-inspiring, great, spectacular. The weather here has been phenomenal; not 2,000+ degrees and muggy like the Augusts of yore (haha aka LAST August) and I'm constantly reminded each day, in one way or another, how ridiculously 'sick' life is.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A Thought About "Minority Report"
Anyone see "Minority Report?" It's one of my favorite movies. There's a part where Lt. John Anderton, the fugitive cop, confronts the old garden lady - self-proclaimed "mother of precrime" - to inquire about how to obtain the minority report. There is an awkward sexual tension between them the whole time; not sure if the director was trying to set the mood by choosing a background of writhing, phallic-looking plants, but toward the end, the woman leans in and whispers the answer to his question, "Inside the precog - who predicted it" and them finishes by kissing him. Afterward she looks pained; definitely a horny old broad that wanted some Tom Cruise meat, but shit! for me it's awkward yet strangely intriguing everytime I see it!
Advice to my cousin Scooter who is soon beginning college:
1) Take as many risks as you can (without getting killed) – This doesn't necessarily mean doing a line of coke off of a stripper's bare ass :) but it does mean putting yourself out there - join one more clubs and/or get involved with a club sport, go to a party or event you might not have though twice about in high school, TALK and INTERACT with people from different backgrounds or people who may not have been "your type" in the past – honestly, it’s amazing what you can learn from a complete stranger and you'll never know until you make that first step and engage them in conversation. Just put yourself out there - of course you won't hit it off with EVERYBODY - some people truly aren't your type - but it's a lesson in learning to accept and deal with all different kinds of people and, at the very least, for all the freaks you meet you'll have a great story!
2) Roomates --I know you already know your roommate – that’s great – now GO OUT with him and socialize as a pair until you develop a core group of friends. If he’s in the same boast as you and doesn’t really know many people, then it works even better. You guys can act as a team instead of you goin at it solo walking awkwardly down the hall introducing yourself to random people. I think Kathy’s pizza idea is great – nothing brings people together like free junk food.**Also, you might find you live really well with a roomate but don't socialize with the same people, don't have the same "scene," and rarely see one another outside of the room. Whereas this might be discouraging at first, it's really OK - and probably better - I lived with my best friend for two years in college and although we had some great times in the room, we did spend a lot of time bickering like an old married ccouple.
3) Enjoy the experience and don’t take the serious stuff TOO seriously --Study, got to class, and get your shit done (blah, blah, blah) but don’t forget to have fun – and A LOT of fun, at that. You’ll want to look back and say, “Man, what a great four years of COLLEGE,” and not “Man, what a boring four years of classes.” If you go out one night, get hammered, and miss a class the next morning – WHO CARES – it’s all part of the experience, yes? Again, as long as you learn to prioritize your schedule, there should be plenty of time for you to have a fuckin’ blast. Take the opportunity to travel – whether it’s studying abroad or visiting your cousin(s) in New York :) - you’ll have time, time, and more time in college – so much more than you had before – so make the most of it. When you start working, you may find you have very little time.
4) Dont forget the people who made you who you are today/your roots--This sounds like the title to a cheesy SClub7 song, but it’s very true – although your closest friends from high school are off to their own colleges and surely making new friends, drop the ones who matter most to you a line every now and then – in this age of mass telecommunications, there’s no excuse NOT to communicate. It can be as informal as a wall post on someone’s birthday or a text now and then - sometimes the littlest things carry the most weight. Furthermore, continue to cultivate those relationships you cherish most from high school, and look to do the same with the people you meet in college.
5) Be who you are and don't do anything you don’t wanna do --College is a time where everyone is, more or less, in the same boat – you’re all coming from different backgrounds; everyone had different upbringings and life experiences up to this point. It’s a little different than Cleveland (don’t get me wrong, there’s diversity in good ol’ C-town, but we all kinda grew up in similar communities) This is great about college though because all that high school bullshit (i.e. Chase calling you up and threatening you) melts away and cliques are literally non-existent. No one cares who you hang out with or what you do – peer pressure fades away because people JUST CHILL and have a good time. In high school, everything seemed to be a competition (at least for me) and therefore everyone tried to act all badass an outdo everyone else. Also in high school, we were more or less defined and judged by “who we hung out with,” in college, YOU can be who you really are and/or begin to “come into your own” and thus ultimately learn more about yourself. I smoked pot for the first time sophomore year because I was curious – not because my friends pressured me into doing it.
6) Collect business cards/contact info along the way--This one goes back to #1 – never be afraid to initiate conversation with a classmate, a professor, or anyone – you never know who might end up being an employer, a mentor, or just a lifelong friend; to that effect, you also never know when you might need someone’s help, guidance, and/or expertise. Collect any information you can on the people you come across (and I don’t mean spying on them through their bedroom window with binoculars or wire-tapping them) but rather get a person’snumber, contact information, business card, or simply make “mental notes” on them that you can use when the time is right.
7) You don’t always have to make out with beauty queens--Fat/ugly girls need love, too! If one of them approaches you drunkenly and tries to make out, I say DO IT - again, nobody cares, because, at very least, in college you can chalk EVERYTHING up to being drunk (i.e., “Aw man, I was SO wasted last night…I barely remember…”) I say a kiss, even if it a drunken, sloppy mess, is still a kiss – if I had a nickel for everyone I ever made out with (more drunk than sober, I’m sure) I wouldn’t need to work. Also, don't spend all your time tryin to get poon and don't focus all your energies on trying to get it - live in the moment, enjoy where you are, and all the rest will fall into place. I spent a lot of time - looking back, probably too much time - on being discouraged cuz I didn't get with that one "really hot girl" I was chasing; meanwhile, the world was happening around me but I was missing out because I was pouting about whatsherface.
1) Take as many risks as you can (without getting killed) – This doesn't necessarily mean doing a line of coke off of a stripper's bare ass :) but it does mean putting yourself out there - join one more clubs and/or get involved with a club sport, go to a party or event you might not have though twice about in high school, TALK and INTERACT with people from different backgrounds or people who may not have been "your type" in the past – honestly, it’s amazing what you can learn from a complete stranger and you'll never know until you make that first step and engage them in conversation. Just put yourself out there - of course you won't hit it off with EVERYBODY - some people truly aren't your type - but it's a lesson in learning to accept and deal with all different kinds of people and, at the very least, for all the freaks you meet you'll have a great story!
2) Roomates --I know you already know your roommate – that’s great – now GO OUT with him and socialize as a pair until you develop a core group of friends. If he’s in the same boast as you and doesn’t really know many people, then it works even better. You guys can act as a team instead of you goin at it solo walking awkwardly down the hall introducing yourself to random people. I think Kathy’s pizza idea is great – nothing brings people together like free junk food.**Also, you might find you live really well with a roomate but don't socialize with the same people, don't have the same "scene," and rarely see one another outside of the room. Whereas this might be discouraging at first, it's really OK - and probably better - I lived with my best friend for two years in college and although we had some great times in the room, we did spend a lot of time bickering like an old married ccouple.
3) Enjoy the experience and don’t take the serious stuff TOO seriously --Study, got to class, and get your shit done (blah, blah, blah) but don’t forget to have fun – and A LOT of fun, at that. You’ll want to look back and say, “Man, what a great four years of COLLEGE,” and not “Man, what a boring four years of classes.” If you go out one night, get hammered, and miss a class the next morning – WHO CARES – it’s all part of the experience, yes? Again, as long as you learn to prioritize your schedule, there should be plenty of time for you to have a fuckin’ blast. Take the opportunity to travel – whether it’s studying abroad or visiting your cousin(s) in New York :) - you’ll have time, time, and more time in college – so much more than you had before – so make the most of it. When you start working, you may find you have very little time.
4) Dont forget the people who made you who you are today/your roots--This sounds like the title to a cheesy SClub7 song, but it’s very true – although your closest friends from high school are off to their own colleges and surely making new friends, drop the ones who matter most to you a line every now and then – in this age of mass telecommunications, there’s no excuse NOT to communicate. It can be as informal as a wall post on someone’s birthday or a text now and then - sometimes the littlest things carry the most weight. Furthermore, continue to cultivate those relationships you cherish most from high school, and look to do the same with the people you meet in college.
5) Be who you are and don't do anything you don’t wanna do --College is a time where everyone is, more or less, in the same boat – you’re all coming from different backgrounds; everyone had different upbringings and life experiences up to this point. It’s a little different than Cleveland (don’t get me wrong, there’s diversity in good ol’ C-town, but we all kinda grew up in similar communities) This is great about college though because all that high school bullshit (i.e. Chase calling you up and threatening you) melts away and cliques are literally non-existent. No one cares who you hang out with or what you do – peer pressure fades away because people JUST CHILL and have a good time. In high school, everything seemed to be a competition (at least for me) and therefore everyone tried to act all badass an outdo everyone else. Also in high school, we were more or less defined and judged by “who we hung out with,” in college, YOU can be who you really are and/or begin to “come into your own” and thus ultimately learn more about yourself. I smoked pot for the first time sophomore year because I was curious – not because my friends pressured me into doing it.
6) Collect business cards/contact info along the way--This one goes back to #1 – never be afraid to initiate conversation with a classmate, a professor, or anyone – you never know who might end up being an employer, a mentor, or just a lifelong friend; to that effect, you also never know when you might need someone’s help, guidance, and/or expertise. Collect any information you can on the people you come across (and I don’t mean spying on them through their bedroom window with binoculars or wire-tapping them) but rather get a person’snumber, contact information, business card, or simply make “mental notes” on them that you can use when the time is right.
7) You don’t always have to make out with beauty queens--Fat/ugly girls need love, too! If one of them approaches you drunkenly and tries to make out, I say DO IT - again, nobody cares, because, at very least, in college you can chalk EVERYTHING up to being drunk (i.e., “Aw man, I was SO wasted last night…I barely remember…”) I say a kiss, even if it a drunken, sloppy mess, is still a kiss – if I had a nickel for everyone I ever made out with (more drunk than sober, I’m sure) I wouldn’t need to work. Also, don't spend all your time tryin to get poon and don't focus all your energies on trying to get it - live in the moment, enjoy where you are, and all the rest will fall into place. I spent a lot of time - looking back, probably too much time - on being discouraged cuz I didn't get with that one "really hot girl" I was chasing; meanwhile, the world was happening around me but I was missing out because I was pouting about whatsherface.
WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT
This is to announce the upcoming wedding of Camille HabbibiVishnuGuru to Joseph Gandhi-PatelRassGarba. The couple met while working at Dunkin’ Doughnuts (because, really, where else do Indians meet??) Joey was out back feeding a chocolate éclair to his pet elephant and Camille was taking out the trash when their eyes locked; Joey asked Camille if he could treat her to rice and curry and the next thing you know, the couple was having raunchy animal sex in Camille’s father’s Jacuzzi.
Camille subsequently deleted her accounts with DelhiDate.com, BombayBootyCall.org, and India2India.com; she knew after their initial romp that she had found “the one.”The rehearsal dinner will begin at Dunkin Doughnuts and continue to Seven Eleven for the “All You Can Eat” curry buffet. The lavish ceremony will take place at the Gandhi-PatelRassGarba estate, which is an exact replica, to scale, of the Taj Mahal. Approximately 8,786,808,765,677,909,800,076,665 guests from all around the world will be flown in to witness the couple’s union; included in attendance will be the entire Indian subcontinent and the island of Sri Lanka.
The wedding boasts an elaborate color scheme; Camille will wear red, yellow, scarlet, ruby, olive, lilac, gold, chocolate, mauve, lemon, crimsen, green, azure, rose, russet, purple, pink, orange, and blue – on her scarf. She’ll then jump into an elephant suit so that Joseph can ride her into the wedding procession – his elephant will not be in attendance as he has a hot date.The cost of the entire production was $8,700,000,000.
***I realize the above may be very offensive to some. What I didn't mention when I began this blog is I'm not too concerned about being offensive; 1) you can call me whatever you want - I'm half Italian and the other half Unkrainian, so go to town w/that - I'll even give you a few suggestions: As my friend Dan says, "meatball motherfucker," but I like "Daigo," "Guinzo," or just friggin' a mobster with cotton in his cheeks. For the other half, call me a commie or a dirty slav, whatever you will. Fact is, I'm proud of my heritage - and Indians, and everyone else for that matter - should be proud of theirs.
The above is a satirical wedding invitation - my good friend Camille works for a wedding planer and they're constantly planning lavish Indian weddings where the groom rides in on an elephant. So I took that and ran with it.
This is to announce the upcoming wedding of Camille HabbibiVishnuGuru to Joseph Gandhi-PatelRassGarba. The couple met while working at Dunkin’ Doughnuts (because, really, where else do Indians meet??) Joey was out back feeding a chocolate éclair to his pet elephant and Camille was taking out the trash when their eyes locked; Joey asked Camille if he could treat her to rice and curry and the next thing you know, the couple was having raunchy animal sex in Camille’s father’s Jacuzzi.
Camille subsequently deleted her accounts with DelhiDate.com, BombayBootyCall.org, and India2India.com; she knew after their initial romp that she had found “the one.”The rehearsal dinner will begin at Dunkin Doughnuts and continue to Seven Eleven for the “All You Can Eat” curry buffet. The lavish ceremony will take place at the Gandhi-PatelRassGarba estate, which is an exact replica, to scale, of the Taj Mahal. Approximately 8,786,808,765,677,909,800,076,665 guests from all around the world will be flown in to witness the couple’s union; included in attendance will be the entire Indian subcontinent and the island of Sri Lanka.
The wedding boasts an elaborate color scheme; Camille will wear red, yellow, scarlet, ruby, olive, lilac, gold, chocolate, mauve, lemon, crimsen, green, azure, rose, russet, purple, pink, orange, and blue – on her scarf. She’ll then jump into an elephant suit so that Joseph can ride her into the wedding procession – his elephant will not be in attendance as he has a hot date.The cost of the entire production was $8,700,000,000.
***I realize the above may be very offensive to some. What I didn't mention when I began this blog is I'm not too concerned about being offensive; 1) you can call me whatever you want - I'm half Italian and the other half Unkrainian, so go to town w/that - I'll even give you a few suggestions: As my friend Dan says, "meatball motherfucker," but I like "Daigo," "Guinzo," or just friggin' a mobster with cotton in his cheeks. For the other half, call me a commie or a dirty slav, whatever you will. Fact is, I'm proud of my heritage - and Indians, and everyone else for that matter - should be proud of theirs.
The above is a satirical wedding invitation - my good friend Camille works for a wedding planer and they're constantly planning lavish Indian weddings where the groom rides in on an elephant. So I took that and ran with it.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
One more thought on musical orgasms: one I especially like is "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay - the peak part for me is the "Oooo-Ooooh OOOOOH OH OOOOOOOOOOH OOOOO" Refrain part (it goes up, then a little down, then back up, and down again). Just last week I twirled around like a 5-year old in her lil' tiara listening to that part - hey, can you blame me? - I was in my vacant Windsor Terrace apartment, it was a sunny Saturday afternoon (that part in the afternoon where the sun's at the perfect spot in the sky and not yet rushing to the horizon), I'd had a beer, and the ENTIRE spot was vacant - I was really feelin the jam and connecting with some force greater than I. Woah okay, I'll pull it back - to simplify, I had a moment, and, iPod in hand, danced around like a blissful fool to the the soothing and liberating "Viva La Vida." This single song, after all, is how I "coined" the term 'musical orgasm,' I thought, they not only build up this part (just like any great orgasm slowly rises to the brink of pleasure), but it's SO GOOD - just miraculous, overwhelming, and simply orgasmic.
I met Eddie contractor on the R subway last week. Covered in plaster from head to toe, Eddie used 'fuck' just about every other word - a real gruff guy with a thick Brooklyn accent. Some people perceive New Yorkers as detached, anti-social, rude, and indifferent. While I do agree with the anti-social aspect when it comes to mass-transit (I myself enjoy the peace of riding a subway, plane, or train without having to speak with anyone), I disagree with the other assertions after meeting Eddie - first of all, HE introduced himself to ME - started talking all about whet he does, how he puts in a good day's work (I almost asked him for a card) but that was all - I'll probably never see "Eddie contractor" again, but that brief and friendly meeting is enough for me to know, once and for all, that good people are everywhere - even ones covered in plaster and that use the word 'fuck' incessantly.
I met Eddie contractor on the R subway last week. Covered in plaster from head to toe, Eddie used 'fuck' just about every other word - a real gruff guy with a thick Brooklyn accent. Some people perceive New Yorkers as detached, anti-social, rude, and indifferent. While I do agree with the anti-social aspect when it comes to mass-transit (I myself enjoy the peace of riding a subway, plane, or train without having to speak with anyone), I disagree with the other assertions after meeting Eddie - first of all, HE introduced himself to ME - started talking all about whet he does, how he puts in a good day's work (I almost asked him for a card) but that was all - I'll probably never see "Eddie contractor" again, but that brief and friendly meeting is enough for me to know, once and for all, that good people are everywhere - even ones covered in plaster and that use the word 'fuck' incessantly.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Musical Orgasms
We all know about musical orgasms - some of us just don't KNOW we know. Think about your favorite song - or even just a song you like - and then focus in on that moment in the song that makes all others insignificant; that moment, refrain, special line, or maybe even key change that "makes" the song for you - that's the musical peak or orgasm of that particular song. The beauty is, everyone's muscial orgasm differs according to taste; some love when Celine belts it out and declares to her lover (or dog, or 108 year-old Renee Angelil) or whoever that "you were my strenght when I was weak..." etc. etc. and others love the smooth and somewhat sensual opening of"Gimme Shelter" complete with "Ooooooo-Oooooooooooo's" and all (personally I prefer the latter, but that's me).
Jam 101/Intro to Jam
Welcome to jam!
I started this blog for a plethora of reasons (How's that for big words? Not everyone can put 'reasons' into context):
For one, I talk too much (my friends, girlfriends, and even family have told me this); second, I'm constantly running out of room on my Facebook statuses (I know, kinda lame, but true); third, I'd like everyone, even if just for a minute, to be as happy as I am right now; and lastly, living in New York is an adventure in and of itself - too much crazy shit happens in my life here - it's come to the point where I can't NOT talk about it.
This blog will serve as a written outlet (so your ears can have a break) for my thoughs, insights, daily reflections, and/or reflections on life in general - and I am open to comments, shared insights, or anything else you as readers can contribute. Sometimes, I might use this as a platform for venting; others, I might reveal anecdotal tales of my office atmosphere, the morning commute, or simply an overheard conversation out on the streets of New York.
Ultimatley, I will reveal and attempt to explain my life philosophy, jam, to you all.
Welcome to Jam!
I started this blog for a plethora of reasons (How's that for big words? Not everyone can put 'reasons' into context):
For one, I talk too much (my friends, girlfriends, and even family have told me this); second, I'm constantly running out of room on my Facebook statuses (I know, kinda lame, but true); third, I'd like everyone, even if just for a minute, to be as happy as I am right now; and lastly, living in New York is an adventure in and of itself - too much crazy shit happens in my life here - it's come to the point where I can't NOT talk about it.
This blog will serve as a written outlet (so your ears can have a break) for my thoughs, insights, daily reflections, and/or reflections on life in general - and I am open to comments, shared insights, or anything else you as readers can contribute. Sometimes, I might use this as a platform for venting; others, I might reveal anecdotal tales of my office atmosphere, the morning commute, or simply an overheard conversation out on the streets of New York.
Ultimatley, I will reveal and attempt to explain my life philosophy, jam, to you all.
Welcome to Jam!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)