30 September 2005
i just remembered this
while coming home in a taxi the other night around 3 am, in a, shall we say, depleted mental state: i ashed into my own ear. well, that sounds worse than it is. i ashed out the window and the whole solid chunk flew right back into my ear. i then spent the next 10 minutes laughing and saying "i just ashed in my fucking ear. what the fuck?"
subway, your way, right away. (and by "right away" we mean "sometimes if you're lucky")
remember that jingle?
anyway:
F train--skips smith/9th, carroll & bergen manhattan bound
express from Jay to Church ave (skips carroll, berge, smith/9th and 4th ave)
G train--no service btw. hoyt/scher. and smith/9th.
basically, you are not getting into or out of carroll gardens this weekend.
N train--stops at dekalb
R train--brooklyn bound go over the bridge
www.mta.info
anyway:
F train--skips smith/9th, carroll & bergen manhattan bound
express from Jay to Church ave (skips carroll, berge, smith/9th and 4th ave)
G train--no service btw. hoyt/scher. and smith/9th.
basically, you are not getting into or out of carroll gardens this weekend.
N train--stops at dekalb
R train--brooklyn bound go over the bridge
www.mta.info
do you get to the movies early to watch previews?
go watch this now!!
the shining as a feel good movie, replete with "solsbury hill" in the trailer.
and then go here and see west side story as a horror flick.
(who else but waxy?)
the shining as a feel good movie, replete with "solsbury hill" in the trailer.
and then go here and see west side story as a horror flick.
(who else but waxy?)
some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator
afghanistan has a mall (whew, looks like they're gonna be OK then). but no one wants to get on the escalator.
It is nice to shop here. The markets outside are dusty," said shop owner Abdul Kasim.
"That is real development. I wish Afghanistan were full of shopping malls," said customer Abdul Fatah, who had just purchased a silver wristwatch.
I'm pretty sure Abdul has nothing to worry about.
but wait, they're pretty clever over there...
Habib Safi plans to erect two skyscrapers with an incorporated shopping mall in the western Afghan town of Herat. In his office hang blueprints for the structures, which are to be called the Twin Towers.Christening the Herat towers after their New York counterparts, whose destruction was plotted by Osama bin Laden in Afghanistan, is not at all tasteless, argues one of Safi's employees."The difference is that our towers won't collapse," he smirks.
(fark)
It is nice to shop here. The markets outside are dusty," said shop owner Abdul Kasim.
"That is real development. I wish Afghanistan were full of shopping malls," said customer Abdul Fatah, who had just purchased a silver wristwatch.
I'm pretty sure Abdul has nothing to worry about.
but wait, they're pretty clever over there...
Habib Safi plans to erect two skyscrapers with an incorporated shopping mall in the western Afghan town of Herat. In his office hang blueprints for the structures, which are to be called the Twin Towers.Christening the Herat towers after their New York counterparts, whose destruction was plotted by Osama bin Laden in Afghanistan, is not at all tasteless, argues one of Safi's employees."The difference is that our towers won't collapse," he smirks.
(fark)
gorillas are using tools, humans doomed
for the first time outside of captivity, gorillas are using tools, hinting that they will soon be taking over the world.
what the hell is wrong with people?
someone booted their jack russell terrier, but first he or she wrote "free" on it in black magic marker.
equally hilarious and depressing. unfortunately, no picture...
...brown and white Jack Russell terrier found wandering around town with the word "FREE" written on his side in black letters.
that poor, poor dog.
update! dog and owner reunited...apparently the owner was not the one who wrote "free" on his dog.
equally hilarious and depressing. unfortunately, no picture...
...brown and white Jack Russell terrier found wandering around town with the word "FREE" written on his side in black letters.
that poor, poor dog.
update! dog and owner reunited...apparently the owner was not the one who wrote "free" on his dog.
this is by no means the funniest part of this article
His now ex-girlfriend told The Sun that Mr. Carroll believed that "the trees in his front garden are actually people disguised as trees," and spent his nights prowling around the house looking for intruders. "I'll tell him, 'Come back to bed, you stupid twit,' " she told the newspaper.
i can't even...just read the damn thing.
He has been issued with two antisocial behavior orders in two local jurisdictions forbidding him to threaten, harass or intimidate anyone in a 400-mile radius. He has been told by local government authorities to stop throwing raucous late-night parties and to stop holding demolition derbies on his land.
400 miles. he has to travel 400 miles to threaten, harass or intimidate someone. they're trying to get him into scotland.
i can't even...just read the damn thing.
He has been issued with two antisocial behavior orders in two local jurisdictions forbidding him to threaten, harass or intimidate anyone in a 400-mile radius. He has been told by local government authorities to stop throwing raucous late-night parties and to stop holding demolition derbies on his land.
400 miles. he has to travel 400 miles to threaten, harass or intimidate someone. they're trying to get him into scotland.
just remember we're on drugs
a funny (at least the beginning part where they quote chris rock) review of Greg Critser's book, Generation RX, in which he talks about how we're popping pills in our generally excessive way.
What Mr. Critser has done in these pages is synthesize a lot of information and reserve it to the reader in an accessible, easily digested form - much as he did with information about obesity in his 2003 book, "Fat Land."
What Mr. Critser has done in these pages is synthesize a lot of information and reserve it to the reader in an accessible, easily digested form - much as he did with information about obesity in his 2003 book, "Fat Land."
holy sars discovery, batman!
sing some protest song
an article in the new republic talks about how protests are too scattered. no one is content merely protesting the war.
Roger Yates, a demonstrator from Martinsburg, West Virginia, becomes so frustrated with the protest's incoherence that he grabs a bullhorn, jumps on a newspaper vending machine, and beseeches the marchers to remember why they came in the first place. "One thousand different causes won't hurt Bush," he yells. "If we don't focus on Iraq, it'll be like we were never here!"
Roger Yates, a demonstrator from Martinsburg, West Virginia, becomes so frustrated with the protest's incoherence that he grabs a bullhorn, jumps on a newspaper vending machine, and beseeches the marchers to remember why they came in the first place. "One thousand different causes won't hurt Bush," he yells. "If we don't focus on Iraq, it'll be like we were never here!"
29 September 2005
realizations
last night i went to joemca & poets at pianos. then, for the first time in over a year, i went to welcome to the johnson's. this outing led me to discover a few things:
a. the downstairs space at piano's smells like a locker room
b. given the opportunity, i will sit through a show
c. the johnson's is very, very loud.
d. the johnson's seems to be filling up with people who look far too clean to be in there
a. the downstairs space at piano's smells like a locker room
b. given the opportunity, i will sit through a show
c. the johnson's is very, very loud.
d. the johnson's seems to be filling up with people who look far too clean to be in there
as the turnstile locks up and punches you in the stomach
because the mta isn't happy just being shitty, they have to add a few complications along the way. today, it's new software that makes the metrocard readers more "sensitive". if this is anything like the new software i just put on my ipod that makes it cycle through entire albums in 2 seconds without playing a note and then freeze, i couldn't be more excited.
apparently, they're trying to clamp down on fare evader types and people with fake metrocards? i don't even know. whatever it's for, rest assured it will bother we, the fare-paying, mta-hating public.
and now, some quotes from the story:
The Transit Authority has installed the software systemwide to prevent underground thieves who take spent MetroCards and bend them in the right spots to get an extra trip per card - which they then sell.
The TA has estimated that MetroCard fraud costs the authority $16 million annually.
look, man, i'm having a real fucking hard time swallowing the idea that there is $16 million worth of fare evasion every year. i mean really. SIXTEEN MILLION. that's a whooooole lot of money. a year. i am calling someone out. you are lying!!
they say that people are somehow missing the last fares on their cards, in which case the dude(ess) behind the token booth is supposed to buzz them through. this makes me wonder, why not just commit fraud that way? also, this reminds me of a story of a friend.
there is a silly thing that happens in brooklyn sometimes when you can't go into manhattan from the carroll & bergen street stops. my friend was attempting to do this, but knowing there weren't any manhattan bound trains, she went on to the coney island bound platform to get to 7th ave, where she could switch to the manhattan bound F.
so she's standing there waiting for a train and two or three manhattan bound trains roll through--and stop--at bergen street. at this point she realizes that perhaps she can just go to manhattan like normal people, but bergen street is one of those stations that doesn't give people the opportunity to cross back & forth between the two tracks, you go in one way, you're stuck there. so she's forced to walk out of the train station and cross the street and go back down, where her metrocard will not register because it's an unlimited and she just swiped it on the other side of the track. luckily (or so she thought), she was now in the entrance with the dude in the box. she explains to the guy what's happened and he refuses to let her through. she has to watch another train go by whilst waiting for the 16 minutes or whatever it is to elapse before she can swipe her card. this is bullshit.
on the flip side, i was in bergen street station once, late at night, drunk, when i decided to be a fucking retard. i don't know why we hadn't just gone straight through the turstiles, or maybe we'd--yes, that's what happened. we'd gone down the wrong side and were waiting for our cards to be useable again. anyway, they have those little things that say "please dispose your metrocard here" or something to that effect, and i was all "i'm cool", so i said to my friend "here, watch me tempt fate" and i stuck my card in and out a couple of times. it was so stupid on so many levels, but i was drunk and that's a reasonable excuse for just about any behavior. anyway, what i didn't realize was that i wasn't tempting fate in any way, i was de-magnifying my metrocard. my week-old 30-day metrocard. at 2 am.
apparently, they're trying to clamp down on fare evader types and people with fake metrocards? i don't even know. whatever it's for, rest assured it will bother we, the fare-paying, mta-hating public.
and now, some quotes from the story:
The Transit Authority has installed the software systemwide to prevent underground thieves who take spent MetroCards and bend them in the right spots to get an extra trip per card - which they then sell.
The TA has estimated that MetroCard fraud costs the authority $16 million annually.
look, man, i'm having a real fucking hard time swallowing the idea that there is $16 million worth of fare evasion every year. i mean really. SIXTEEN MILLION. that's a whooooole lot of money. a year. i am calling someone out. you are lying!!
they say that people are somehow missing the last fares on their cards, in which case the dude(ess) behind the token booth is supposed to buzz them through. this makes me wonder, why not just commit fraud that way? also, this reminds me of a story of a friend.
there is a silly thing that happens in brooklyn sometimes when you can't go into manhattan from the carroll & bergen street stops. my friend was attempting to do this, but knowing there weren't any manhattan bound trains, she went on to the coney island bound platform to get to 7th ave, where she could switch to the manhattan bound F.
so she's standing there waiting for a train and two or three manhattan bound trains roll through--and stop--at bergen street. at this point she realizes that perhaps she can just go to manhattan like normal people, but bergen street is one of those stations that doesn't give people the opportunity to cross back & forth between the two tracks, you go in one way, you're stuck there. so she's forced to walk out of the train station and cross the street and go back down, where her metrocard will not register because it's an unlimited and she just swiped it on the other side of the track. luckily (or so she thought), she was now in the entrance with the dude in the box. she explains to the guy what's happened and he refuses to let her through. she has to watch another train go by whilst waiting for the 16 minutes or whatever it is to elapse before she can swipe her card. this is bullshit.
on the flip side, i was in bergen street station once, late at night, drunk, when i decided to be a fucking retard. i don't know why we hadn't just gone straight through the turstiles, or maybe we'd--yes, that's what happened. we'd gone down the wrong side and were waiting for our cards to be useable again. anyway, they have those little things that say "please dispose your metrocard here" or something to that effect, and i was all "i'm cool", so i said to my friend "here, watch me tempt fate" and i stuck my card in and out a couple of times. it was so stupid on so many levels, but i was drunk and that's a reasonable excuse for just about any behavior. anyway, what i didn't realize was that i wasn't tempting fate in any way, i was de-magnifying my metrocard. my week-old 30-day metrocard. at 2 am.
jews find old shit in israel
actually, this is pretty interesting. some dudes uncovered a seal from the first temple (that's a wicked long time ago--like 2500 years)
and in slightly older and more random religious news, a holy cow statue was found in iran, suggesting ancient iranians (mesopotamians?) liked kobe steaks.
(merci, fark)
and in slightly older and more random religious news, a holy cow statue was found in iran, suggesting ancient iranians (mesopotamians?) liked kobe steaks.
(merci, fark)
i walk the (chorus) line
guess who's life story is becoming a broadway musical? the man in black. he's mourning the murder of his own diginity.
bomb du jour
The deaths brought to 1,934 the number of U.S. troops who have died since the Iraq war started in 2003, according to an Associated Press count.
that's just my baby daddy
somewhere along the way, i started sleeping with the radio on. i'm not entirely sure why, most of the time i turn it so low i can barely hear it anyway. but there are the times when i'll wake up and npr's playing "Lakme" and i listen to it in the silence and seclusion of the night. but most of the time i just turn it up when the first excruciating notes ring out from my alarm clock and listen to the news whilst debating whether or not to take the day off.
This morning was different, though. First I dealt with those few milliseconds of confusion. One by one I realized: my head is very heavy and in pain, my lungs hurt, my eyes will not open. Then the conclusion: “I appear to be hungover”. And a resolution: “I will be late for work” and I slammed the snooze button. After three unsuccessful attempts to will myself out of bed, I tried to slowly ease myself into consciousness with the soothing voices of npr’s newspeople. But then I heard about this.
Before I get any further into this, I’m sending out a call for assistance:
"There was never a ring, and after 1,000 proposals, it doesn't really mean anything," says White, who never felt pressure to marry, since her unwed parents have been together 22 years. "It was getting old. I was becoming a statistic, shacking up out of wedlock. And I didn't know if we were going downhill."
The woman who spoke the above words, whose parents have been together for 22 years, is 28. Anyone?
So anyway, I’m listening to this story (which, for whatever reason, is not on the npr or wnyc websites and which the post and ny1 and –duh– the times have ignored!) and I’m half asleep and all I’m hearing is “blacks don’t marry” “high percentage of out-of-wedlock children” the phrase “baby daddy” used in total seriousness and that this novelist thinks it’s her job to make people marry each other.
It's time to marry your baby daddy, says one Brooklyn woman. So she's helping 10 couples get hitched.
Who the fuck is she? I don’t care if people marry their “baby daddies”. If you’re going to do someone a favor, like give them a free wedding, don’t make it some moral soapbox so you can run around telling unwed couples with children (black ones only, it seems) that they need to get married. It’s none of your business.
The argument is that there is a very high rate of unmarried families in the black community and that there are too many children born to “baby momma/daddy” situations. While these things may be true, making a whole bunch of people get married is not going to make one damn bit of difference. You’re just married. That’s it. You can be married to someone and still not really give a shit about that person or the relationship. You can not be married to someone and be fully committed to and caring for your partner.
Basically, I think it’s really fucking irritating when people run around saying they need to save their communities by making them do stupid shit like getting married. How about some education? And family planning and birth control? Don’t go doing people favors to further your own social agenda.
I am a tad cranky this morning. afternoon. but come on, Marry Your Baby Daddy?
This morning was different, though. First I dealt with those few milliseconds of confusion. One by one I realized: my head is very heavy and in pain, my lungs hurt, my eyes will not open. Then the conclusion: “I appear to be hungover”. And a resolution: “I will be late for work” and I slammed the snooze button. After three unsuccessful attempts to will myself out of bed, I tried to slowly ease myself into consciousness with the soothing voices of npr’s newspeople. But then I heard about this.
Before I get any further into this, I’m sending out a call for assistance:
"There was never a ring, and after 1,000 proposals, it doesn't really mean anything," says White, who never felt pressure to marry, since her unwed parents have been together 22 years. "It was getting old. I was becoming a statistic, shacking up out of wedlock. And I didn't know if we were going downhill."
The woman who spoke the above words, whose parents have been together for 22 years, is 28. Anyone?
So anyway, I’m listening to this story (which, for whatever reason, is not on the npr or wnyc websites and which the post and ny1 and –duh– the times have ignored!) and I’m half asleep and all I’m hearing is “blacks don’t marry” “high percentage of out-of-wedlock children” the phrase “baby daddy” used in total seriousness and that this novelist thinks it’s her job to make people marry each other.
It's time to marry your baby daddy, says one Brooklyn woman. So she's helping 10 couples get hitched.
Who the fuck is she? I don’t care if people marry their “baby daddies”. If you’re going to do someone a favor, like give them a free wedding, don’t make it some moral soapbox so you can run around telling unwed couples with children (black ones only, it seems) that they need to get married. It’s none of your business.
The argument is that there is a very high rate of unmarried families in the black community and that there are too many children born to “baby momma/daddy” situations. While these things may be true, making a whole bunch of people get married is not going to make one damn bit of difference. You’re just married. That’s it. You can be married to someone and still not really give a shit about that person or the relationship. You can not be married to someone and be fully committed to and caring for your partner.
Basically, I think it’s really fucking irritating when people run around saying they need to save their communities by making them do stupid shit like getting married. How about some education? And family planning and birth control? Don’t go doing people favors to further your own social agenda.
I am a tad cranky this morning. afternoon. but come on, Marry Your Baby Daddy?
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