Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
So 'Old' York
New York is a great many things.
It's one of the few city-cities. Sometimes it's gray tall buildings, which seem depressingly grayer on cloudy days. It rat conventions in the subways. It's luxurious lofts, doormen, chihuahuas on the top and roach infested, closet sizes studios beneath. It's homeless men who claim the street like they've the space on a lease ... which reminds me of Addis. It's free stand up comedy a ride to your choice of destination (much love to the conductors on subways). It's people always in a hurry - possibly to the nearest coffee shop - stepping on your toes with their unnaturally high stilettos in the dead of winter (but, why, why, oh why?), and barely noticing. It's 'gentlemen' clubs in the middle of Time freaking Square.
As a self declared bumpkin, I dutifully take in this fodder for amusement purposes only. What I fail to understand and tolerate is hanging out with, say habehsa guys, and trying to catch a cab at the end of the night. Then I find the real rotten apple.
This is the routine.
The guys will stand at a distance from me and I'll hail a cab.
If cabbie thinks I look respectable (really, that should read as I don't look like i'm going to the Bronx) and that I'm by myself, then it will stop.
Sometimes the presence of hovering black men in the background is enough to send a cab to the furthest lane from my curb.
And accelerate.
If the cab stops but before entering the cab if I make the mistake of acknowledging the guys, it will speed off.
One of my friends brushed it off and said, 'you can't let it bring you down.' Me? Down? No, I think New York is pretty god dammed low, and some how everybody's fine's with it.
Madonna sings away ...
"If you don't like my attitude, then you can F-off
Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?
New York is not for little pussies who scream
If you can't stand the heat, then get off my street"
I guess I'm little pussy, so another drink for good ol'Joisy.
It's one of the few city-cities. Sometimes it's gray tall buildings, which seem depressingly grayer on cloudy days. It rat conventions in the subways. It's luxurious lofts, doormen, chihuahuas on the top and roach infested, closet sizes studios beneath. It's homeless men who claim the street like they've the space on a lease ... which reminds me of Addis. It's free stand up comedy a ride to your choice of destination (much love to the conductors on subways). It's people always in a hurry - possibly to the nearest coffee shop - stepping on your toes with their unnaturally high stilettos in the dead of winter (but, why, why, oh why?), and barely noticing. It's 'gentlemen' clubs in the middle of Time freaking Square.
As a self declared bumpkin, I dutifully take in this fodder for amusement purposes only. What I fail to understand and tolerate is hanging out with, say habehsa guys, and trying to catch a cab at the end of the night. Then I find the real rotten apple.
This is the routine.
The guys will stand at a distance from me and I'll hail a cab.
If cabbie thinks I look respectable (really, that should read as I don't look like i'm going to the Bronx) and that I'm by myself, then it will stop.
Sometimes the presence of hovering black men in the background is enough to send a cab to the furthest lane from my curb.
And accelerate.
If the cab stops but before entering the cab if I make the mistake of acknowledging the guys, it will speed off.
One of my friends brushed it off and said, 'you can't let it bring you down.' Me? Down? No, I think New York is pretty god dammed low, and some how everybody's fine's with it.
Madonna sings away ...
"If you don't like my attitude, then you can F-off
Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?
New York is not for little pussies who scream
If you can't stand the heat, then get off my street"
I guess I'm little pussy, so another drink for good ol'Joisy.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Somebody Else's Stream of Consciousness
Apparently working full time and taking multiple classes in an area that's not one's forte is not good idea. Hard to write when not having had much to think. But thank God (?) for little mercies that come in spurts, nay deluge, of anonymous comments. If you've a lot of time in your hands (mind you, I'm barely 1/100th through it) , and by a lot I mean a LOT, then read the comment here by a certain (3nd) Anonymous.
I found it to be interesting, and at the least amusing.
So far my favorite part's been the word 'masculinization'. Is there a masculinizer, too? 'Can I have a bottle of masculinizer, please?'
Masuculinize is defined as, the tendency for women to engage in cursing, casual sex, or be quick to anger and violence.
Of course, if the masculines didn't have masculinized women to curse at, have casual sex with, abuse in quick anger or be violent towards, their masculinity will be all wasted. Lo and behold, no masculinized women!
Does this count as a post?
I found it to be interesting, and at the least amusing.
So far my favorite part's been the word 'masculinization'. Is there a masculinizer, too? 'Can I have a bottle of masculinizer, please?'
Masuculinize is defined as, the tendency for women to engage in cursing, casual sex, or be quick to anger and violence.
Of course, if the masculines didn't have masculinized women to curse at, have casual sex with, abuse in quick anger or be violent towards, their masculinity will be all wasted. Lo and behold, no masculinized women!
Does this count as a post?
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