Hobo watch

...he was next door to my job

I'm with the wall...

Happy Holidays!

Happy holidays out there!

After weeks of denial about the pending festivities, I've finally given in to the holiday spirit.

I ventured through the Union Square holiday market, in search of a replacement for my ugly hat. That hat was my companion almost everyday during these Brooklyn days... oh well.

One another occasion after walking into the Starbuck in Union Sq, I ran into this guy:


He was honest. His message was true and we had an elaborate discussion about how he was faring out in the cold asking for money for his weed, whether or not he was aiming for a dime or a dub, where he makes his purchases and so many other fun things...

even shopping was something quick and easy to deal with this time around :)

and there was the good deed of the day: Some ghetto chick on her way to Hicksville (also my destination) at the East New York station was about to miss the train b/c there was a line to use the one (and only) functioning MTA vending machine at the station platform. I had just bought a roundtrip ticket, and split the bill and the ticket with her so she wouldn't miss her train.

Now i can get a taste of suburbia during my holiday stay at the parents. Lawngguyland.

Ohh and in case you haven't already, watch Jersey Shore. This is televised nostalgia. Not so much because I was a guido, but because they are such a LI/Staten Island/NJ cliche.

Snookie got punched in the face!!!

play on words!!!!!

Snow days

Thank you Gawker for giving me something to read while snowed-in in Bushwick.

123 reasons to love New York Now

Even the commentaries on the list (4 years later) are pertinent to my sentiments towards this city.

niege/snow/nieve

Brooklyn was on fire, and now the warmth come from this blanket of snow.

Devil Worship provided by: Target

Sleepyhead

After that summons, I've come to enjoy photographing the homeless. Why
am I so fascinated with these destitutes?!

Envoyé de mon iPhone

Ferosh...

At first I thought it was just a winter headband. But upon closer inspection it was evident that the white fuzz was fur on top of her hat. Trannylicious

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Hopefully it has love for me too...

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More photos of homeless people taking up too much space. Reason to acknowledge them: today was my hearing at the MTA adjudication bureau to fight a ticket I received nearly a month ago for being "sprawled out" on a Brooklyn-bound 3.

The jerk-off cop loses and I'm glad even if I spent the greater part of my morning waiting in queue to validate my point. I still have to follow through with my investigation with the NYPD because I feel as if an officer of this nature should not be out on the streets (or subway stations) ego-tripping and manhandling innocent people.

This one is for you fellow New Yorkers!

ESM pt. 2

The upper-middle class rendition of "empire state of mind"

Alicia Keys made an appearance this week on the Colbert Report. One of the highlights being her performance of "Empire State of Mind pt. 2). She had a bit of help from Colbert himself, versing on the woes of the top tier of NYC, lol.

Thank you Stephen Colbert for reminding us that refuge for us NYers is not a vacation, but seeking out sanction in the suburbs.

Libros

Couples that read together stay together. He draped his arm around here while they were each reading their own books. Then she curiously asked him how his was going.

:)

So anal

While walking on Flushing ave. in Bushwick, I encountered this little gem:

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Who was Mother Gaston? She must have been a big deal on East New York to have a blvd named after her. I think it's time to look the lady up

Hauntings from suburbia

LIRR, how I hate thee. Especially now, after reminding me of the travesty known as my education in Westchester county. On a different note, good for you SUNY Purchase, you've managed to exploit yourself on public transportation. I mean transportation that aren't the dreary Purchase shuttles that loop around White Plains taking students back to the BUBBLE.

I thought it was about the environment of my homeland... turns out it's just an ad hoping to abduct more Long Islanders. From one suburb to another...

So as if i wasn't enough of a hater on fat people. This adds to it:

Why all the hate you might ask? Well go figure that the transition from 11/12 to 11/13 would be it. I went out drinking, and in typical "me" fashion, i passed out on the train. I was homeward-bound, and yet I never made it home to sleep. The reason being that somewhere along my ride into Brooklyn/ REM cycle, i was ticketed and physically harmed by a police officer. He was a deuche. Straight up. He yanked me off the 3 at a subway station just to ticket me for being asleep. Now I wouldn't object to it if it weren't for the following reason:

1. I was not taking up THAT much room on the train, I distinctly remember passing out on the end of the bench so i could rest on the end rail. Conversely, the ticket says that i was "sprawled out."
2. If I had been left alone on this train, i would have probably made it back to Brooklyn in time for some sleep. it was 2:37 when this ticket was written. I would have been home probably by 3, 3:30 tops. As a result of this whole situation (being removed from my train and the whole ordeal with the officer), I didn't make it home until 5am and had barely enough time to make tea and be out the door.
3. To be called hostile would be an understatement. The nerve to pull this shit. This cop was an asshole, and was looking for some unsuspecting victim to take his pent up anger out on.
4. In pulling me out of the train, he managed to bruise up my arm. VIOLENCE!!!


blah, and to add insult to injury (no... not the bruise), I still couldn't get out of the summons, nor have I gotten a proper response back from the NYPD complaint department. And then there was the fat guy who was taking up what could probably fit 2 people. That's what i see on the train to work immediately after this shitshow. FML

AHH!

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Clearly they have

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Oh he's a winner...

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Fat people nerd to get over themselves. Yes, I'm a little guy, but if there isn't room in the seat next to me, don't squeeze in!

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Today must be my (un)lucky day, I found a bag of (probably laced) weed.

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Jesus, this woman just preached her way into manhattan. She should get a prize for 2 boroughs-worth of religious devotion.

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Do people really scalp tickets at the Metropolitan opera house?

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So... Another reason why I love NYC: I was on a BK-bound L last night with a coworker. It was packed, and although I stunk of onions and jalapeños, someone else was far more pungent. Something around the lines of foot and wet dog. So we have a random verbal encounter with a sassy Latina woman in regards to the chaos known as the late-night L.

Get on the shuttle bus departing from Lorimer, and I hear the same biker kid from the train screaming at the dispatcher. He had al reason to: they wouldn't let him on the bus with his bike. I remembered that he was saying something on the train about his excitement to be home after 3 days of not being there. Justified fury.

This reignited the conversation with the same Latina whom I was speaking with on the L.

Which brings me to today. That same woman recognized me while I was transferring at Lorimer. She knocked on the train window as it departed the station. I hope to run into her again.

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I guess there's no real translation in Jackson Heights. Creía que fue propina.

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There was snow on the ground on 5th... But it hadn't snowed...

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,Crazy lady on a 4am BK-bound D getting yelled at for talking to herself out loud by an angry conductor.

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Splat!

footsies

I guess I have a foot fetish... well for my own to be exact. It's more of a photographic account of all the grounds that I've stomped around. Different places, different temperatures, different surfaces and of course different shoes...

Summer drinking...Running in the concrete jungle...
Trekking over the Brooklyn Bridge....

Dealing with foreign residue in the subway station...

Weather was never an issue...Because I was even on ice...

Or basking and soaking...

With no shoes... (yes, that is electric green nail polish on my toes).

Serving as an excuse to check out boys on the subway....

Waiting...

That's actually Chicago... but still.

Derlique

So destitution was quite 'in' this weekend. And not necessarily the frumpy rainy-day outfits, but the appearance of more than usual homeless people. 5th ave was full of them this weekend, cliches amongst the stairs of church with cardboard signs and the occasional cup for change.

Look what the tempest scared on board.

Hiding in the bank...

And of course the bum who sleeps outside of Bloomy's on 59th.

Hopefully someone gets the Zoolander reference, jaja.

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Pre-packaged fun. Oh Willysburg.

:)

It's so evil

New York's finest.

So last nights debochery took place int the windy city, where the drunks are prominent after 2 and the homeless will chase you around town...

This is one persistent begger/homeless man: I switched subway cars to avoid his rage and his smell, and he just so happened to come into the next car to continue his angry rant as to why it is a blessing to help HIM. Fuck that!

Just witnessed an actual bitch fight

One thing that is most enjoyable about grocery shopping is taking notice of all the eyes prying into my bags.

Bless the Yankees and all the sexy straight men who are heading home on the 4 tonight.

Just because it started to rain, does not excuse you to carry a bag that smells of coffee and mildew on the subway

Just saw two lesbians at the bodega buying toilet paper and $5 Latina porn.

groceries!!!!!

I got a chance to finally go grocery shopping!

It's such a strange fun, to pick out things that you like to eat, and bring them home. I went to the TJ's in downtown BK. The selection was poor, but the people were entertaining. "Free samples" means you attract the most obnoxious of people, including this fat man who ran over the woman immediately in front of me on line just to get a nibble of brownie truffle and a sip of coffee. This initiated a conversation (which seemingly always occur between strangers and me) about the lack of consideration induced by the word "FREE." She guarded my stuff while i went to get some brownies and truffles, and i returned the favor when she went to be a sample hunter/gatherer.

There's something fantastic about food and well food shopping. You can tell a lot about a person just by peeking into their bag: what they can/cannot eat, how many people they are feeding, if they have a certain allergy, etc...
for example, it is obvious that she went to the open-air market in Union Square, and that she prefers veggies that aren't tampered with. She picked up a strange herb (over on the left), and perhaps watching her figure (the free-range organic poultry sausages at the bottom of that bag).

These were mine. What does this bag say?

J'ouvert

J'ouvert, the pre-cursor to Carnival (the West Indian parade that occurs on Labor Day) was insane.
Great music, great food.

It was a spectacle, despite the fact that we were the outsiders being looked at as just that. "You don't belong here" was the choice of words from many a person to us, just because we were curious and not black...

An ID lost during the festivities. Shamara Champaynie, I hope you found your ID

Have you ever witnessed a large flock of Jews running like it was the apocalypse? Check the station on Kingston ave (in Crown Heights) just before sundown. lol

What's worse, that I passed out on the subway to be woken up by half the train to give up my seat to a handicap woman, or the unwillingness of any of the other seated passengers to give her their own seat?

On the 4, homeward-bound during rush hour. The cars were slowly clearing up as we departed from Union Sq. A woman willingly gives up her seat and I did not hesitate to sit down. Innocent, right? Well the reason she was quick to get up as it turns out was because the gentleman who was sitting next to the now empty spot, smelt as if he had crapped himself. Disgusted by this (and slightly offended by the fact that this woman failed to mention anything about this human turd), I had to willingly give up my seat and move elsewhere

Tonight's crazy person was yours truly, who spent the last 40 minutes laughing out loud reading chelsea handler's "my horizontal life" on a Brooklyn-bound 4.

"I can sing and I smell, and I hate the world because i'm homeless!!!!!!"

Malena was her name. A cat at the neighborhood bodega. The kind that charm people in only to watch them be "necio." This naughty cat made her way into the beer fridge as we picked up our 40s.

So it's supposed to be ok that a bagman (baglady's male equivalent) is taking up half a bench on this subway with his trash after I spent 10hrs working on my feet???

While on my way up an escalator at the subway station, I had an African woman slip (or something of that nature) and fall on me down the UP escalator.

Blah blah blah

Versace

I failed to mention this, but Donatella Versace stopped by at my job on Monday afternoon. Clearly she had nothing better to do. Her bodyguard was window-shopping, and she brought this slob-of-a-man with her as well...

She looks like putty in person, and her face... well... essentially it looks like her face is stuck permanently like this:

Today, while waiting for my long island-bound LIRR, I witnessed a pimp recruiting a hooker-to-be at the Penn station mc Donalds...

Was sneaky and took a photo:

Fierce shoes

Black woman passing by the front of Hank's Saloon: "Y'all killing yourselves softly."
Me: "Did she just quote Lauren Hill?" "Um, fat black lady, you're killing me softly with your tank-ass."

I'm nauseous from the smell of this Long Islander's bologna sandwich. Oscar Meyers I'm sure.

Friday night

firstly: A random woman approached me while i was working today, to inquire about some clothing, and midway through my response she interrupts me to commend me on my "lovely accent." She proceeded to ask where I was from and before I could answer, I blurted out "I have an accent?!"

secondly: this thunderstorm was a relief from the sticky and hot weather we've had this week. What it didn't relieve anyone (including myself) was from the beggars out and about on the streets. Rain or shine, for a penny or for a dime, they were persistent.

thirdly: It is almost impossible to find a subway car with at least another sober person aboard.

numero 1 (take 2)

So I'm walking with my friend Richard down 7th ave (in the dreaded Penn Station area), and I see this posh woman walking while on her blackberry. She kept gawking at us, b/c we were talking about dick, and b/c Richard has very large spacers in his ears. While we distracted her with our whimsy, this angry black woman is walking in the other direction. The posh woman is walking straight but not paying attention, and the black woman glares right at her and hollers: "I know you ain't about to try to walk right through me, bitch!!!"

hehe

This blog is going in a new direction.

Less about me, more about something else.

What you may ask?

The randomness encountered in NY.

The craziness, the crazies, the weird, etc...

and that's starting tomorrow.

Enjoy

I'm in a new york state of mind.

This guitar will be the death of me

À Cause de quoi?

This is great. Yelle has been a francophone anomaly: synthpop à la française. I-tunes has done this genius thing again, the Foreign Exchange program. I just got a chance to download the second installment which featured Yelle (France) and Robyn (Sweden). Yelle constructed a french version for Robyn's "Who's that girl" while Robyn anglicized "À Cause des Garçons." They're really good. Yelle's version of "Who's that girl" may end up becoming one of the songs i translate for this never-ending thesis.

Qui est cette fille - Yelle

Les filles sont jolies
C'est évident
Et moi je le suis
Juste de temps en temps

Les filles sont jolies
Et épanouies
Moi j'essaierais
Tant que je serais en vie

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Ces filles ne disent pas non
Mais "pourquoi pas?"
Elles aiment les garçons
Et surtout toi

Les filles sont sexy
Quand elles te parlent
Et quand je le suis
Tu ne me vois toujours pas

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Faisons un petit jeu que tu ne connais pas
Tu serais la fille et moi je serais toi
Si maintenant les règles sont inversées
Est ce que ça va
Veux tu encore jouer avec moi a-a-avec moi

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Today's date-for-one was made possible by the letter G: governor's island, ginger ale, and curry goat on a rotti.

私はケリークラークソン を愛する。

Rawr...

Hot older woman = cougar. Hot older man = silver fox. Us (the 20-something year-olds that pursue/are pursued) = poachers lol

The office, 日本語 -style

おかしくて わらい が とまらいません。

jeunesse

Sesame Street. What a familiar address. :)

つぷ

つぷ = phonetically 'tsupu' ( a shortening conjured up by me for "what's up" [sup]) to be integrated into daily use. It's poor Japanese, but pretentious English, lol.

Musica

Shakira -Loba (she-wolf)

Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala, caminar caminar

Quién no ha querido a una diosa licántropa
En el ardor de una noche romantica
Mis aullidos son el llamado
Yo quiero un lobo domesticado

Por fin he encontrado un remedio infalible que borre del todo la culpa
No pienso quedarme a tu lado mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas
la vida me ha dado un hambre voráz y tu apenas me das caramelos
Me voy con mis piernas y mi juventúd por ahí aunque te maten los celos

Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir

Tengo tacones de aguja magnetica
Para dejar a la manada frenetica
La luna llena como una fruta
No da consejos ni los escucha

Llevo conmigo un radar especial para localizar solteros
Si acaso me meto en aprietos tambien llevo el número de los bomberos
ni tipos muy lindos ni divos ni niños ricos yo se lo que quiero
pasarla muy bien y portarme muy mal en los brazos de algún caballero

Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir

Cuando son casi la una la loba en celo saluda a la luna
Duda si andar por la calle o entrar en un bar a probar fortuna
Ya está sentada en su mesa y pone la mira en su proxima presa
Pobre del desprevenido que no se esperaba una de esas

Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala caminar, caminar

Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir

- what has been demonstrated by Shakira? que Pop en español de nuevo importa. Entre ella (quien tiene un nuevo disco por salir), El nuevo de Paulina Rubio (Gran Pop City, que tiene el exito "Acción y Reacción") y la nueva de Nelly Furtado, "Manos al Aire," sirven como señas de la influencia y fuerza de la musica Hispana.

Pride for once.... and ironically not instilled by this weekend's Gay Pride parade. lol

I'll never let go

ふたりでくつぬぎすてて、はだしでかけていこう, I'll never let go, 無感覚の中泳いで、不安御腹は知って'区。

treehouse

I have built a treehouse, I have built a treehouse, nobody can see us 'cause it's a you and me house.

わたしはきょにのおとととうちでマリ樹アナをすいます。

hair.

Cassie's new haircut. Don't care much for her music, but an asymmetrical haircut does always manage to grab attention. It's different.

On peut dire que...

On peut dire que j'avais des discrétiones avec la forme en que mommy
et daddy m'avait grandir. En mon case, je n'avais l'opportunité pour
fait mes désires, mise en secundaire a cause de les suggestiones et
les demandes de mes parents. C'est à dire malheureusment que ces
obligations m'ai consumé.

Je vois comme mes parents grandissent à mon petit frère, diego. Quel
chance qu'il se racontrer. Avec son troisième, mes parents le fassent
differentment: il a la liberté de faire qu'il voulait.

Sent from RooRoo's iPhone

I begin to wonder

I seem to wonder, let my mind wander because of the thoughts i ponder. What could have been is not, and what is may not have been. I'm perplexed as to why i played these cards. Had i acted in favor of some events, could i have altered the present? Had i neglected other things, would i have avoided dissatisfaction?

Insight is both a curse and a blessing. To know is to be aware and permits alterations to the now to improve on the future. But to not know is also a good thing; to not have thoughts of regret and wonder haunt the memory, and thus preventing an action to another reaction.

If only matters were as selective as hearing, neglecting to catch on to things that do not pertain to the now or to one's self, and to be alert and ready to digest the sounds about the present and how it will affect the future.

There is always a reason for why things are as they are, however a part of me wishes that i was oblivious until ALL things relevant unfurl. To sit here digesting fragments and to attempt to guess how things will work out is a torture, almost as bad as not knowing altogether.

Amor d'água

O que que é esse amor, d'água
Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor.
Esse amor com paixão, aí que coisa
Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada
Que coisa louca.

Papa-paparazzi

Gaga's done it again.

:)

homens

Is a 4 year gap too young? apparently the young guys are digging me, even though I want an aged wine. They're too fresh and their ideology is so unreal.

Black guys dig me. I don't know how i feel about that though... They're hot, but I want a nice white boy... or asian... maybe even a latino, haha. Chocolate is fun, but they have a habit of proving that (gay or straight) they're incapable of commitment. Ugh....

Alienated

Don't care much for Keri Hilson, but upon listening to this song, it brought back memories of shit that had started off right around now, last year. How creepy. How alienated.

You're the reason I don't change my number
Don't you know it's still the same
And I bet you remember that summer
When we kicked it everyday
Don't know how it happened, just happened
Kinda like we faded away
And I feel so alienated, don't you feel so alienated

I miss you and I want you back
I lost your signal, Where you at?
And I don't know how we lost contact
Where did you go? I'm searching for you
Can't get you outta my system
Outta my system, Outta my system
Can't get you outta my system
Outta my system, Outta my system
Can't get you outta my system
Outta my system, Outta my system
Where did you go? I'm searching for you

had this been 6 months ago, it would be relevant, but now a year after the matter, he doesn't really mean much to me, at least no more than a memory would; something that you recall for inspiration.

12-2

It's only a little piece of our family, but they mean a lot to me even if they don't know it.

AV 12-2 pt 1 (2007-2008). The original was the best. Luman, Eric, Mark and myself. I was the glue that made it THE PLACE, Mark brought gastronomy, Luman alcoholism (lol), and Eric... well himself. We did it well. Lizzy the 5th roommate, who brought Jurell and Brent, who brought lara and Renee... and well....
pt 2 (2008-2009), I stepped out, but was still there, and Mark, Jurell and Brent held it down. New faces, new feel, but it was still the gathering place, a Honolulu perse.

"This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good."

GahGah

I like her answers. Kudos

-Big dick
- To break me down into those three categories is.... sad.

日本語

Japanese or Italian?

This great debate is one of many resulting from my overly-anticipated exiting from undergraduate. 8 credits, 3 classes, and trips too numerous to count to NCC and SUNY P to get paperwork and anxiety about this departure out of the way. This degree is what this summer is about, almost as much as it will be about the sun, the beach and of course writing. Two weeks have passed where i've refrained from doing any work on my book, or on my thesis. They need to get done so that this chapter can be done. August, that's when it'll all be over.

this is no briget jones

...and tonight I just realized why I feel awkward in the gay community: gay guys suck, and Im not talking about fellatio. I have few gay friends and can't even manage to find a worthwhile guy, and sitting in the car with my new buddy and listening to his gay drama, I'm kind of relieved. Maybe death in relationship solitude won't be so bad if I avoid the drama and bullshit. "if this is a rom-com, kill the director.'

I ran into jon basedow of 'fitness made simple' fame at 7-11, rofl!