Bushwick Central

2009-10-13T22:23:00.002-04:00

Ok, this blog officially has been closed and won't get any new posts, esp. since I dun't live Bitcwhack anymore.

See finnegans-cake.blogspot.com

And possibly a new nabe-based centralized perspective on BK

2009-08-09T15:38:00.001-04:00

A statue of Angelina Jolie breastfeeding two babies on each teat under each arm... my god... what kind of sick mind conceived of this double-barreled motherdom's potency unleashed in a park bench statue!? I don't pretend to understand the motivation of this tribute to maternity. I just enjoy the fact that it exists, even as it proves our existence's depravity.

2009-05-17T13:12:00.002-04:00

Bushwyck Central -- will it forever stay in bushwick? what if it's based out of a different part of the borough --

just had to update to say this thing is not dead and not dying. i wanted to post some recent classic photos but can't find my camera right now and am going to have to put that off for a moment...

please enjoy these awesome videos. The first one is better not watched b/c its a very old song and there's no real video for it, just ones people have made. the video's not bad, but it might distract from the lyrics.

The second one is best watched with an intense stare and incredibly high.

2009-04-26T21:17:00.003-04:00

Just saw this movie on Saturday -- its of course getting panned by critics, and by people. by those who hate bret easton ellis and those who love him. I think everyone of course is a stupid fucking idiot. I've read all of bret easton ellis' books and think he's an interesting writer, although I don't think he's st. francis of assissi. I thought the movie was really enjoyable and had all the main memorable plot points from the random collection of short stories it's based on.

Anyways, this gives me an opportunity to mourn brad renfro.

I first really fell in love with Brad when i was a cynical teenager who thought the world was a fool's errand and saw Bully, which was directed by Larry Clark. Brad's performance I still believe was like totally outstanding, just the highest caliber.

Here he is Ghost world. Another role of his that I've been a fan of for many many years is in Apt Pupil. Basically brad died in January 2008 of a heroin overdose and a week later Heath ledger died so no one really seemed to care about brad -- to the point where during the academy awards "dead people" montage, he wasn't even shown. which was fucking sick and shows the depravity of our superficail glossy gossip magazines worship it today forget em tomorrow fuckers.

His early death was a real tragedy but he really did some interesting shit in his movies. Anyways, he was great in the informers -- although he had bulked up a lot by that point, the very end of his life -- he plays arguably the only good character, a lonely doorman at an apartment building. Don't know what else to say. this video is fucked up with its allusion -- esp. a 16-year-old brad who's started doing heroin telling an interviewer blithely, "acting, its like, if I did heroin, acting would be like my heroin. i don't do heroin but acting is like my heroin, it's my drug, I love it so much."

[Bully has a lot of great actors -- michael pitt, bijou philips (sean lennon's exgirlfriend who left him for his best friend who died in a motorcycle crash shorlty thereafter inspiring the album 'friendly fire), and that suicide girl who was on californication as the bald guy's slutty secretary]

[I recommend checking it out]]]]]]]]

2009-04-23T00:27:00.004-04:00

So, my 19-year-old girlfriend got pregant after sexual intercourse. now she has to have an abortion. I'm pretty depressed about the whole thing.

Just joking.

If you haven't read about the "hipster grifter" you can search those words and my name maybe also brooklyn and read about it. of course there's gawker and a billion other web sites with the uncensored "give you a handjob with my mouth" quotes but ne**ouse's version is served up piping fresh, bilious, humorous.

2009-04-09T20:22:00.007-04:00

Yesterday they say the sun was in the exact same position as where it was on the day the earth (universe?) was made.

What a great holiday. Happy passover!

Oh, and the DOC has a new program. Prisoners in rehabilitation can work as bookclerks at B&N!!!!

This has to be my favorite rite aid, at court st and atlantic ave. I was upstairs looking for erectile disfunction medicine and I found this crazy view they have!!

And the sun again from B***wycke Sextral HQ on CENTRAL avenue a t the end of the day.

went home to bostin for the weekend

2009-03-31T21:43:00.003-04:00

...and now find myself going to work again.

Going to take care of some big events tomorrow. One that I'm not allowed to talk about, by my psychotic editor. So we don't get scooped. Expect the details on B_wick CXXXXl sometime tomorrow. Also, the sentencing of cop-killer Le Woods. His accomplice who was convicted of murder Dexter Bostic read the poem Invictus by William Ernset Henley. Could Wood consider reading a similar text? perhaps To Catch a Thief or everyone needs a summer by lovage lyrics... hah, just joking.

Haven't listened to these songs in almost four years. Yes, I've been drinking.

beauties of booklyn

2009-03-26T22:46:00.011-04:00

I love BK...

so much.

the temperature of heaven
(unlike shitty weather today---let's blog about weather. could there anything more interesting to blog about?)

sometimes you're just driving back from the whatever and suddenly its like an almost-gothic cathedral of notre dame is chilling. my beautiful hizzouse

Stellan Skarsgard, Emily Watson -- breaking the waves is such a good movie...

If y'all haven't seen Dogville -- neither have I -- but if y'all haven't seen Manderlay, the sequel --- well, that shit was amazing. Dallas Bryce Howard: awesome.

Plus Zeljko Ivanek -- LOVE This guy.
Must go to B-ston for a brief visit -- so this blog obviously won't be updated -- it would be dishonest to transmit from B--ton in stead of B---wick...

District Attorney

This... woman came to our country from foreign shores and was taken in by the kindness of a family who opened their hearts and their doors to her and gave her and her boy a place to live. And this conniving. plotting. sadistic. communistic. woman. came into their home and how did she repay them? by planning to murder and rob them.

2009-03-23T21:52:00.003-04:00

this picture's actually a little old. roomie's birthday party our spot...people flipping out

WHI IS THAT
crazyness

2009-03-14T17:49:00.007-04:00

Have been reading the most wonderful and amazing book lately...

As I finished the guermantes way, I closed that book and opened the next in the series, inspired by having recently read that Proust left no indication in his manuscript of the ending point between The fugitive and temps retrouve, the last two books. Somehow he knew he would get pneumonia and die and didn't have time to make these sorts of decisions.

The opening of the book is that Marcel sees the Baron de Charlus and Jupien the former waistcoat maker bump into each other and then sneak off to fuck. It is when he realizes that the Baron is gay for the first time, and it seems like he's realizing that gayness exists for the first time. And then he begins this just amazingly beautiful and long meditation on what it is to be a gay man (despite being controversial, they printed this stuff on the front page of Paris newspapers when he released it to them).

I had been able to think that M. De Charlus had the look of a woman: he was one!
He belonged that race of beings, less contradictory than they appear to be,
whose ideal is virile precisely because their temperament is feminine, and who
are in life like other men in appearance only; there where each of us carries,
inscribed in the eyes through which we see everything in the universe, a
silhouette intaglioed into the facet of pupil, for them it is not that of a
nymph but of an ephebe. A race on which a malediction weighs, and which must
live in falsehood and perjury, because it knows that its desire, which, for
every created being, is life's sweetest pleasure, is held to be punishable and
shameful, to be inadmissible; which must deny its God, even if Christian, when
they stand arraigned at the bar of the court they must, before Christ and in his
name, defend themselves, as if from a calumny, from what is their life itself;
sons without a mother, to whom they are obliged to lie even in the hour when
they close her eyes....

So this goes on for about 35 pages. This is the first proust I've read not originally translated by C.k. Scott Montcrieff. I've read two modern library montcrieff/kilmartin/enright translations (cote du swann and guermantes), one montcrieff (within a budding grovev) and now out of nowhere, john sturrock. The new translation project is unimpeachable. And the language seems more complex. And the editions are more beautiful and more suited to the task and more perfect. They compare proust in his complexity to joyce. Now I sense that montcrieff may have been hiding something from me. Almost like he was dumbing proust down and making it simpler. The sentences were shorter and easier and there were fewer commas. That's all gone now. Sometimes on facebook I don't know how to make my info or status seem "good" or "honest" enough and I just want to write something like: "m. de charlus. duchess de guermantes. charles swann. odette du crecy." etc or just "sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrah sodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahvsodom and gomorrahvsodom and gomorrahvsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrahsodom and gomorrah

But I can't really do that either. Sodom is the city of homosexual men, gomorrah is the city of homosexual women, as p. describes it.

In other news, to make an interminable post even longer... its time to see watchmen again. Screenwriter David Hayer begs people to see the film on its second weekend.

http://www.hardcorenerdity.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2239098:BlogPost:40658

If the film made you think. Or argue with your friends. If it inspired a debate
about the nature of man, or vigilante justice, or the horror of Nixon abolishing
term limits. If you laughed at Bowie hanging with Adrian at Studio 54, or the
Silhouette kissing that nurse.
Please go see the movie again next weekend.
You have to understand, everyone is watching to see how the film will do in its
second week. If you care about movies that have a brain, or balls, (and this
film's got both, literally), or true adaptations -- And if you're thinking of
seeing it again anyway, please go back this weekend, Friday or Saturday night.
Demonstrate the power of the fans, because it'll help let the people who pay for
these movies know what we'd like to see. Because if it drops off the radar after
the first weekend, they will never allow a film like this to be made again.

Pathetic or awesome? I don't even know. But I do kind of want to see the movie
again now. Because I fucking really liked it + it's slowly dawning on me +
Hayer's words spoke to some of why that film was so good +... .... ... ... ... ... .... ...

But if you haven't seen it yet? Well, I'll just say this...It may upset you. And it probably will upset you.And all along, we really meant it to.Because face it. All this time...You there, with the Smiley-face pin. Admit it.All this time, you’ve been waiting for a director who was going to hit you in the face with this story. To just crack you in the jaw, and then bend you over the pool table with this story. With its utterly raw view of the darkest sides of human nature, expressed through its masks of action and beauty and twisted good intentions. Like a fry-basket full of hot grease in the face. Like the Comedian on the Grassy Knoll. I know, I know...You say you don't like it. You say you've got issues. I get it.And yet... You'll be thinking about this film, down the road. It'll nag at you. How it was rough and beautiful. How it went where it wanted to go, and you just hung on. How it was thoughtful and hateful and bleak and hilarious. And for Jackie Earle Haley.

10-4, Snake.

2009-03-09T00:43:00.003-04:00

I just have to put up this song. I like St. Vincent because something about her music sounds really unique and strange in a hard way to describe, but before I liked her music I just liked her album cover, but you could tell it would be cool. Its hard to say exactly because I could see her music being grouped in with someone more ... girly ... like Feist for example. But she really is not normal, she's sick on the inside! In a great way. I'm very happy to have this mp3 for people, its her new song the strangers. its awesome. gives you the apocalypse taste. I just feel like she seems like a really good writer and has like a very specifically planned sound. I don't know, just like the exacts of production are all controlled by her to get a weird trippy quality.

http://www.zshare.net/audio/5675504532312cba/

daylight savings time is weird, also

Did the U.S. government kill Susan Tsvangirai?

2009-03-08T17:43:00.006-04:00

Susan and Morgan Tsvangirai 2004

We all read about the wife of the Zimbabwe prime minister, who was killed in a head-on collision with a truck carrying AIDS supplies driven by a Zimbabwean, who, in the first articles on the subject, was reported to have been contracted by the United States government.

That detail doesn't seem to appear in the newer versions of the story. Here's the quote that's no longer being quoted.
"A U.S. Embassy official, speaking on condition of anonymity because the official spokesman was not immediately available, said Saturday that the truck involved was transporting medicine for AIDS patients donated by the U.S. government. It was driven by a Zimbabwean contracted by the United States."

Obviously, under president George W. Bush our country multiplied humanitarian funds to Africa by a huge amount, including a lot o' money for As I Die Slowly. So much that if there's a truck cruising through Zimbabwe, it's probably got AIDS medicine from America.

But in this suspicious death, there are only a few characters involved. Tsvangirai, the new prime minister. Mugabe, the "destroyer," president, from the opponent party. And the the truck, aka us- and reportedly british-purchased.

" Susan was reportedly flung out of the car as it rolled over and landed on top of her. Rescuers found her 15 metres from the wrecked vehicle, mortally wounded with serious internal injuries and fractures to both legs. "

So basically.
a) Why would U.s. participate in overseas assasination attempt one month after a peace coalition?
B)we all know our country is involved in corrupt shit that we don't know about.
c)it is not implausible or paranoid to think that the u.s. is assassinating people in africa and doing favors for psychos like mugabe. dwight eisenhower and the cia shot patrice lumumba to death and put mobutu in power in the congo 50 years ago.

Ultimately the sad part is that Susan and Morgan went through a lot together. he got arrested, beaten up, tortured, attacked, hung out a window, and she probably thought he was going to die all the time, and he probably did too. sick irony of life that lets her get crushed by an SUV instead. and given how far morgan has gone in Zimbabwe, through decades of hardship and unrelenting opposition, I'm sure she made a lot of that happen since their 1978 marriage. the wheel behind the wheel, you know.

"""""Just last month, Susan Tsvangirai praised the power sharing agreement telling the BBC that the past decade had been an “endurance test” for her husband and his Movement for Democratic Change colleagues.

“People went through hell, but they stuck to their ideals to seek change through democratic means,” she said. “This was a struggle that we endured with MDC cadres, activists, supporters and peace-loving Zimbabweans."""""""""""""

Leaving the hospital

In other news, I saw watchmen. It wasn't as good as the book -- the small changes to the plot weren't bad, but they somehow managed to pick the few moments of sublety that brought the story together and then change those. whereas dozens of throwaway scenes were preserved and re-done panel by panel. Even though it was so long and slow, I liked it, but the aspect I just described made many scenes literally unbearable for me. Missing the woods for the trees. Luckily my friends liked it, which proves what I said - do NOT read the book first.

Upcoming post. Zack Snyder: Ketman-esque, evil, incredibly sickly and darkly ironic devious genius who is trying to destroy american culture with a spiritual disease from the inside of their own minds?

crystal

2009-03-07T19:32:00.004-05:00

Please click play for maximum appreciation while reading

God I should never have left the crystal lake.

ANYONE WANT TO GO BOWLING!?!?!??????

there's a roomer that mooney stopped blogging. Mooney, you are a really cool person and have a unique character.

I just went to Mooney's infamous blog, the mother in law of all blogs, to post a comment. but because of google security and my "stupid-slow-chicken-peckin fingers" GOOGLE destroyed my comment. SORRY WORLD THIS shit now has to be rewritten. AND AMDE PUBLIC.

Sorry this blog hasn't been updated in a while, if anyone gives a fuck. (actually every blog I read has lately been at relative dry season. what does that mean?) I did make an update on finnegans cake. Is it lame to have a blog about how great you are? no, people. haha. The reason people quit blogging is boredom with themselves. We've all experienced it! ha hah! The only people who don't try it or consider it are the true narcissists. Like suicide? That's grim. Hah -- sorry. Ha ha! Sorry, in a weird mood. So I like having two blogs because it gets boring. And sometimes i don't even know which one i'm posting on. Its better to have two than one. Like girlfriends. Ha! Just kidding. No I'm not.

Girl advice from Marcel Proust.

Certainly, it is more reasonable to devote one's life to women than to postage
stamps or old snuff-boxes, even to pictures or statues. But the example of other
collections should be a warning to us to diversify, to have not one woman but
several. Those charming associations that a young girl affords with a sea-shore,
with the braided tresses of a statue in a church, with an old print, with
everything that causes one to love in her, whenever she appears, a delightful
picture, these associations are not very stable. When you come to live with a
woman you will soon cease to see anything of what made you love her [...] But
these secondary associations no longer captivate our eyes; it is to the heart
that they are perceptible and fatal. We cannot, under so dangerous a form,
regard the renewal of the miracle as a thing to be desired. But I am
anticipating the course of years. And here I need only register my regret that I
did not have the sense simply to keep my collection of women as people keep
their collections of old quizzing glasses, never so complete, in their cabinet,
that there is not room always for another and rarer still.

Before people call me a misogynist I'll say the advice works prob just as well for girls about guys. And Proust's troubles with girls may have originated in his raging hardon for men.

With that seque, here is the comment authored to the wonderful, irreplaceable, unqiue Katherine Mooney.

Kate, why stop? Why kill your blog? I know its boring and stupid and you hate it and there's no real point to keep writing and I understand that you have other writing projects to work on. But while these projects occupy your time they aren't shown to anyone. What about the public face? Surely it's not going to hurt you to write to different audiences, your self, your pixels. If we all just hid in the shadows like mushrooms growing in shit all the time then none of us would ever have anything to read on the internet and we would all become worse writers. Is that right? [the original comment I wrote was better. this is a poor translation.] In conclusion, you don't need to kill the blog. Why such finality? Why do people live in absolutes? You can always say hey people, i'm not going to update this shit-site anymore. But you can leave the door open for the occasional cellular phone photography or hilarious observation or wry update so people at least know what's going on in your life and that you still have a pulse! ben baker smith has a blog. He doesn't want to talk to anybody, but at least he's un-fazed by the prospect of planting a small internet flag and saying fuck it! that's what I like to think of what I'm doing as.

As for Neil Young, yes I like him like a small child in love, but it is by no means a uniquely male perspective. I started listening to him when I was a freshman because I felt it was necessary. he has such a beautiful voice, and such beautiful lyrics. Essentially, as you listen to his albums, over several years, you start to notice and enjoy certain songs that you would pass over hundreds of times before you appreciated them, and you just find these tunes that are amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing. And then when you're a sophomore living in Keep and you're on the porch and Roman ... ...? (polanski? Verdurin?) and Mark .... ... ? (Wechsler? Brookline?) are humming a little ditty and strumming the guitar and you hear some familiar lyrics of "tell me why" you can just join in with low vocals singing along and fuck -- there's nothing better. And in addition, CROSBY STILLS NASH AND YOUNG. Need I say more!??! And in addition, I actually saw him recently a couple months ago and he was really amazing, really powerful musician, hypnotic in a way that would require several hundred more words to describe. End comment.

Bushwick Sociology

2009-02-18T21:15:00.004-05:00

What a cracked out fucking week and its only hump day. I got rained on until I wished for scarlet fever today after racing through/banging out a couple of silly articles. Part time job was a blast and a hassle with the "women of Legalaide" who want me to work on some project. I nearly gave myself a conniption fit. Everyday going into the office these days is like, I could be walking into a fucking buzzsaw...

Bushwick Sociology
When you walk to the train, you make observations. Only one thing can cheer you up.

Yes, the lovely Amanda seyfried on the inside of a bus shelter ad for big love season 3 (couldn't be less interested, not to be overly critical) and...BUSHWICK SOCIOLOGY!!!!

How have I become a different person since living in Bushwick?

I somewhat enjoy strolling through a train station looking cracked out and, perhaps, homeless. Wearing a rugged or dirtied winter coat somewhat pleases me. I feel carte blanche when it comes to talking myself, or during a particularly bad morning/hungover going to work, even singing aloud to myself while strolling along the platform. Everyone else does it.

How does it affect myself to live in a predominatly non-white area of projects?

wewewer Well, I don't really know, except that I have a new love for puerto rican music, a deep trust for dominicans (those guys at the bodega are dominican, right?), and in predominantly white residential areas (not my hometown, but specifically in Brooklyn, I guess) I feel nervous, jumpy, agitated, aware, and frightened.

What is the best part about Bushwick?

The tiny outposts where few white kids gather, like the Gotham city bar that I visited last night, just a few blocks away, with the walls covered in (actually quite good) comic book art. Tuesday nights pbr is $1 until 12, so that was nice. And its nice to see white/various hipster types who are dirt poor and hoping to start a conversation with someone, anyone! rather than the fucking ferragamo-boot snoots with their nose in the air.

Do you at all feel connected to the community?

W well, maybe, not a great deal, but to some extent, but assuredly, it does have the feel of "home" by this point (nearing six months by the end of this month, at which point myself and roommate are planning our first official gala, at least in my eyes, that is to say I intend to actually try to get some people to come this time and may move some furniture out of our 8 x 12 living area).

What do you love the most about it?

THE PEOPLE!!!!! There Roommie, Britt, and a passer-by struggle together to pry open a car-door locked with the keys inside. Roommate's car, that is. We weren't like collectively jacking someone's shit. Although passer-by tried valiantly he wasn't able to help, first he asked for $50 but then did it for free then gave up and left, but then the dominicans (?) at Max's gave us a long extended-claw hand which by levering and twisting the door open (permanent partial damage) snagged those fuckers out of the ignition and swung them out.

Recently re-watched Across the Universe - great movie. Had very intense reactions from all of us, including myself.

B***-Wycke Cxxxxx Visists A Church

2009-02-14T13:57:00.004-05:00

CEILING LAMPING

What?

For I the lord thy god am a jealous god, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me, and shining mercy unto thousands of them that love me and keep my commandments.

Happy valentines day, Bushwick. I'm not a big fan of this institution called valentino but I won't call it a bad one until the end of it later tonight. Actually had a good night last night partying in B-wick's housemates' flat with an assortment. One girl was all bandaged up because she had blow-torched a hole through her hand. Sweet.

Life in B-wick continues fruitfully. I've been appreciating the moisture of Takstar, the Richard Farina eroticism of wisdom, etc.

I just wish there were more hours in the weekend and that I didn't spend them all fucking asleep! curse my professional labors. Hah! Last night I got woke up by a call from an old friend whose gone back to college. I wasn't expecting the call and was thrilled by her greeting and descriptions of casual lesbian sex. It woke me up to say the least and began Newhouse in a more predatory mood. Haha, say no more. I saw another old friend recently who is dating a guy who is an old friend of mine that I haven't seen in a while. What a shocking coincidence. How am I supposed to keep track of all these people? Sometimes the thought is, tell people to visit Bos-wijck Breukelen Cxxtral and catch up on varieties of eventualities, but that wouldn't exactly be cool, would it.

That girl came with me to photograph a concert we got into for the newspaper by a band called Golem. Basically contemporary klezmer rock but with some attitude, high volume, etc. They sang in yiddish english and russian. The band before them sounded a lot like Man Man, all yiddish lyrics. These bands are nuts. Who are these people? But they just look like a bunch of crazy fucks singing and dancing on the shtetl, so you know I'm game. I mean fuck it! I actually kind of liked the whole crazy situation! That was on Thursday night.

Hopefully I can use the pictures she took but she was just using my little digital camera. This one I took myself. Click on all pictures for hi-rez.

Pregnant chick on the right, you can probably tell, is a great showman and very funny. Guy in the middle got SHITFACED during the show. He just kept drinking vodka out of a little tea cup and at one point had like three or four full tea cups in a row. He started stumbling around, interrupting other musicians, and kind of pissed them off a little bit, it seemed. But he didn't mess up a vocal or tamborine break, so you got to love it. Did I mention this was their record release party at Music Hall of Williamsburg? For the new cd Citizen Boris.

Chris Brown Commentary

2009-02-10T21:10:00.008-05:00

Approximately a year ago I was working at the Chronicle-Telegram newspaper in Ohio. I remember driving around being really happy if I was lucky enough to hear "With U" or "Kiss Kiss." Now I can't walk down the fucking street with hearing this DV scandal being discussed. Or some girl yelling at her boyfriend, "Stop it Chris Brown!" etc

"B-Wick Cxxxxx" visited the federal courts for a little mafioso trial, bro on the right, of course trials are never that exciting but this one was more ridic than usual. the "alleged Gambino family assassin" pictured above (right) with John Gotti Jr is now 62 and seemed, in a somewhat dark way to be enjoying the whole trial thing.

And that picture is in an ENY warehouse that's now trying to be taken over by the dept. of education.

'Court papers depict the junkyard as the scene of hellish crimes straight out of Dante's "Inferno."'

Just watched Scanner Darkly, didn't think it would be good but it was pretty tight...

"Angel transformation into Illyria"

"Braveheart execution scene"

Anyways have to throw shoutout to Takabeast aka TAKSTAR PARTY WITH A DRUM KIT with his summa cum laude appearance of fearsome musical talent. Download the album, burn the album.

Circa 2005

Brilliance?

2009-02-05T23:29:00.003-05:00

"What?" -- Richard M. Nixon

Ok, I changed my name and deleted my information because this is no longer "my" blog, its just like my fan web page for myself which I will hopefully use to post images of the poverty-stricken and working-class and life-lessons -- just joking of course! No, this blog is dead because its getting boring and I am never going to update shit if it becomes boring: that's why we have a new thing.

This is a really, really great video. please watch it if you can handle folk music circa 1966. Oh yeah, I mean, its not just the acoustic guitar and the old-timeyness -- its like, sometimes don't you wish you lived back then? Richard Farina is an obvious interest of mine since I posted the picture of his book which I've been glancing at lately, and why? Well, that's not important - wikipedia the man and his brief wondrous life if you want to. It started like this: you're opening up a massive orange book called Gravity's Rainbow and it says, For Richard Farina, and then you start to wonder, who could this man possibly be. It's just kind of interesting.

So, lately have been trying to read Knut hamsun, william james, finish absurdistan since some guy lent me a copy after I lost my copy in the office and then wandered around like a ghost handing out fliers with pictures of the book and asking everyone if they had seen it circa three months ago, and now have picked up where I was and I was a bit bored but I am now really enjoying it -- guess I just needed a break -- also, he makes so much fun of Oberlin kids, it is hilarious, talks about "Accidental College," which is also hilarious because I guess he's making fun of Occidental? whatever -- The ice-shirt by william vollman, and blood meridian, and some salinger stories about Seymour Glass. want to finish them to start something else, but start something else before I finish.

work is still a good time but honestly having a job sucks. I could be fired -- but do I want to be fired? No, i told myself: yes your office is making kickbacks and cuts and you as a recently hired employee are ripe to be cut down, but instead of fearing it I try to make myself hope for it -- it would make my life more interesting for sure, being thrown back on the streets, collecting unemployment, and hopefully, MAYBE, getting a job flipping burgers or something near my house and not have to travel a fucking hour to work every day. So that's where that is. As far as my articles go, they're becoming better, much better. It feels good to finally see yourself become better at something you try to do over and over isn't it? But its still not exactly a career - what a disgusting word.

Just watched the Celtics lose by a point to the lakers, was disgusted with the lame finale of Ray allen getting quasi-fouled. My foolish tool - toolish? - roommate tries to refuse to watch sports -- I would fight with him for the remote, but I barely have the energy, since I've been eating very little lately. Not to sound self-pitying, but we literally have almost no food and no money to buy any. I probably won't get a paycheck tomorrow on payday, according to office paranoia and office-gossip. But y'know, that's ok. intellectually I'm alive - and I wanted to go on a diet anyway. Cigarettes, drinking, not eating -- it's almost fun?

I think that's the end of this popst, it seems too long. I renamed myself Edevart after a character from "wayfarers" or landstrykere or if I put it on facebook as my favorite book it would look like this:
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and I want a better name, if someone has a suggestion. i want a name that will let people know that its me if I stalk them with comments, but won't tell any intermeddling authority figures or thought police who i am or how to find me - I guess Sam would work - how about, Sam [fake name]? like, literally, with the brackets. th...that doesn't make sense. I thought about some of my "joke" nicknames from high school that I made up: starfish sam and sam star were two of them, part of a homosexual version of myself that I would use in those old stand up comedy routines, kind of, no, not really. But people did call me that sometimes and it was to uproarious laughter by all. I will try to conceive of a new name after I clik "publish post"

I really need a new lightbulb for my room, this shit is so fucking dim

I'm trying to think of last pictures - I was about to post on some old classmates blog I just found, but you see that they'll just be like - who is edevart? (perhaps i should just keep the name).

OK, this one is good: joan Baez, mimi (baez) farina, pauline (baez) harden: girls go out with guys who say no [to the draft]

2009-02-03T21:25:00.003-05:00

Based on some factors feel the need to go undercover.

Underground.

Belowtheland.

Lowlands.

2009-01-28T23:11:00.005-05:00

Not much going on just a lot of boring days. Try to practice "I don't know" thinking. Tomorrow I believe is a D.A. press conference at a raided warehouse that I'm going to...app. fake miniature guns? These things are usually kind of fun, in awkward ways. See random people, other reporters, cops, lawyers sometimes, take pictures of crazy shit. Actually the warehouse isn't that far from my place so I might just walk on over there. Bahahaha.

Here's the cover of cadence weapon's album if you're interested its a mixtape that you can pay as much as you want for.

You can download that shit at http://www.cadenceweaponmusic.com/. I got mine for 0.0o, thinking I'm broke, and then it quizzes me: why did you choose that? I say, couldn't afford it. But i guess i could've done like. 50 cents or something.

Its pretty tight mixtape, but its a bit techno-heavy and there are a bunch of other artists on there...
Check this one out for size. "Pretty Girls Make Raves"
http://www.zshare.net/audio/54805257315cbe67/

Not a lot's going on otherwise. tried to watch max payne, and it was...truly horrible.

Actually had to turn it off.

Trying to keep life interesting...musically, the girl downstairs burned merriweather post for me. I'm not exactly in love with it, but I have been trying to listen to it and let it sink in...my ipod headphones are broken so i can only listen to it when I'm home. I keep comparing some of the songs to the live versions that have been out for a while. I never get into AC albums right right away...always takes a little time to get used to the sound. I don't know why they renamed "Song for Ariel" as "Guys' Eyes"...Brother sport is pretty good, though, because being able to understand the lyrics makes it sound less like crazy wailing.
Actually I've also been appreciating final fantasy a bit more lately. I've had his albums for a long time and i'm finally starting to see it's pretty good.

How about that super bowl...I actually am probably going to be on a bus, back to new york from boston, as of 8:00 so will only watch the beginning. I'm sad I'm gonna miss the halftime, but I mean, who gives a fuck about this bowl. The Cardinals fucking suck. The steelers...will definitely win.

2009-01-18T19:56:00.003-05:00

http://www.zshare.net/audio/54337408b3deec3b/
Cadence Weapon. please listen.

I'm hooked on this song. ANything that starts with the line "Have you ever done coke off a book?" is good. I first saw Cadence in this video, not just doing much, but I could tell he'd be cool, and was happy as shit when I finally got to hear him rapping.

This video is just kinda cool, it's like Final Fantasy and cadence weapon got destroyer to sing a song with them even though he's blasted and clearly has never rehearsed with them, but I mean, I appreciate that kind of crazy shit. Of course, these guys have real names. But let's just use their titles.

Not much happening in Bushwick except for a bye-bye bush party last night in the nice part of town. It was funny: bye bush, bushmill whiskey, busch in the fridge, etc. Lot of drawing and tagging of one giant bush and the forty smaller bushes on the wall. My contributions were minor: I drew the star of islam. I tried to start some conversations with girls: "So, I was thinking of drawing a big swastika on him, but I don't want to be too edgy!" Crutchy, aka my roommate, was a huge hit with the crowd. My other friend, Reed, drew a masturbating bush who is also shooting himself in the head with a gun. It was a success, of course!

This is an early photo, he was much more defaced by the end. One of the bro's who lived there said he'd been in that apartment for four years and then another guy had been in B-wick for seven years, so that's like deep community. They urged us to appreciate it. I was jealous that they had a nicer apartment with actual stores nearby. The only thing my exact location and neighborhood encourages me to do is leave it. But I do like it.

CONNOR IS PETE CONNOR IS PETE CONNOR IS PETE (photographic evidence)

2009-01-13T21:45:00.004-05:00

Oh god, I nearly died after working six days last week. I wouldn't last two seconds doing a real job. Well, maybe the evenings spent drinking contributed to my chronic exhaustion? point repeated: would not last two seconds doing a real job (that is, drinking in a factory in Slovakia making steel kitchen sink units for the American public).

I also have been having to help my roomie out. At the end of New Years, me and him got back to our apartment together (had a loud drunk argument over whose fault it was that we got lost in the taxi and ended with me headlocking him. Cab driver, who had yelled at us earlier, becomes calm peacemaker: "Hey, hey, stop that! Sir, please, it's not his fault." ) So then to add hilarity to humor, he somehow fell over backwards walking up the stairs, sprained his ankle severely. Yesterday at the doctor discovered that he actually has a fracture and can't walk for 4-6 weeks except for with handicapped-kid "braces." (But how did the fall happen? DId he just fall? did I shove him? did i casually turn and catch him off-guard? can't recall).

New Years was a night made great by collection of characters: S. Flores, R. Reid, A. Viscoksty; et al. M. Goldberg, co-worker, Maeve D'arcy, friend and acquaintance. Left party (see: unknown college acquaintance), went to bar (see: lower east side, a.k.a., I found out today, the west village), got smashed (see: black-out), had fun, stole bottle of smirnoff (see: dropped it right out of my coat while walking out the door circa 4:30 a.m.) (see: only found that out a few days ago).

tomorrow get the excitement of going to court for sentencing of robert ellis. Must get there early before police pack the courtroom. Today had the excitement of getting to leave the office to walk around downtown brooklyn for an hour or so taking pictures of gas stations, talking to a guy at a gas station (Sajar), and a woman at a taxi service, and saw lots of random cute women around. Any day when I get to leave the office and go somewhere is a good fucking day. Tomrrow (wednesdays) go to part time job in the afternoon, repeat: get to leave office early is a good day.

At South Brooklyn Legal Services, I have a desk in a tiny alcove with stacks of books and boxes and a little red wagon that someone put there. It is dark, dank, and humorous. All the office ladies love making wisecracks as they pass by. Its the brat pack. the only problem is that due to economic crisis, foreclosure crisis, etc, the head of SBLS has agreed to also oversee a Queens Legal Services branch, so he's not around to check out what I'm doing and my subsidiary bosses (J. Light, P. Krishnaswamy a.k.a. Lassie) are too busy to really work with me, but I just chill in my alcove.

My old facebook photo: works best if you look at it while chanting, "CONNOR IS PETE! CONNOR IS PETE! CONNOR IS PETE!"

Need to buy this. went to get the vinyl and digital download as I said, but they didn't have it. Also, my record player is broken and too old to be repaired. Also, its economic crisis for january. I have no shame about money, so estimated balance: $60. Can't wait to get paid :) (at least that's after buying groceries) (its not so much managing money that gets me, its the whole balancing the checkbook aspect and checks clearing). So I'll have to wait on "Merriweather Post Pavillion"...maybe its better this way? if expectations were too high I might not like it.

2009-01-08T22:03:00.007-05:00

Sorry about that insane diatribe - but what am I supposed to do? I felt guilty for writing it, but then today was greeted by more cop brutality in the news. FUCK it.... The nicest incident was just today, jostling to get into a movie theater, as part of the VIP/press crowd. I bump into a cop and he just gives me this cold hateful stare. Newhouse: "sorry, officer." Cop, sneering: Yeh, just don't ever touch my gun again."

Whatever, he was probably nervous because we were creepin into the...NOTORIOUS screening at BAM!

Unfortunately, since I only contacted the press people earlier today, I did not get a pass to view the film. I went anyways to see what was happening, talk to my contacts in borough president's office and see if I could sweet-talk my way to a ticket. Didn't get one, and the whole ordeal just made me wish I was seeing the movie so bad.

There goes Jesse Jackson!!!

Pretty sure that's director george tillman (the man)

That's anthony mackie aka tupac shakur, possibly the most accomplished actor present. he looked totally freaked by the crowd of press when he stepped in. this is the "newhouse, are you taking a picture of me?" face.

There's BIGGY...Damn he looks like him. THought it was his son at first! Not sure who the other guy is although he was talking a lot and being hilarious.

Eeeeyy,, Jesssee!!! He's got his men with him. Spoke about Big's music, spoke very softly and I shoved my way into listen. He was being pressured by the people from the source about shit. He was like, yes it is a bit obscene sometimes, but he's such a figure for our people and I love his music. And [inaudible] make it into a business look at hip hop now what do you see. Jay-Z. Puff Daddy, they're taking hip hop into the next generation, that's the future of this art form.

Ok, thanks Grandpa. No, seriously it was sweet to see him in person just like striding through the crowd and shake some random guy's hand who turns to his friends and is like, "I just shook J.J.'s hand man!" The only reason I was there is because Borough Prez Marty markowitz honored Biggy with like a proclamation to his mother and spoke before the film, so they sent out a local press invite. Some of my co-workers were debating whether Markowitz legitimately has the right to commend a former crack dealer, and I got worked up as hell defending biggy.

My boss, 30, from buffalo: Look, the guy was dealing crack!!
Me: Yea, but he had no choice. Listen: 'this is for all the teachers in school who told me I wouldn't amount to nothin, and for all the landlords in building who called the police on me for dealin crack out front when I was trying to support my family.'
Boss: Yea, I know some people grow up in that situation [...] and its like, you can be good at sports, or you end up in drug culture!
Me: Either you got a killer jump shot or ya slingin clack rock. I mean crack rock.
Boss: What?
Me: That's a biggy line.

---------------------Anyways, so I saw Marty Markowitz (although I was too shy to say hello, we did grimace at each other in a humorous way at one point while passing) but I did speak to his press guy. It was funny - they looked as out of place as I felt. Fuck, I don't cover movies or celebrity events and I didn't know half the fucking people there, but it was like being on E! network or something. Bonkers. And cool. (It was funny though, Marty Mark was walking around and the guy who had shaken J.J.'s hand sees him and yells to his friend, "Dude! That's marty markowitz! He was at my fifth grade graduation! Damn he's old!") Also, got to see a lot of the NYC periphery to the movie biz. Like the bro at the VIP door check yelling, "i need to get in. this can't happen! I've got talent! This can't happen!" or a guy trying to get out, "i'm from FOX!" etc. hilarious, when its guys. when they're female, its different. THe most beautiful young women in the world are brought to NYC to work in the studios and movie biz. Actually I got introduced to one of them, Phaedra from fox searchlight.

I need to start going to more events. I keep forgetting that I'm allowed to go to free shit as long as I hold the notebook and pen in my hands.

2009-01-07T20:06:00.002-05:00

I had a recent revelation yesterday that although I respect "cops" it is literally fucking insane the degree to which our society worships them. Professor once told me when I was saying something positive about America's freedom that, in other countries there aren't huge untouchable guys with guns and licenses to kill walking around the streets. And that, here, behind everything, there is this stark reality: the threat of brutality. The threat that if you actually step out of line you're going to get clubbed the fuck up and shot in the face. Or maybe tasered while you're on a ledge and then unconscious you fall down ten feet, crack, onto your neck and die. And yes, the cop may feel bad afterwards, so bad that he takes his own life. But that's because he's a victim too. There are 40,000 fucking police officers in New York city. I know they sociologize themselves into self-worship because they put their lives on the line and sure they've done a lot in this city and sure the crack epidemic is over but I swear to fucking god I want to leave this fucking country because I'm tired of living in a military state.

Robert Ellis one of the three accused of murdering a police officer, seemingly because DNA evidence didn't match him to the guns, but it did match the other two guys.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/ny_crime/2008/12/17/2008-12-17_robert_ellis_acquitted_of_murder_in_russ.html

A furious Patrolmen's Benevolent Association President Patrick Lynch declared outside the court: "This mongrel today got away with murder. There is no way to describe the anger that the New York City cops have."

Editorial: "

Jury that acquitted Robert Ellis in the killing of Officer Russel Timoshenko betrayed New York"

dexter bostic convicted of first degree murder

Timoshenko's mother, Tatyana, was asked if she thought justice had been served.

"In this case, yes," she said. "But from the previous one, it was very disappointing."

Police union chief Pat Lynch said the racially mixed jury showed "courage" with the across-the-board conviction.

"They should be proud of themselves, because they have stopped this animal from going on the street and killing someone else's son or daughter," he said.

"We have another jury out. We hope they follow suit."

Lee Woods: mistrial

Of course, these are all from the Daily News, one of the shittiest, most retarded, cop-dick-sucking tabloid horribly written pieces of shit, right after the Post, so what do you expect. And look I'm sorry your son got killed but I mean a lot of people whose children get shot don't go around demanding that the three men who were there when it happened all get sentenced to life in prison or executed or whatever you want i know its just a psychology but it really...

"Cops formed two walls of blue outside the courthouse and applauded as the mother and other relatives walked to an NYPD van to go home."

Somethign about it seems to show a sickness in our values and in our country to me. I probably shouldn't post this.

2009-01-06T19:28:00.002-05:00

Absent-minded dumb fuck that I am, when I come out of a train I almost always go down the wrong street. I also miss my train stops. Its like, you're recalling a conversation with a young woman, and then you realize the doors are closing on your beloved Gates Avenue sign. So, I am developing the habit that when I come up from the subway I just ask the first random person I see which way I should go, instead of even making an effort. Yknow, taking a few steps that way, trying to peer at a sign. Etc. It leads to numerous charming encounters. When I got off the stop after my house, while walking back I discovered a delightful Dunkin Donuts, amazingly close (recently grand-opened). if you know me, you know that DD is my favorite cafe/restaurant. Today I did it while trying to buy the new animal collective record. However, I got cock-blocked hard, when the Virgin megastore people, or "Virgins" told me that some problem with the distributor prevented its timely arrival. I would have gone to more stairs but in a frail and weakened state went home instead to read the biography of L. Tolstoy, which now seems to just take you down into... uh... its getting dark. I saw some other young guy, who had eyes like Charlie Manson, reading Infinite Jest. That's like the third or fourth time I've seen it recently and am thinking instead of putting it off should just get into it while the sort of group hysteria continues.

REMIX@!!!!!

2008-12-09T01:54:00.002-05:00

tonight got to attend BODIES the exhibit and then was treated to an amazingly good dinner and got to meet some random developers lawyers and people whatevers including some guy who told me that he owns the Fairway supermarket building (?!?!?!?) said man also owns a salt mine. Thank you job. Last night I wanted to quit you and go to Rumania and spend idle times studying Victor Brauner in pursuit not of degree but...
Anyways now I like my job again. Almost every other day, change the minds.

Vaguely wanted to a recap of a drunken conversation I alluded to before, so lets do this quickly.

Me: (enters bar)
--don't remember--
Lawyer guy: YEah i'm a lawyer in downtown brooklyn. you working at theagle uh??
M: YEah I just started there i'm doing courts man i write about the legal scene there and the judges man
L: Yeah you know the beagel fucked me over one time
M: WHAT? What happened? What did they do?
L: It was that guy there! That guy who works there, that young guy!
M: Ryan?
L: YEAH! He pput it in the headline, yknow, about a client of mine, so and so, you know, that so and so KILLED somebody. And this was during the trial! He wasn't convicted! You
M: allegedly...
L: Need to say he's accused of murder! you need to say allegedly!
M: Allegedly...
L: YOu can't say someone killed someone when they didn't do it!
M: Ah man I know allegedly! Allegedly! Yo that kind of shit hapepens sometimes its so fucked up but you know its hard and we don't have good proofreaders sometimes we end up with this kind of shit
L: Well I know but
------don't remember------
M: Yea I got to meet some of the Justice You KNow Mango
L: Oh yea I know Pat!
M: She's hot man
L: HAa ahaha HAhAh!
-------don't remember anything from this point except the side-to-side cavorting like a seesaw of the man's face while speaking and swinging of arms with glass of some drink sloshing all around and laughing really hard both of us. around this point group's attention drawn to the pedohphile priest who offered a blowjob to the wrong person and after a distant scuffle in a faroff corner under a dim light goes off to a booth by himself where he sits looking distressed until some of his gay altar boys approach him to help him relax, there was about three of them.

Recent identities

2008-12-08T00:39:00.003-05:00

Occurence of late limited few dull indescribale actually quite fun. The worst part about weekends is staying up friday til like 8 am and then on saturday til like 4am and sleeping late and then sunday you can't get to sleep and then on Moonday you feel like shit. At my workstation at work, which I use only 3 days a week and so don't really adorn with personal or pagan idolatries, I put up a delightful red, probably printed in 1991 book: "Why Do You Hate Mondays, Garfield?" Very funny and the woman who uses my desk the other 2 days and is one of our paper's longest-running employees approved it. Example: Garfield finds a landmine in his water bowl, "It must be monday." America's funniest cat.

After certain events that I don't want to talk about that occurred last night but I will say it was the first time something has happened in oh two and a half years, and waking up in my room, at 2pm, fully dressed, contact lenses still in eyeballs, all lights on, had to laugh my ass off and climb over the bed out the window on the fire escape to survey the projects surrounding my spot with a sense of genuine accomplishment.

Notes on an weekend:
Pt. 1: Meet up with roomie and co-workers his not mine at Tempest on 8th and 31st. One of my favorite locales and where the GCI crew always goes, and I being myself tag along. After most of the regulars leave we end up chilling with two vague gay acquaintances who were nice guys but basically hit on us, apparently, we later theorized, because they were a couple and having a fight, or something. We told them to show us a dive, and they did, around 2 or 3. We hit on girls from New Zealand for a while there before they left. Only one was single, the one I was talking to. this dive located a few blocks away was very crazy and they quickly threw up garbage bags on the windows and the afterhours crew filtered in, who we all made friends with, and who someone told me included formerly famous jazz musicians. I talked to as many people as possible in a drunkened and othere-d stupor, including Pearl the transsexual, a lawyer who knows my editor and passionately discussed legal affairs, several random blokes, and then we left with some new worlds of knowledge.

Pt. 2: Sat, go with friends to bar near house, I guess it would techincally be on the Williamsburg/Bushwick border somewhere, called Don Pedro, which apparently is well-established but I thought was the bomb and will soon return to. listened to cool music through the door to concert area, being unable to afford a six dollar ticket. This is one of the white outposts around here, which some people think is lame for example my former self but now I like it. Because when you go to these spots, everyone is young, poor, and just like you.

for your viewing pleasure:

2008-11-19T00:05:00.005-05:00

I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea from my last post because of the somewhat cynical nature of that post, written by a Newsweek *fucking junk news reporter profiling the travails and errors of Hilary's campaign, and the writer, an obvious Hilary supporter, does provide some interesting, after-the-fact, newly-disclosed pieces of information from hilary's troubled campaign. and in describing obama's meteoric rise there is somewhat of a cynical tone, doubtless.however i did like the style of writing I suppose. as all know I am an ardent obama supporter, and deep believer. I can't express the deep connection to obama that reading dreams from my father gave me, really. There's something about obama's to paraphrase michael chabon's article about him shy, literary soul that allows him to write incredibly clearly. anyways, he just really puts it all out there in the book, I felt. and there were traces of other writers like faulkner there which, i found only even more exciting. i personally believe that obama was basically chosen by the spirit of the nation a la tolstoy and forced beyond choices of his own, and in fact stripped of free will, and pushed into where he is by 'history.'

The One

2008-11-15T16:52:00.002-05:00

Obama was starting to feel confident, even cocky again. During December, he took Oprah Winfrey with him as a kind of warmup act, and crowds by the tens of thousands began turning out in the early-winter chill. Winfrey spoke of reading "The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman," how the enslaved Pittman was searching for "the One," the child savior who would lead her people to freedom. "Well, I believe, in '08, I have found the answer to Ms. Pittman's question. I have fo-o-u-und the answer! It is the same question that our nation is asking: 'Are you the one? Are you the one?' I'm here to tell y'all, he is the one. He is the one … Barack Obama!!" Waiting backstage, Obama peered out at the crowd of 30,000 and did a little dance with Michelle. At a huge rally with Winfrey in South Carolina, Obama cast off his habitual reserve and shouted so loud his voice cracked. "I just want to know, ARE YOU FIRED UP? READY TO GO! F-I-I-RED UP? READY TO GO!! F-I-I-RED UP READY TO GO FIRED UP READY TO GO FIRED UP READY TO GO …" again and again, until Stevie Wonder came blasting from the speakers: "Here I am-m-m-m ba-a-a-by, signed, sealed, delivered, I-I-I'm yo-o-o-u-u-urs!!!"

http://www.newsweek.com/id/167582/page/5

Nixzaliz, Nixzmary, Cesar

2008-11-13T19:58:00.003-05:00

I recently went to the sentencing of the woman who with her husband abused and murdered her own child, which has been widely reported on and should be familiar to strap-hangers and daily news readers. In fact, I wrote an extremely disjointed post earlier about it, under the influence of a glass of beer or something.

So, Nixzaliz Santiago, the mother, was sentenced to 40 and one third years to 43 years. Her husband, by all accounts a fucking psychopath, got 29 years. Its fucked up, basically. now obviously nixzaliz was a pathetic and helpless basket case who failed to defend her own 7 year old daughter, and also beat her sometimes. But Cesar, the husband, was beating her constantly and raping her, and also is the one who actually beat her to death, yet through vagaries of the legal system Nixzaliz received additional charges. The D.A.'s office must have been pissed that the father didn't get enough years and they decided to take it out on the mother.

I was at the sentencing for my job. The judge's logic for the lengthy sentence was reasonable. After all, Nixzaliz got charged with two assault charges that Cesar didn't get, 7 years each (For a cut on Nixzmary's eye and a bruise on her leg. Meanwhile her body was covered with bruises and wounds from Cesar). And the judge can't ignore that the jury convicted her on that. And she can't just make it all concurrent for no good reason. So maximum, consecutive sentences, including 25 years for manslaughter.

Basically, Nixzaliz, was sitting in front of me at the defense table. She is a slightly overweight/fat typical hispanic woman with brown and blond hair in a braid, weird little glasses, a D.O.C. jumpsuit. She spent the entire time hunched over listening to her translator, as she has been sitting at every hearing I've seen her at. the woman has translated the entire trial for her, and was probably the only normal person left in Nixzaliz's life at that point.

After the sentence was read, Nixzaliz just gave this really, really blank stare at the audience of media and people as she was led out in cuffs. Her translator looked really, really upset actually, but she pulled herself together. The defense lawyers also looked very shocked. I don't think anyone expected her to get more than Cesar.

Compared to Cesar, she didn't do very much. Cesar's defense, in fact, and you can't make this kind of stuff up, is that Nixzaliz had killed Nixzmary because she of an insane fit of jealousy after she caught him raping her.

So, they're both going away for a long time, but really, nothing like justice happens, really. Once the kid is dead, thats just it. I mean, it would be better if Nixzaliz had gotten 29 and Cesar had gotten 40, for example. Who knows, this shit really makes less and less sense when you look at it more closely.

tears of Colbere

2008-11-06T00:43:00.003-05:00

Stephen Colbert starts crying after Jon Stewart announces that Barack obama has won the election during their live "Indecision '08" special.

I guess that despite stephen's hilariousness and genius as a comedian, he is still a human. And after all, being so involved with young people who are focused on politics...well, he must have let himself get rather caught up in all of this.

2008-10-17T22:11:00.001-04:00

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Cesar Rodriguez was accused of murder in the death of his daughter on the grounds that he beat the shit out of her and she died a day later. Notwithstanding that he also raped her for (months? years?) and beat her regularly, and she was 7. Also mother beat her. rodriguez charged with manslaughter penis code 125.25 section 2 which states "through depraved indifference allows a person to fall into risk of death." Now after his acquittal district attorney's office realizing a horrible mistake, not a month later, indicted wife on penis code 125.25 section 4 of murder 2 charge, which states "through depraved indifference allows a person under eleven to fall into grave risk of serious physical harm or daeth."

Teperb I thought that wife would face more serious pains that husband. Because charge more accurate. In reality each faced same conviction, although husband almost undoubtedly more guilty. Yet people blame mother more. Where is the truth in the conclusion of this twisted case if not somewhere in between the newspper accounts, the prosecutorial and defense versions of reality, and full acquittal and forgiveness? I see it not, but theys see it and Nixzmary saw also at once with eyes that couldn't see. Yet as per typical logic per se with innocent yungsters playing pranks both husband and wife blamed the other for the murder, and just with two young boys I would say in such a case, 'well they both did it," and thus poetic justice in that both the same conviction received, and hopefully, now that they've have brought themselves to the most sick horrible and lowest possible holes that a man can reach,

Chinese

2008-10-04T11:41:00.000-04:00

Searching for food in Bushwick central is a daunting proposition. there's the isla de los plazas down the street which has an open bar. I want to go, but there is a somewhat unfriendly vibe on my corner to the few white people who actually live here. So roomie and I decided to hike down to Broadway on the spur of the moment when we went out for beer, instead of cooking ramen we'll just grab a meal somewhere.

Essentially from our location at gates going along broadway there are sights and sounsd to be taken in and appreciated. #1. Homeless-looking guy with girlfriend walking with boombox with extremely loud beautiful soul music coming out. #2. China Heaven - looks like a shithole. #3 Associated Food Court - was closed, but boasts Burger King, KFC, Nathans, Dunkin Donuts, D'angeglos, Subways, and MORE! all in one location. I will return!! #4. Chen Po - looks like a dank, rotten schvarma joint from Vasilievsky island. #5. A beautiful Italiano pizzeria appears: the Broadway Pizzeria. I'm desperate to go in. Glass windows all across its "piece of pie" angular design on the corner of some street coming onto Broadway. Looks like sitting areas, italian food, and delicious pizzas. Roomie however wants chinese. #6. Ten feet later, Mei Hui, which actually looks decent.

We go inside and there's a row of chairs, two huge tables, and a grimy fucking counter with nice looking people inside. We order the typical shit and chill and wait. My traveling companion indicates to me a small paper sign taped above the ordering window which reads verbatim: pay before food!!! no refund later!!!

Dan says, can't you just imagine one of them actually yelling that at you. Just like in the recent sons of anarchy episode. Anyways we get our delicious food and chaw it down. I try to buy a 2nd soda but no one notices me because not only have the chefs and ordering people and two random new guys who showed up, but two girls who appeared from somewhere and are pretty cute have all sat around a table in back and are, it looks, eating dinner together! So instead some brown man who is about to leave to deliver a meal gets the soda for me. Thank you friend!

On the way back discussed the crack epidemic of the 1980s. Go to buy beer and find that a 6-pack of malt King Cobra costs $3.60 at Max's across the street. THANK YOU GOD!

God I hate this place

2008-10-02T20:13:00.001-04:00

Why do I live in this shithole?
What is it about waking up in the middle of the night and hearing horrifying sounds from the living room that makes me stay here. A few hours later when I wake up I hear more twisted music emananting from under the crack of my door. I open it and find my roommate's friend who came over last night, as he described himself a 5-time college dropout who was basically from DR but also half PR, slumped dead on our futon with his laptop open booming what sounds like Japanese metal with clips of anime dialogue and sound effects in the background...how the fuck am I supposed to have a cup of coffee and eat a bagel with that shit going on?

Somehow though I made it work for another glorious day of pumping out the beautiful, amazing, shining eagle. Top stories today - brooklyn judges utilizing a park as their own private parking lot. And a Serbian sounding fucker - Wojosc, was it? - who owned a construction company and tortured his employees to get them to drop a class action lawsuit against him, in various assault and intimidation ways. He paid one guy $15,000 to throw acid on one of his employee's girlfriends.

"Dancing Choose" - TVoTR. When music imitates my life.

Welcome

2008-09-23T19:11:00.000-04:00

Hello stranger. I don't know what you're doing in this part of town but welcome.

I would like to outline a few things before this blog becomes a reality. First, why would a young upper middle class graduate move to a poor area? Is it gentrification? no, there are 2 sides of gentrification. The 1st darker kind is when a group of annoying white people take over an area that is centrally located and has good train lines or is near manhattan. The second is "the invisible hand of the market" which as profit values gradually increase the people who can't afford to live where they want are forced further and further East. I am one of those...my parents do not pay for my apartment and did not offer. I am paid not very much and can survive somewhat comfortably in my $1375/month apartment. My roommate did not have a job when we found this place and insisted on low costs - that's one version of our story that I tell white people who are shocked or even reviled when they find where I live. However its not true...I also was nervous about money and wanted to keep prices low...various other circumstances also are factors probably as well...Perhaps white people who move into mostly poor mostly black neighborhoods have so thoroughly imbibed the scolding that our cultural history gave them at a young age - white people did bad things,....very bad things -- that they now are trying to recoup by forcing themselves to become a "nigger" in a new society, although they can never achieve that level, they may be treated as a ghost. BUt I don't want to be a ghost and have to not look at anyone. Maybe i am simply imitating my ancestors going to a town and trying to live there like I'm like everyone else, just like my ancestors spent lives in european towns where they got spit on and treated like shit because they were jews. But one factor to consider is that most of the people here are adults, or have families. I am young. I will soon rise in income and leave and probably move back west. They are not going anywhere, and if they are, it is probably further east.

WELCOME!