First-
My girl Jerzy Jung, an UBER-talented singer/songwriter just sent me one of her new singles and I'm over here playing it on repeat because I'm so in love with it. I'm adding it here so you can be obsessed with it, too:
And here's another song she recorded a few years ago that I was totally lusting over when I first heard it:
Ain't she grand??
To hear more from the lovely Ms. Jung, visit her on Myspace.
And now... drum roll... my ode...
(but not really an ode because when it comes to poetry I suck major donkey dick)
the train conductors on the F-train
the Fed Ex guy on 5th
the construction workers on Madison Ave
the UPS guy in front of the Salvation Army
the beer guy, making deliveries to the pub around the corner
the bus drivers dropping students off at the UCP building
the police academy cadets on 21st
the firefighters visiting on the 4th floor
the Halal food stand guy, chopping veggies in anticipation of the lunch rush
you all show me so much love each and every day
some of you are even sweet to look at
my day is not complete without your "Good Morning, Beautiful"
or the honking horn and head nod
I appreciate that you've never gotten vulgar with it
and thank you for wearing those pants
*smooches...taking a moment to show some gratitude*
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I have this love-hate relationship with NYC; one minute I'm plotting my escape, next minute I see all the sexiness around me and I'm all like, "awww, I love it here!"
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
The Jaded NYer- Now Available In Red!
Sometimes I get bored with myself. Just wake up bored for no good reason.
When this happens it really isn't a good idea for me to be alone because I'll usually get into something not so good for me. Idle hands and all... you know how that goes...
Well that's how I woke up on Saturday. Bored. But instead of being all self-destructive about it, I looked in the mirror and said, "That's it!" and headed to The Heights to my stylist and told her in Spanish, "Josie, I need something new."
She came up with this:
I'm still trying to get used to it; it's been almost 4 years since I had red hair. For the past couple of mornings I wake up, go to the mirror and get a little startled because my hair isn't brown. It's like "Whoa- who are YOU and what have you done with Raquel?" Then I remember. Saturday.
The Voices are a little bit bolder when they're Red, too- just a warning- so we should all be in for one helluva summer...
[side note: did you know that they also dye your eyebrows when they dye your hair? That cracks me up!]
In other news, couldn't you just eat her little face?
Miss Olivia makes me almost, maybe, kinda, sorta, perhaps, but not really but yes really miss having a baby/toddler around. They're so much fun at this age!
Oh lord, I think I just caught baby fever...MUST. FIND. ANTIDOTE.
*smooches...invoking a lil Rita Hayworth with every keystroke*
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now all I need is a bit of a tan to go with the new hair color and I'll be good to go... the first sunny day I see I'm heading to Coney Island!
When this happens it really isn't a good idea for me to be alone because I'll usually get into something not so good for me. Idle hands and all... you know how that goes...
Well that's how I woke up on Saturday. Bored. But instead of being all self-destructive about it, I looked in the mirror and said, "That's it!" and headed to The Heights to my stylist and told her in Spanish, "Josie, I need something new."
She came up with this:
I'm still trying to get used to it; it's been almost 4 years since I had red hair. For the past couple of mornings I wake up, go to the mirror and get a little startled because my hair isn't brown. It's like "Whoa- who are YOU and what have you done with Raquel?" Then I remember. Saturday.
The Voices are a little bit bolder when they're Red, too- just a warning- so we should all be in for one helluva summer...
[side note: did you know that they also dye your eyebrows when they dye your hair? That cracks me up!]
In other news, couldn't you just eat her little face?
Miss Olivia makes me almost, maybe, kinda, sorta, perhaps, but not really but yes really miss having a baby/toddler around. They're so much fun at this age!
Oh lord, I think I just caught baby fever...MUST. FIND. ANTIDOTE.
*smooches...invoking a lil Rita Hayworth with every keystroke*
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now all I need is a bit of a tan to go with the new hair color and I'll be good to go... the first sunny day I see I'm heading to Coney Island!
Sunday, July 06, 2008
OK Black People... Help Me Out...
I cannot, will not have another Saturday like this one. Because from this moment on I absolutely REFUSE to hang out in Park Slope any more.
I've finally come to the realization that YES, I am a laid back kinda girl but when it comes to my precious weekends I need debauchery. I need a pumping baseline. I need to see ignorance on the dance floor and I need to feel like my life is in danger at some point but not really. I need to hear Biggie and Luda and Mos Def coming out of the speakers, and maybe even a lil Sean Paul for good measure.
Basically, if I walk into a place and I see some uber-skinny, long-haired freak in a fedora slinging booze I'M OUT!! NO MAS!! Here's me waving the white flag.
[waves white flag]
From now on I need to stay on the Flatbush side of the Slope. Or stick to Bembe.
Actually, you know what? FUCK IT. That's it... from now on, I'm just gonna party across the bridge. That's right, you read correctly, unless I'm at Bembe, I'm just gonna schlep my ass uptown where I know I will feel right at home.
It's really, really a sad state of affairs when the highlight of my Saturday night was hanging out at a Dominican restaurant in the Heights with a bunch of drunk men watching the tail end of the Mets game and talking a lot of shit. But it was funny shit. Engaging. Almost had me choking on my sancocho.
Honestly? I really felt at home up there. And the cuties were out in full effect, flossing on the streets, in their cars. Shit, I even saw a dude in a fucking Lamborghini- NO LIE- right there on Broadway and 177th, and he tried to pick me up... I shoulda just hopped in and called it a night!
Maybe that's where I need to be from now on...
*smooches...fed up already. for real.*
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so go ahead and let me know where all the beautiful black people are shakin' their asses, 'cause it sure as hell AIN'T in Park Slope!!!
I mean for chrissake! how am I supposed to meet my Mr. Right among those freakin hipsters??
I've finally come to the realization that YES, I am a laid back kinda girl but when it comes to my precious weekends I need debauchery. I need a pumping baseline. I need to see ignorance on the dance floor and I need to feel like my life is in danger at some point but not really. I need to hear Biggie and Luda and Mos Def coming out of the speakers, and maybe even a lil Sean Paul for good measure.
Basically, if I walk into a place and I see some uber-skinny, long-haired freak in a fedora slinging booze I'M OUT!! NO MAS!! Here's me waving the white flag.
[waves white flag]
From now on I need to stay on the Flatbush side of the Slope. Or stick to Bembe.
Actually, you know what? FUCK IT. That's it... from now on, I'm just gonna party across the bridge. That's right, you read correctly, unless I'm at Bembe, I'm just gonna schlep my ass uptown where I know I will feel right at home.
It's really, really a sad state of affairs when the highlight of my Saturday night was hanging out at a Dominican restaurant in the Heights with a bunch of drunk men watching the tail end of the Mets game and talking a lot of shit. But it was funny shit. Engaging. Almost had me choking on my sancocho.
Honestly? I really felt at home up there. And the cuties were out in full effect, flossing on the streets, in their cars. Shit, I even saw a dude in a fucking Lamborghini- NO LIE- right there on Broadway and 177th, and he tried to pick me up... I shoulda just hopped in and called it a night!
Maybe that's where I need to be from now on...
*smooches...fed up already. for real.*
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so go ahead and let me know where all the beautiful black people are shakin' their asses, 'cause it sure as hell AIN'T in Park Slope!!!
I mean for chrissake! how am I supposed to meet my Mr. Right among those freakin hipsters??
Saturday, July 05, 2008
"BLIND MAN DRIVING"
NO KIDDING!!!
*smooches...warning the world about crazy, blind drivers*
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for those hoping this was a joke, NO, it wasn't. Jack spotted this, took a pic and promptly sent it to me.
we're in the end of days for real...
*smooches...warning the world about crazy, blind drivers*
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for those hoping this was a joke, NO, it wasn't. Jack spotted this, took a pic and promptly sent it to me.
we're in the end of days for real...
Friday, July 04, 2008
And Now A Word From Our Sponsors
Before I get to the post, I want to wish every one a Happy Independence Day; remember that as crappy as the Administration has been lately, and as much as we need to fix things in this country, it could always be worse.
And if those old, dead white guys had backed off and agreed to pay their damn taxes all those years ago, who knows if we'd even exist right now.
I especially want to shout out those in the Armed Forces and the Veterans who've laid their lives on the line for my lazy ass to be able to blog at work and talk shit about the Administration all the live long day. I don't agree with this war, but I support you all 100%.
(Visit http://bubbazartwork.com/ to see more of Ray Sorenson's artwork at "Freedom Rock," all tributes to our servicemen. He's truly a talented young man, so I felt the need to feature him real quick.)
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We live in one of the most expensive cities in the country and shit ain't getting cheaper. Hell, I just paid $11 for a goddamn drink that would have been cheaper to make at home...
That's why I'm here for you with the FREE-ness for Saturday.
1- First Saturdays at the Brooklyn Museum. Free admission, programs, films and a hot hot hot dance party from 9-11PM. This month's theme... VIVA AFRICA!
2- Southpaw's The Rub. Monthly hip hop party in Brooklyn that promises to send you home sweaty and tired but very very happy!
3- Bembe. Y'all know that's my spot. Know why? NO COVER and cheap drinks. Well, except for the $11 coco loco. And you're guaranteed to make out with a hottie on the dance floor. Okay, not always, but most nights...
4- New York Philharmonic on Governors Island. For all you classic music lovers. 6:30PM
5- International African Arts Festival. Friday AND Saturday, 10am–9pm. Commodore John Barry Park, Navy St between Flushing and Park Aves, in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. An annual showcase of local, national and international performers features steel and jazz bands, gospel choirs, reggae artists plus other stuff
6- Central Park Summerstage: Rachid Taha, Dengue Fever, Apollo Heights. 3-7PM at the bandstand. Algerian raï-punk, Cambodian–infused psychedelic rock, and guitar-driven soundscapes direct from the Lower East Side. What more could you ask for?
Do you have any free shit going on that I can bring my broke ass to? Hit me up if you end up at any of these events and I'll be sure to look for you.
Me? Oh, I'll be everywhere... Have MetroCard, Will Travel...
*smooches...thinking maybe I'll finally buy my bike to get around easier*
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until I can buy THE CAR, a bicycle will have to do...
And if those old, dead white guys had backed off and agreed to pay their damn taxes all those years ago, who knows if we'd even exist right now.
I especially want to shout out those in the Armed Forces and the Veterans who've laid their lives on the line for my lazy ass to be able to blog at work and talk shit about the Administration all the live long day. I don't agree with this war, but I support you all 100%.
(Visit http://bubbazartwork.com/ to see more of Ray Sorenson's artwork at "Freedom Rock," all tributes to our servicemen. He's truly a talented young man, so I felt the need to feature him real quick.)
***** ***** ***** *****
Attention NYC Bloggers and the Readers Who Love Us:
We live in one of the most expensive cities in the country and shit ain't getting cheaper. Hell, I just paid $11 for a goddamn drink that would have been cheaper to make at home...
That's why I'm here for you with the FREE-ness for Saturday.
1- First Saturdays at the Brooklyn Museum. Free admission, programs, films and a hot hot hot dance party from 9-11PM. This month's theme... VIVA AFRICA!
2- Southpaw's The Rub. Monthly hip hop party in Brooklyn that promises to send you home sweaty and tired but very very happy!
3- Bembe. Y'all know that's my spot. Know why? NO COVER and cheap drinks. Well, except for the $11 coco loco. And you're guaranteed to make out with a hottie on the dance floor. Okay, not always, but most nights...
4- New York Philharmonic on Governors Island. For all you classic music lovers. 6:30PM
5- International African Arts Festival. Friday AND Saturday, 10am–9pm. Commodore John Barry Park, Navy St between Flushing and Park Aves, in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. An annual showcase of local, national and international performers features steel and jazz bands, gospel choirs, reggae artists plus other stuff
6- Central Park Summerstage: Rachid Taha, Dengue Fever, Apollo Heights. 3-7PM at the bandstand. Algerian raï-punk, Cambodian–infused psychedelic rock, and guitar-driven soundscapes direct from the Lower East Side. What more could you ask for?
Do you have any free shit going on that I can bring my broke ass to? Hit me up if you end up at any of these events and I'll be sure to look for you.
Me? Oh, I'll be everywhere... Have MetroCard, Will Travel...
*smooches...thinking maybe I'll finally buy my bike to get around easier*
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until I can buy THE CAR, a bicycle will have to do...
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