Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Mitch Kramer

Dude. There are too many fucking classic Dazed & Confused moments to cover all at this very moment. Let's just go with one--c'mon and give it up for Mitch Kramer!

No, whatever. JUST LOOK AT THE SIGN.


P.S. Nice shirt.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood

Good things do happen above 14th Street. Believe it.

Wow, not great.


Why do I feel so judged by a website's 'suggestions?' No really, the above makes me question who the fuck I am and what I have become...like as a human being. On this earth. Whoa. Heavy vibes, man.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Take a look, it's in a book...

 We can't stop it.
Not with all the lawyers, guns, and money in this word. Not with guilt or morality or righteous indignation. Not with crime summits, ro task forces or committees. Not with policy decision made in places that can't be seen from the lost corner of Fayette and Monroe. No lasting victory in the war on drugs can be bought by doubling the number of beat cops or tripling the number of prison beds. No peace can come from kingpin statutes and civil forfeiture laws and warrantless searches and whatever the hell else is about to be tossed into next year's omnibus bill.

Down on Fayette Street, they know.

The corner is rooted in human desire--crude and certain and immediate. And the hard truth is that all the law enforcement in the world can't mess with desire. Down at Fayette and Monroe and every corner like it in Baltimore, the dealers and fiends have won because they are legion. They've won because the state of Maryland and the federal government have imprisoned thousands and arrested terns of thousands and maybe a hundred thousand on the parole and probation rolls--and still it isn't close to enough. By raw demographics, the men and women of the corners can claim victory. In Baltimore alone--a city of fewer than seven hundred thousand souls, with some of the highest recorded rates of intravenous drug use in the nation--they are fifty, perhaps even sixty thousand strong--three of them for every available prison bed in the entire state of Maryland. The slingers are manning more than a hundred open-air corners, serving up product as fast as they can get it off a southbound Metroliner. And the fiends are chasing down that blast twenty-four, seven.

In neighborhoods where no other wealth exists, they have constructed an economic engine so powerful that they'll readily sacrifice everything to it. And make no mistake: that engine is humming. No slacking profit margins, no recessions, no bad quarterly reports, no layoffs, no naturalized unemployment rate. In the empty heart of our cities, the culture of drugs has created a wealth-generating structure so elemental and enduring that it can legitimately be called a social compact.

From the outside looking in, it's tempting to see this nightmare as a model of supply and demand run amok, as a lawlessness bred from an unenforceable prohibition. But the reckoning at Fayette and Monroe and other places like it has grown into something greater than the medical mechanics of addition, greater even than the dollars and sense of economic theory. (57-58)

Simon, David, and Edward Burns. The Corner: A Year in the Life of an Inner-City Neighborhood. New York: Broadway Books, 1997. Print.

Dear MySpace,

Oh wait--MySpace?! Silly me! I meant Dear Facebook. Not like the latter hasn't totally become the former or anything.

Anyway--Facebook.  Did you know that your little profile generator-thingy keeps alerting me to the profile (that I made)...of my cat!?!?


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

You try to scream...

(Night One: Friday, October 30)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009

My name is Mr. Z. Three talents: 1, 2, 3...

"My name is Jessica. Some kids call me a slut. And I've a dirty habit for Ecstasy."

"Oh Celine, why'd you run in the road?
It's Rodney's fault for leaving the door open."



Sunday, October 4, 2009

Episode #16: Arbitrary Law

The title of this post and the following both offer a clue into...the future!!

"So now the sadness comes--the revelation. There is a depression
after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes,
now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning.

"But there is still the question: why? And this question will
go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is
so full, there is no room for questions."

Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

A GIANT SEAHORSE & Other Stories

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East Hampton? YUCK.

Just as miserable as it looks. We made do.

Summertime is SLOSHBALL Season.

Been going since for almost a decade.

Jamie and Bob manage opposing teams.

I played for Jamie's team, and we won! I even scored a run and also hit an RBI.

Keeping your eye on the ball is no joke.

Someone brought a REALLY GOOD seven-layer nacho dip. Gordon was pretty into it.


I feel so honored to participate in this true local legend-in-the-making.

Addie juggling all the cameras used for the group shot above.

Colin and Tracy sitting in a tree...

Afterwards, there was an oh-s0-lovely and delicious dinner hosted by the spectacular W family.

And the LATER...

"You know what would be AWESOME to have in there? A GIANT SEAHORSE. Wouldn't that be SO AWESOME?"

Bob requested that I take this shot.

Look to the right--just above one cups--see the ball?!

"Looks like a job for the Bookhouse Boys...ya know, the owls are not what they seem."

Then back to this misery.