Tuesday, July 31, 2007

More of the Same

Was sitting across State St. from the ferry while waiting on a response from a txt msg, mp3 in one ear, eyes, hands and frayed nerves trained on Super Off-Road....

when a clamor came a clamoring from the sidewalk before me. This particular child among a group of children of The City was going on about how some individual she was speaking with needed to (bleep)ing go to school at said individual's insistence that a passport wasn't needed to go to the Virgin Islands from the US.

Now, for clarity's sake, let it be known that there are U.S.V.I.s and U.K.V.I.s.

So, in her bluster, it's possible she is correct.

However, that ephemeral imp "likelihood" would suggest she meant the U.S.V.I.s.

I wasn't sure at the time the nature of the non-U.S.V.I.s, so I sat on my inkling to go and correct her.

Regardless, I hope her GRAND conviction one day finds a useful - and well-founded purpose.

God, save the youth.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Evolution of the Anti-Circumcision Movement

I'd recently begun wondering about the fairness of having this done to defenseless male children for much the same reason as I would refuse to inflict ear-piercing upon female children.

But I don't think I'd ever care enough to bother with this.

There are those who might suggest a lack of sensitivity is beneficial.

Or maybe that's the problem -

I do have a certain amount of envy...

Humans are weird.

Girl hyenas are weirder? Wow!

Friday, July 27, 2007

Binky Finds Her Karma

Proof barrel rolls solve all problems.

Sugar & Nicotine

Hooda guessed.

Daily Bread

Yo TENGO QUE recuerdar a comer mas durante del dia.

Today's intake:

1 shrimp empanada w/ a small guava juice

1 iced tea (brewed, unsweetened)

1 bowl of ramen (with black eyed peas)

The NYC divas already mad at me for being a skinny bitch.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Everybody Keep Your Hands to Yourself

"A man should never put his hands on a woman."

Well, this sounds right....but what about when I woman puts her hands on a man?

I see no reason why a male should not defend himself against an attacker.

And my personal rule has always been "don't touch me, and I won't have a reason to touch you".

But there seems a fairly general consensus among women, or at least a considerable contingent among them, that it is ok for a woman to strike a man and she should not expect him to respond defensively.

It is deemed un-manly.

I guess this has some merit in situations where there is a great size difference between the two...but you could make the same argument about the size difference between two men.

But why should any person not keep themselves from being struck?

Indeed, defense doesn't require a belly-to-back suplex....

But why is it ok for YOU to hit ME?

Human males and females are actually quite close in size/strength compared to most of the rest of the world's fauna.

The argument and hypothesy could go on for days upon eons...

Simply put:


(don't make me come back there)

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Dixie Youth Baseball

I remember classmates being in Dixie Youth Baseball when I was little. I just thought it was the local version of Little League.

What I did not know, was that it was formed as the result of adults refusing to allow their children to play in a league with the 1955 Cannon Street All-Stars.

On DYB's emblem/patch there used to be a Confederate battle flag opposite the U.S. flag.

I hope the game I watched my nephew play (well, stand around in) when he was little was LL, not DYB.

Although it probably doesn't matter -

does it...._

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Good, the Dumb, and the Crampy

The Good:

After investigating a the New Dorp park across from Miller field, my back tire got caught steel path-shaping material. The bike was going down, but instead of going down with it, I kept cool and got both feet clicked out. I just trotted over the bike while it slid over. Even if it didn't look cool, it felt cool.

The Dumb:

While riding next to Hylan on a poorly maintained sidewalk, I bumped into a try limb instead of slowing to a stop with the left brake and catching the limb with my right hand. I didn't brake because I was worried about stopping and not being about to get out of the pedals. As cool as the dismount was, I think made me leery of getting out suddenly. Jammed my thumb a little, knocked the right brake lever slightly askew, mostly felt stupid. I would've been better off just riding in the street, which I was also being a chicken about....

The Crampy:

My legs were noticeable fatigued while riding back along South Beach. I was making my way through the residence section of Fort Wadsworth when my right quadriceps started spasming. I tried to let it relax, but the left started not long after that. It was the first time I've ever cramped while riding. That last time was after 4 hours of dancing. The worst part is that it was on a hill...and there was almost two miles to go until I got to the truck. I geared all the way down and shifted around on the seat, stood up. It finally let up by the time I got out of the Fort. Maybe it had something to do with that Entenmanns (I was thinking quick energy - wanted an oatmeal raisin cookie, should've got a granola bar, thought I was in enemy territory, didn't take time to think, my bad).

About 34 miles in all. Rode around the south (read: "white") end of the island. Sometimes felt a little uncomfortable, mostly fine. I'll prolly be back there. I have a thought that the abundance of mistakes were the residual effect of concern about how I was being perceived.


Sunday, July 15, 2007

Why do I enjoy

watching Transformers episodes on my PDA so much?

Maybe I'm just happy I didn't pay the Apple Tax.


Saturday, July 14, 2007

Road Rash

Had my first fall while clicked into the pedals yesterday. No damage to me. I think I caught a tire weight or a rock with my back tire while I was practicing getting my foot to the to 12 o'clock on the leaning side*.

Left foot shot right out of the pedal, right stayed clicked in. So, all the weight went to the left foot which slipped since I don't have any toe or heel protectors. I guess the next time Nashbar or somebody has free shipping I'll get some decent shoes.

I just love the fact that somebody was walking into a house right when it happened, yet there wasn't even a "you okay".

I love how much we love us.

Then again, maybe it was Mr. Universe's way of tapping me on the shoulder for not dismounting to help that woman get that box to the curb**.

(* It feels more natural to do the opposite, but having the foot at the top of the rotation gives more ground clearance.)

(** I get tired of trying to guess whether people will be threatened if I approach)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Thursday, July 12, 2007


(The following is taken from this website)

Whats wrong with thongs?

Sales of thongs have doubled since 1996, according to Dr. Adelaide Nardone, an ob/gyn in Providence, Rhode Island, and a medical advisor for the Vagisil Women’s Health Center. Obviously, this increase in sales signifies that thongs are the underwear of choice for many women.

But wearing these comfortable, panty line-free underwear can come with unhealthy consequences. “Think about it,” says Nardone. “You have a strip of material directly connecting the vagina and the anus.” If the latter isn’t spotlessly clean, fecal content and bacteria like E. Coli and group B strep typically found in the rectal area can be tracked into the vagina. Nardone says 25 to 40 percent of women unknowingly harbor group B strep in the vagina, and the bacteria can cause problems during pregnancy.

Aside from border-crossing bacteria, the constant rubbing of thongs can cause perineal fissures--tiny tears between the rectum and vagina. “Any open cuts in that area are potential sites for infection, including STDs,” says Nardone, who adds that this problem is exacerbated if a woman shaves below the belt. “Pubic hair protects against irritation and infection, and is a barrier to trauma.”

Whether you opt for thongs or looser fitting underwear, Nardone suggests sticking with all-cotton styles or, at the very least, those with a cotton-lined crotch. “Synthetic fabrics such as spandex and acrylic can cause allergic reactions. They also trap moisture in the [vaginal] area, which creates a wonderful environment for the growth of yeast and bacteria,” she says. A dyed cotton crotch can also cause allergic reactions, so stick with reliable white.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Why I hate biopics

Earlier this year when The Last King of Scotland was out, I had this "discussion" with someone regarding biopics.

My thoughts are, in short, thus:

When anything but the truth is told, you do the viewer and those whose lives you are depicting, a disservice. "Re-imagining" events for the sake of effect - even when the result is greatly enjoyed by the audience - is derogatory*.

If the TRUE story is not worth telling -or your WACK a$$ can't tell it and convey the depth of it, just don't tell it.


Watch Cinderella Man. Or watch the last 20 minutes of the movie Where Jim Braddock fights Max Baer.

Then watch this.

See the difference?

Hollywood blows.

I'm disappointed in Opie.

Thursday, July 05, 2007


So, Garcelle Beauvais seems to have decided it would behoove her career to grace the pages of Playboy with her ta-tas.

Guess I'll have to go ahead and yank her off of that boyhood unattainable crush pedestal.

I remember her from the Avon catalogs.

That's dedication, yo.


Hammas Mickey update

Damn, they got 'im.

The J

Time is moving far too slowly today. 4th of July on Wednesday is like having two Mondays.


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