code red—danger!...

thanksgiving weekends are always filled reunions, get-togethers, drinking, eating and plenty of rabble-rousing. The students come home from school, families reunite, friends spend their nights in watering holes. But with the Cat Mom still so far away weekends like this can make me feel like a man without a country...

really, i can't complain. Pop Dukes rolled out a feast that left my belly distended. As the weekend progressed i caught up with some old Tower folk, and they are just as much family as anyone else. Made time for some QV crew the next night, and caught up with the chefs tonight. Work is on the way, whether its lugging furniture or slinging drinks—either way there is a light at the end of the tunnel i haven't seen for ages. Inspiration flows regularly, even if it appears in odd places and i'm just over a month away with my own reunion with my lady. So there is plenty to be thankful for. Plenty of reason to keep my chin up. But most of all I'm thankful that there is a place called Cabrito and within this palace exists a culinary pleasure beyond imagination...

may i introduce the Danger Dog...
pictured is the El Luche Libre (right and center) and the Sonora. Not just mere hot dogs, they are indeed dangerous—and tasty...

the chefs, wilt the stilt and a-cue, brought me in on this wonder. Its fun hanging around with people in the culinary industry, all they want to do is feed you. And in the case of a-cue, advantages include a possible gig behind the bar at a new joint in Williamsburg and of course—homemade bacon!...
god bless us everyone!...

out of order...

update: there are two free parking spaces on Metropolitan avenue...

this is not the work of the Department of Transportation. This was the work of a presumably drunk driver at 5 am this morning. i just happened to wake up a moment before when i heard a car pass and hit something. i knew it wasn't a building on the block or another car, those noises are pretty distinct, but with my eyes still shut and comfortable under the covers i decided to fall back asleep while the sound of the anonymous driver attempted to move his or her car away from the area of the accident. When i left for my swim this morning i took a look down the block to see the damage. Two parking meters and a parking sign. Good work indeed...

as we approach the busiest bar night of the year—amateur night, i want everyone to take care as you decided to get in your death machines after drinking too much. Most of you will be too drunk to drive, so don't, there is no excuse, and i'll tell you what—anyone caught drinking and driving on my block with get a nine iron to the head courtesy of the hit squad...

for those of you in the weeds, the hit squad is a consortium of individuals banded together to rid the world of those deemed to be harmful to society and that's all you'll ever need know...

it occurred to me that maybe the driver was trying to steal the coins from the parking meters. But there are better ways to accomplish this...

beet update...

i received a comment as per my beet burger post from Zacconi, whom, besides having quite possibly the best last name ever, writes here. i received her comment while on the road, stating that she had recently posted about her love of beets by opening: 'dear beet'...

as i went about my day i began to draw inspiration from her beginning 'dear beet'. i began musing my own little love letter to beets. "Why are you so fierce and angry? You are beet red—oh, now i get it..." When i returned home from my adventure i took a look at Zacconi's post and realized her ode was excellent and there was no need for improvement, so i abandoned mine...

so enjoy Zacconi's de to the beet, linked above, and for old time's sake...

'KAREN, THAT'S ALL WE HAD!!'—funny thing about that line, upon watching 'Goodfellas' i found that the Cowboy and i had delivered that line to you incorrectly, it is actually...

'THAT'S ALL WE HAD!...KAREN!', as if it were two different statements. If its all the same i will continue to use the former for the sake of continuity...

what'cha eating...vol 2...

my girlfriend's a vegetarian. Not one of those 'i saw a movie about slaughterhouses' vegetarians or 'i smoke a lot of pot and think i'm one with the planet vegetarians' or any of the like. The Cat Mom has been a vegetarian since she was six. That's commitment, pal...

so, as Quentin Tarantino once wrote in regards to vegetarian girlfriends, that "basically makes me a vegetarian." Not quite. You might recall my love of a certain sandwich. But if i plan on spending the rest of my life with this woman i should know something about cooking for a vegetarian. Enter the beet burger...

beets get a bad rap. i think most people realize that beets are a one of the best things you can eat. They stimulate the blood, clean the kidneys, liver and urinary tract along with things that all vegetables do like fight infection and promote cell growth and what not. You want a hangover remedy, get yourself some beet salad, you'll be right as rain in no time. Now the beet burger...

two beets—2 medium, or 3 large. You could use canned beets but fresh is the way to go

half a carrot, half an onion, two cloves of garlic—roast the veggies until they are soft

millet flour—a cup, cooked in boiled water. i used to use flax seed but the millet works so much better.

wheat germ—1/2 cup

two pieces of wheat toast—blend the toast with the wheat germ and mix in with the cooked and cooled millet.

blend the vegetables together and add to the millet. Mix well, let it sit in the frig for an hour, break it out make patties and enjoy. i get up to six patties.

cook them with a little oil and enjoy the shit of them. i had them with double fiber english muffins, which were kick ass, and a little mustard—because i love mustard...

do yourself a favor and eat some beets once and a while, or any vegetable and if you won't take it from me, take it from Frank...

coming to a theater near you...

...Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Mysterious Product Placement...

fish, chips...taquitos?...

why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking on the door...

well, Knick fans, here's you answer...

literally, the Answer himself, Allen Iverson. The man who gave us the single greatest moment in sports journalism. Knick fans and haters alike, prepare yourself. This could be an absolute disaster. Or, it could ultimately be the turning point in a franchise that hasn't had a star since Patrick Ewing used his fingers instead of his common sense. Either way it should be real entertaining...

a moment of clarity, first. i had the privilege of covering Big East Basketball for several years and went on to retain good seats at St. John's games for many years after my graduation from the university. In my time watching, studying and enjoying the Big East game i have never seen anyone as quick on the court as Iverson, except for Omar Cook but he, believe it or not, was even more of a space case. Clearly, though, Iverson is the basketball player i've seen with my own eyes, and i saw that kid from Cleveland a few weeks back. No one has done more with less than Iverson, he once brought a team of rag tag CBA players to an NBA Final, with the Philadelphia 76ers. That kid from Akron, has had NBA level talent around him last year and couldn't beat the Orlando Magic and their one trick pony of an offense. Iverson is an enigma wrapped in tattoos to be sure and every basketball pundit under the sun is calling this the mistake of century. They might be right, but what do the Knicks have to lose?...

Iverson will bring scoring and backcourt defense. It will be swift and just. It could very well take this 2-9 squad above water and possibly meet the 37 win plateau i had in mind for them. It could get them into the playoffs. David Lee is a double double machine, and an athletic power forward works well with a guy like Iverson. Lee's ability to rebound from outside the lane, or the weak side makes him perfect glass cleaner for a guy who darts and slashes to the rim like Iverson. Lee's ability to shoot the 15 footer also makes him a nice kick-out option for Iverson when he invariably gets himself in trouble...

Toney Douglas will be this team's point guard, bet on it. The other thing you can bet on is he will not lose minutes, ultimately, he and Iverson can make a stifling pair in the backcourt. Chris Duhon will eventually be regulated to off the bench status, permanently. Larry Hughes has played himself into a position to demand minutes at the two-guard as well, where i see Iverson doing his best work, but that would leave limited minutes for Hughes let alone Nate Robinson. i love Nate. i love the shake and i love the bake, but he may just not fit in the system coach Mike Dantoni envisions for this team. Iverson doesn't either, but he is 34 and will only be getting a one year deal. Nate is worth something on the open market. A microwave offensive talent and dynamo on defense, he still comes cheap and won't count against the cap next year. There should be teams clamoring for this guy, let's give 'em what they want. Robinson, traded for another expiring contract and a first round pick would be perfect...

see this is the problem, the Knicks, even if they finish dead last in all of the NBA, even if they get the most ping pong balls in the bin for the lottery—there will be know first round pick for Knicks at the end of this debacle. It is Isiah Thomas' last gift. So why not sign Iverson? Why not bring in a top flight scorer, a finisher. Someone who can give this team a chance to be a contender or at least interesting until the summer shopping spree begins...

the Knicks aren't terrible, they are playing terrible—there is a difference. They have no direction, no confidence and no need to worry about their jobs, because for most of them, come this summer they already know they will be unemployed. This season was to be a lab test—shake it up and see who comes out at the end of the year. But Al Harrington is stunting the development of Wilson Chandler. Danillo Gallinari looks like he could be real special, but he is two years away from being that. Jordan Hill probably should have been Brandon Jennings, but like i said, Douglas is this team point guard of the future, and i have no issue with that. Hill will only see time in blowouts and when Dantoni decides to reach for a breath of fresh air from his bench. He won't get any real time until 2010, after the roster is reshuffled and he develops a potent offensive game. Jared Jefferies is an abomination. Eddy Curry actually looked like he could play basketball the other night in Indiana and 20 minutes a game from a bona fide post presence will make this team better in a hurry. Without Iverson, Dantoni has to make decisions about his rotation. Douglas needs to get more minutes than Duhon, Chandler needs to be featured more than Harrington and the addition of Curry needs to be handled with kid gloves. With Iverson, the decisions will be made for him. 35 minutes, 25 points, a couple of steals and assists a game. There is no one on the roster who can provide that night after night—i'll take it...

here's the news, Lebron James is not coming here. He wasn't coming here before draft night, not after Grandmaster Flash serenaded him two weeks ago, and he won't be coming in July. Jay-Z is moving to LA and the Clippers might get real just yet. He won't be coming here unless David Stern finally gives us our boobie prize for propping up Michael Jordan all of those years ago—because it should have been us versus Phoenix in 1993. But instead the Knicks got all the cutting and pasting of the post Isiah era and with nothing more than an opportunity at a couple of tier 2 free agents. Maybe we can grab a guy like Chris Bosh, but more likely, the youth you see on this roster is more or less the core of tomorrow's team...

ultimately the Knicks would be best suited at overpaying for restricted free agent Rudy Gay and picking up a Carlos Boozer to bolster the team's paint game. So why not have a little fun this season and let loose the Answer on Madison Square Garden. The worst that can happen is a couple of hilarious press conferences and the door hitting him on the ass on the way out next June...

the question is simple, would you rather the Knicks fade into the summer without a wimper or make some noise as they march into their uncertain future?...

you have your Answer...

M-I-C-K-E-Y...

let's talk birthdays. Apparently today is Mickey Mouse's birthday. Hip, hip, hooray...

its hard to get excited for an event like this, i've always been a Bugs Bunny guy. You see, Bugs always told it like it is. Mickey has been lying and manipulating for 81 years. Its not his fault, his creator fostered his politics along with his existence. Alleged backing of the Nazis, Joe McCarthy's best friend, corporate greed, i mean— i'm not sure if there is anything on this planet that disgusts me more than Disney...

Kevin Smith goes so far as to accuse Disney of breaking the first commandment in his film, 'Dogma'. Of course he never mentions Disney by name and its not Mickey Mouse that is used in this dichotomy, but a cow. Moobie. The idea is the same though, a large scale media corporation that has made kids believe Mickey Mouse is bigger than god. Now, i'm not a believer so that doesn't bother me any, i have other fish to fry...

for instance, Disney is responsible for Britney Spears, a crime against humanity in its own right. They along with Fox have cornered the market on sports television and actually made it unenjoyable to watch. If i am subjected to one more piece of cross promotion i might go on a killing spree. With its considerable financial might Disney is capable of shoving anything it wants down your throat and you are made to like it, after all Mickey says so...

the last straw came as i strolled through Roosevelt Field mall not too long ago and notice that Disney open a store where you can come in and plan your vacation to Disney World, because in these hard financial times why shouldn't you come to Disney World and plunk down the last of your good money...

so excuse me, if you are a Mickey Mouse fan, freak or lover, i could care less if it his birthday. Its only another reason for the Disney corporation to take another dollar from you...

i'm sure you are well aware that christmas is coming. How about passing on the Disney Store and giving you children, nieces or nephews something they can build, be creative with or learn with, rather than another videotape with a talking dog or some other Disney inspired nonsense...

happy birthday you fascist pig...

anatomy of an image...

its funny what a $20 poker night, and onion bagel—toasted with butter, a prompt Q46 and a little 'Hit the Lights' can do for you...

at least, that's what you think...

true, when i came up with the idea of taking this shot, after my long walk down the E and F platform at Union Tpke Station in Kew Gardens, 'Hit the Lights', the opening track of Metallica's seminal debut "Kill 'Em All" was indeed blaring through from my IPod. But after a readjustment of distance and a second attempt thwarted by camera displacement, "Hit the Lights' had gone silent. To keep the spirit of the original vision alive i continued with the mosh pose against the graffiti background to Sade's "Nothing Can Come Between Us"...

a picture is worth a thousand words, sure. But those words don't necessarily represent the truth...

enjoy your Sunday, J-E-T-S!!!...

when the world is running down...

make yourself a bacon sandwich...

my version of the classic BLT:

bacon—use turkey, use soy if your vegan but don't forget the bacon. KISS once wrote god gave rock and roll to you. The success of KISS helps disproves the existence of god. The existence of bacon, however, is an excellent argumentin favor of a supreme being...

romaine and radicchio—if your going die, die with your roughage on...

plum tomatoes—Lenny Lamps says tomatoes look like little abortions. Lenny watches NASCAR...

bauer's mustard on whole Grain bread—Bauer's is the official mustard of Sandwich Masters tm, whole grain bread is the official bread of your healthy colon...

cheddar Cheese—'nuff said

what did you have for lunch?...

politics of the inane...

ladies and gentlemen, your nominee for Antichrist...

i propose that free forehead tattoos be administered for every buyer of this book. i think we all need to know what we're up against here. i would like to be able to identify every single ignorant hayseed that puts down their hard earned money for what i can only surmise will be a flag waving treatise in modern fascism...

that's not a fair assessment, there is nothing modern about this woman. She's an insult to the greatest women of our history. But make no mistake, and remember this when you do; this woman has just announced her candidacy for President...

oh ma' lawd!!...

looks like the wolf has a lot more work to do...

seen all good people vol 1...

she was a train wreck. The figure of a snowman—or snow-woman in this instance. She was stylish, they always seem to be, despite the Michelin appearance. Her hair was strung out from the abuse of one too many hundred colorings. Currently it resembled the white heat of an electrical arc fault, the bright blinding spark that has killed many a working mechanic. Hideously ghetto, but not it was not what gave me the most pause. As she stood up to exit the bus it appeared, at least from my vantage point, that she produced a small child from her immense back side—from the very seat she was sitting in. The boy looked out of sorts, not from being in the womb, he was somewhat grown and dressed. This was a look of consternation, worrying about where he had come from. i was worried about where he was going...

i found him unsettling from the get. He was a happy enough sort, a short smile etched upon his weathered face, but he seemed askew in his walking shoes. He crept up around me, made his presence known over my blaring play list and immediately showed his ignorance for the native tongue. He showed me a scrap of paper, pointing his wrinkled finger at it. Below what seemed to me to be Chinese characters, they could have Japanese—i'm not familiar with either, was the word 'AIRPORT'. I did my best to explain to the gentleman, knowing he was standing there for some time, in a sort of limbo, that he was not going to get to the airport by standing near me. i as waiting for the Q1 or Q36 bus, to QV, there is no airport in Queens Village. I tried to direct him to walk downstairs to the subway station, where he might find a map or MTA clerk who could misdirect him, as they are masters of misdirection. He wandered off a few steps and then stood in place, as he had since i emerged from the subway. I wondered about the person who knowingly sent this poor man on this wild goose chase when it was more than apparent he lacked the acumen to speak or understand English. What kind of sick world are we living in anyway?...

i couldn't shake them. Like two immovable obstacles to my every step, they stood steadfast. i ducked into sports looking for the Ron Darling title, they clogged my left exit, upstairs to classics—no Jules Verne!, again they hovered. Over to fantasy and back downstairs to the magazine rack. They withstood every shuck and jive and all the while not once realizing their awesome ability to impede the progress of mankind. Oblivious to the world around them, they bantered and debated the inane. i darted for a cup of coffee for the walk across the parking lot that was to come in the cool evening air and they again thwarted me. But just then, they floated towards the pastry case like a hovercraft, allowing me the opening i had waited for. Triumphant, i ordered and awaited the pouring of my coffee while i dug into the small pocket of my over-stuffed back pack. Why in the world, with price and tax a given, would a business choose to charge $2.01? Is there a zinc conspiracy i don't know about?...

an open letter to the GOP...

every summer as a Boy Scout, Troop 158 and myself would sojourn to a summer camp in Narrowsburg, NY called Ten Mile River. We enjoyed the outdoors, collected merit badges, caused mayhem with motorboats and camp signs. We also ate bad food and drank a liquid affectionately dubbed GOP, for Good Old Piss...

just thought i'd begin with a little imagery...

the House of Representatives voted, narrowly, to pass the much ado about nothing Health Care Reform. The vote was 220-215 for the bill that has been watered down from an impressive piece of legislation, that would help Americans and finally call out the Health Care Industry for what it is, a profit mongering group of soulless corporate shills with several lawmakers sipping at their teet protecting the interests of the free market. Like the free market ever needed any protecting. One lone Republican voted for the bill, which extends coverage to millions more Americans but still forces folks to pay out of pocket for services that the rest of the civilized world does not. Let's give a round of applause for Congressman Anh "Joseph" Cao, whom in his infinite wisdom decided to back this bill because it is what his Democratic constituency would want. As if every Republican constituency in this country would want to continue to pay exorbitantly for their health care rather than allow the great and exulted Free market to adjust for a true public option, one that actually creates competition—one of the true cornerstones of American Capitalism. Its the same old story. When big business is threatened it runs to the government for help and there, always with arms wide open, is the right wing...

this is a Republican Party that believes in smaller government, but thinks it knows how you should live your life in the privacy of your own home. Believes in letting the Free Market flow without regulation until its most influential members cry poor and beg to be bailed out. They believe in the right for a person to choose to have as many guns as they desire, procure them with ease and without fail but choose to do nothing to prevent or even deter the crimes such a laissez faire attitude produces. They continue to allow the gasbags of their party rifle off ridiculous accusations that the the US Mint is taking the god out of our money, or that the President is a racist tool of Islam. And a ton of that talk comes from a network owned by a foreigner. But who cares, we import everything these days, while exporting our natural resources, that includes our intelligence and our jobs. It is a scary thought that cyber-espionage is possible, simply because the computer chips made for defense department computers and the power grid and banking computer systems are made by the Chinese. Has anyone ever actually read the Iliad?...

so i was wondering. Is this the party you want? Is this what you envisioned when you registered to vote. A party that cares more for the Free Market's bottom line than yours? A party whose pundits and representatives blur the truth and slander its opponents? If it is, then i am at a loss. If this is the Republican Party you stand up with, then so be it. I can't argue with that. The problems that plague this country today are the same that plagued us six years ago—bad economy, poor education, poor health care and war. This Republican Party of yours had a congressional majority and a President in the White House and couldn't solve these problems. But if you want to stand with this ignorance, i suppose i can't stop you...

this is not a great health plan. It allows for more people to have access to health care and that is important. It is feckless in its attempt to force any change upon an industry that has raped us and made us pay for the use of a rape kit. But this whole fight over the past six months is not about this bill. Its about the next bill, and the one after that, and after that. Change comes in small increments. I couldn't possibly expect the Free Market to acquiesce to the demands of practical thought, not today. But this bill is a compromise. The left came sown from the mountain and met more than half way the despots in the Republican Party as well as their own. The left had to sell its soul once again to get a lousy majority of centrist hacks who can't see the forest for the trees. And yet the Republican Party refuses to come to meet in the middle. They want to keep pulling things back. Attaching Anti-Abortion Legislation to the bill. and dooming it to a longer floor fight and possible extinction...

this is your party, you have to answer for it...

out of the loop...

i took it on the road today. i didn't feel like eating crow all day after taking my World Series prediction on the chin. Even the logicical gets it wrong sometimes. Evil transcends all logic. So off i went...

in search of adventure i jumped the F train to Roosevelt Island, an isle that in my 33 years living in this city and being born and raised here, had never set foot on. Strapped with a new IPod after a proper burial of the its predecessor, lost to a series of August deluges while on another mission, i took it to the island known for its tram, Smallpox Hospital, the Woman's Asylum in which Nellie Bly spent 10 days undercover and of course former home of Al "Grandpa" Lewis, among other things...

what occurred to me more than anything else as i toured the island was how quiet it was with the city around it. Across the west side of the isle's coast was the east side of Manhattan. The FDR Drive packed as usual, the hustle and bustle of a town doing business, and to the east the industrial complex of Astoria, Queensbridge and LIC. i felt out of the loop, but enjoyed the solitude...

upon emerging from my afternoon and returning home, the bastard clued me in to the madness at Ft Hood, Texas. For most people this news would bring pause. For the bastard and i we had a personal interest. Our cousin's husband serves as a lifer for the US Armed Forces and at last check had been running of Ft. Hood. My cousin, Mel, and i share a birthday and although we rarely speak, when we are together we are kindred. Immediately i worked the phones calling her cell—no answer, then my Aunt and Uncle, who live outside of Houston, not too far from Ft. Hood in relation—again no answer. Of course in situations like this the media has no answers and given the subject matter, a mass murder at an US Army facility, the largest in the country, information would be harder than usual to come by. i called my parents, figuring my Uncle would call his sister and clue her in. After a little phone tag my Aunt called and informed me that in fact my cousin, her husband, JC, and their son were in Korea, where he had been shipped. Mel and their son had moved over there to be with him in the last months of his tour. Crisis averted, at least for us as a family...

while i talked to my aunt i learned that he had returned from an 18 month stretch in Iraq, and after 10 months was shipped to Korea for two years—to return this Christmas. The Army plans to send him to Fort Carson in Colorado with the idea of shipping him to Afghanistan. He is trying to get East Coast orders instead to guarantee some more time with his family and away from bullets. I don't blame him. My man needs to grab a play out of the Jonny Airplanes handbook...

after finishing up with my Aunt, i got to thinking of JC's plight. Sure, he signed up for it and he is a career man, with a chunk of his career yet to come. But it makes you think of how badly we are stretching these soldiers thin. Physically and emotionally. They say, 'all gave some, some gave all' and over the last 8 years that has become more and more apparent. JC's story is not the worst one i've heard about how soldiers are being shipped away from their families, in constant motion, causing chaos within these families. Some never come back, some come back in pieces, some can't make it all the way back. Some flip their lids and tear up countless lives by opening fire on an Army campus. i'm not going to pass judgement on this man, i'm not a soldier, and never have been. Its just not my place to comment on his motives and his mind set, as he, apparently, was on his way to Afghanistan himself. this is just the worst extreme that could happen under these circumstances, the worst case scenario. At this writing the suspect is still alive, in a hospital bed, probably under heavy guard. He will face his judgement, and hopefully we can get an answer to why he was driven to this madness...

i've always mused that world is very lucky that i am of a rational mind. That, if i wasn't, there would be a trail of bodies, with no answers. i hope we get some answers here. i hope we find out what it takes for a man to do such a thing, because i can't fathom myself in that state, and what could possibly bring me there...

hmmm...

archival footage vol1...

searching for a particular set of negatives today i ran across an old reporter's style notepad i used to keep on me when i didn't have a bag to carry my regular sketchbook. Among other things the notepad contained a poem i had wrote many years ago. It got me thinking, i should start introducing this 'archival footage' in this space in the middle of the night, sort of like a midnight movies kind of thing. S, from time to time, i hope to find something worthy for Archival Footage. Enjoy volume 1...

let them all know i walk the streets at night,

i stalk for a clue and for sound,

i see the orbs of light and hear the thunderclap—

a star that streaks the blackness

the roar of elastic leaving marks,

a din that acts like silence

i see the watchers as they leer

young and old they spy the plight,

leaving their thoughts paralyzed at root—

orbs of black, streaks of light

6/26/03—1:38 am

sore losers...

so what did you think you were going to get? Another sweeping referendum by the people of New York City? Come on, in your heart of hearts you know if Bill Thompson won the mayoral seat Mike Bloomberg would have just bought the seat back, i mean; that's what you would have said. Mike Bloomberg is buying New York, bribing old ladies and young turks. But i think we all know better...

now, since there is nothing the outraged can do but spit vitriol, they blame the voter turnout. They scream that in a city of 5 million only 1.1 cast a vote, as if another million voters had casted their ballots the result would have been any different. The election was a close 51%-46% Bloomberg over Thompson. 51-46, that would mean that Thompson didn't even get all of the dissenting vote...

i'm going to head you off at the pass here. The reason Bill Thompson didn't win this election had nothing to do with voter turn out. The vast majority of voters who stayed home would have voted for Bloomberg anyway, that's why they stayed home. Or maybe it was because Thompson whole campaign message was that Bloomberg was a bad, bad, man, not that Thompson was right for the job. That's because he wasn't...

The democrats best hope of winning this Mayoral race was in the hands of Andrew Cuomo, but he has his sights set on Albany. You see, running the City is a pain in the ass, waiting for the state money, being treated as the black sheep of a family where the rest of the family is eating off its plate. Cuomo also didn't want to lock horns with Bloomberg, who, before he used a power grab to allow a run for a third term, was quite popular. So Cuomo is using the Attorney Generalship to cut his teeth. Anthony Weiner, after being the most outspoken member of the NYC democratic party against the overturning of the term limits referendum. He was also democratic Mayoral Canidate #1. He had the money and the support to tangle with Bloomberg, but he walked, and went back to congress instead...

and what about that referendum. i agree with the dissenting opinion, that if the people voted to enact term limits then the government is to enact term limits. i agree that it was underhanded to silence the people's voice. And yes it is a dangerous game being played when the people are snuffed. But Bloomberg isn't lining the boroughs with the national guard, he's not rolling tanks up Broadway. And wasn't it the city council that overturned this referendum, not Bloomberg—oh, that's right, he paid for them too...

maybe you all should just face the facts. When dealing with the choice between the lesser of two evils i choose the guy who knows what the room looks like instead of the guy who need two weeks to find the bathroom. The problems that face this city are the same that face the entire country. We live in a trickle down society. Given that, wouldn't you want a CEO for a Mayor rather than someone howling at the moon? if you are so pissed, so outraged, then take a deep breath, count to ten and spend the next four years grooming a candidate that can win an election on his or her own merit, rather than one riding the coattails of your outrage...

now, if you don't mind, i'd like some peace and quiet, Meet the Browns' season premier is on tonight—its very funny...

got constellation in pocket...

the judge has accused me of selling out. Of taking favors. Being on the arm. Look to the right—ads for Michael Bloomberg. Is the constellation endorsing Bloomberg for Mayor? No. I might endorse the new Monsters of Folk record, or Lorna Doones, i might even endorse 4 cent check i'll get from google ads for the month of October, but i do not endorse people. For lamb's sack, i hate people...

so the Judge thinks i can be bought, the unemployed, former record store clerk, bartender, keyman, porter, non-union electrician's assistant, struggling screenwriter for the last 13 years since i've graduated with a Bachelors in Communication Arts. Sure, i've been on the take this whole time. Like the time i was standing on line in Jamaica begging for Medicaid or when i was stripping scrap wire for copper to find my way out of the fourth circle of hell. So it stands to reason i'd be on the take right now. Living the good life on unemployment benefits and the benefits from another short lived job i never really wanted in the first place...

i'm the anti sell out. i've got integrity to go. i'm the father of guerrilla finance and with that in mind, i decided last month to hook up with google ads and try to make some money off this blog. You see, the Constellation isn't free. Here i am, saving lives daily, stoking the doldrums of your creativity and contempt, imploring you to think and offering an aside to your humdrum existence. Its exhausting, it keeps me from finding gainful employment, so i'm seeking compensation through google adsense. Sue me. In fact, i'll give you the 4 cent check i will receive for the month of October. That's what i made with an average of 15 readers per day when i've posted...

and as for the Bloomberg ad, all of this talk about Bloomberg isn't helping. Adsense will post ads relevant to content, so, keep talking about Bloomberg and you get Bloomberg. Talk about the New York Jets, you get the New York Jets, talk about donkey punch, you get...

hold on, just got a call, Mike Bloomberg just let me know he was pleased with the bounce in his numbers since i posted the 'consider' piece last week. Let's stay within the parameters of the forum here. i demand logic...

if this society is going to force capitalism on me then capitalism it is. Why shouldn't i get a little something for my work? Is it not worth it? Don't answer that, just keep reading...

the Yankees just called to brag that my prediction was wrong—damn Yankees, at least their reading...

52 days you freaks...

i was wondering if we could enjoy the Autumn...

you know, the crisp temps, no humidity, the colors of the fallen leaves lying on the sidewalks and streets forming a kaleidoscope, the last remaining sentries on the trees waiting to descend...

toys r us is already schilling. Just a friendly reminder that they have all the Toys your kids are gong to want, you know, because the name of the store is so ambiguous. In another ad i heard Christmas music...

HOLD UP!! The World Series isn't over yet. They call it the Fall classic. How about we let it play itself out in the Fall. It was over 50 degrees in Green Bay yesterday. Simply put, if the tundra isn't frozen, we shouldn't be discussing what your kids want for Christmas. Soon enough, when we have gorged ourselves on tryptophan, cranberries and pie we can enjoy the onslaught of jewelry ads, and Macy's using Beatles music and ads with couples buying luxury vehicles for each other. It will be fine then, expected even. This is a capitalism and part of the deal as consumers is we need to consume—for the economy's sake. Because watch out, if you don't do your part by maxing out your credit this country will fold like a dirty shirt...

i don't want to be the downer here, and i will attempt to Crachet instead of Scrooge when the time comes, but can i enjoy my November please? Can we all just enjoy our November? It won't be long until we are at each other's throats for the newest latest in chic-chic. Winter is going to be tough enough, Charlie Manual has shown the world how bad a manager he is and my worst nightmare seems closer to becoming reality. The Jets going into the old play book to finding ways to lose and miss the playoffs and boy, the Knicks really do suck. The Rangers may save me but a gimpy hip may be the difference between a #4 seed and an early tee time. And its going to be cold. Give me 30 days, i beg of you. Overstock.com, are you fucking kidding me?! i'm throwing a flag—offsides! on-line store in the neutral zone! Overstock.com will get no business from me. In fact, i think i'm giving out origami this year. Here bastard,

here is an artist's rendition of a Borelli shotgun, Merry Christmas, now please shoot me!...

i long for the day when i can wait for the Cat Mom to get home from working the holidays at the Kitty Hospital in Oro, a bottle of wine at the ready, fresh ocean whitefish dinner for cats keeping the boys occupied as i cook a vegetable curry for my best lady. A universe away from the foolishness...

right now i'll settle for November that looks like November...