May 2006 Archives

Today.

11:30 am
Woke up, Tea/ Indian spice, played with nikita, perfect AC setting

12:30pm
Brunch, Astoria, Café Bar, Claudio, Cypriot breakfast, frappe, $25.80

2:30
Home windows & balcony door wide open, loud music, tanning on the balcony

4:30pm
Second shower of the day, homemade smoothie, Beauty shop/ Queen Latifa

6pm
Downpour, raining cats and dogs, rain felt warm on my feet, remembered childhood

7pm
Beautiful sky, headed out with my camera, took pics in Astoria, N train to Manhattan

8pm
Manhattan, Hiro, Hisa, and the other Japanese guy, everything closed, Rolling Rock beer, prosciutto mozzarella basil tomato panino (I wanted one ever since I saw the “dark-cloud” eating one), Starbucks, caramel macchiato, shabby Japanese skills.

10pm
Home, television, down time, junk food, ?

While its dry in Manhattan, a downpour soaks Astoria.

I went out last night and danced my ass off. Junior Vasquez did his thing. The energy in the house was incredible. Everyone was grown up and no one had the need to speak in Ebonics as a means of reaffirming their weak self sense of masculinity. The crowd was hot and surprisingly sober. The space was packed beyond capacity but I found my spots to groove in and maintained a light level of perspiration throughout the night. Including the DJ and his crew, I knew maybe another 4 faces in the entire place. Therefore, I didn’t have to go through the ritualistic pound or handshake every two minutes routine or give any why-the-fuck-are-you-hating looks. I got to finally show off some of my spring/ summer threads, including my patriotic new Cuba national soccer team jacket and even managed not to get a single scuff mark on my kicks. I had a corona, a red bull, water, two cigarettes, a stick of gum, and one hell of good time.

I took my babies out for a walk around town today. Aren't they hot?
Status quos are so expensive but did I mention hot?

I loved it! It was hot and in my opinion better than perhaps the first two parts.
FYI: there is a short scene at the end of all the credits worth watching.

So I am in my backyard minding my own and I look over to the next door backyard and I see some funky business going on. There is some guy peeping through a fence towards my widow neighbor’s property two doors down. I immediately realize that shit isn’t right because even though this guy’s back is to me I can tell that he is up to no good. He turns around sees me and immediately panics. He then jets out of my immediate neighbors backyard and disappears. Now, I am worried because my neighbor is, as previously mentioned, a widow, who lives alone with her young daughter. I run inside and look through the kitchen window to try and see if this guy is still lingering around. I do not see him so I go back to the balcony and I now notice that the door near the back of the property was closed but now ajar.

I see movement inside and then someone pokes their head out and looks around and I am say to myself, oh shit something is happening. I run for my camera and make use of the telescopic lens skills. I took as many shots as I could for 2-3 seconds and then ran downstairs after them in my chancletas. I being doing a lot of that as of late, running downstairs in my chancletas that is. It is incredible that I could be such a total pussy at say a bird crashing into my window but chase after two thieves who may have just raped and killed a woman or girl for all that I know. But the adrenaline runs differently when your mind assumes responsibility for the protection of others, especially if they can invoke our worst fears of the possible dangers that mothers, nieces and daughters in our life face in our often violent world.

By the time I got downstairs they were around the corner and my unaware neighbor whom the preps had just ran past was opening her front door gates. I told her as quickly as I could everything I saw and we ran down to the corner. What luck, less then a hundred feet away were the cops. We quickly explained and she then panicked at remembering that her daughter was home alone asleep upstairs where she left her before going to the store.

I jumped in the car with the cops and we sped forward circling the area. After less then 6min I spotted the one in the pictures and he they had to put the car in reveres for a good 200 hundred feet. The guy saw us coming dropped all of the goods and jumped over a fence. We then circled the block and I spotted the other one who was playing the lookout. He was the first punk who made a run for it. It was nice to see pinned to the ground with a boot on the back of his head. So were the remnants of dirt, dry grass, and hopefully dog shit he later had on his face when he was playing the victim role. He couldn’t even look me in the face. Before I left, I gave him a good hard look and told him that I didn’t want to see him in my block again. He wasn’t happy.

We never found the other guy but I burned the following Kodak moments for the local 114.

Balloon Flower (Red), Artist: Jeff Koons

The new 7 World Trade Center to the left. A building with its face still missing ahead.

And now for a bad pic.

The Japanese ad basically says: "Feel it. Get into it."
wtf! Does that that not sound like perfect NYC fag lingo to you? I guess its contagious.
I like the picture though. Wheres my horn? I want to toote it.

btw: Notice the t-shirts text says, I love salmon rice ball. (now click here)

Yellow Warbler (Dendroica petechia)

This morning I went to the window. I got there, opened the shades and think the following: Wow. What a beautiful -HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

It turns out that this bird flew (crashed?) right at the window. I acted like a big pussy, for lack of a better word. You should have seen me. Actually no, you shouldn’t have. I jumped and my heart went from 0 to 60 in 2.5 seconds.

I crossed my arms and covered my face. All I knew was that some unidentified flying object was coming at me. The deep thump sound of the accident against the window pane made my body stiffen. I then ran to the balcony to see what the fuck just scared the shit out of me. Down below on the concrete lay the culprit. A little fucking bird. I was flushed, ashamed and laughed at my cowardly reaction to the whole thing. I deeply reflected on what a pussy I just proved myself to be for maybe 2, 3 long seconds.

I then naturally ran for the camera and ran down in chanqletas (flip-flops that did a lot of flopping) and smelling faintly of pussy. I was really surprised when I saw the little fellow. He was so bright and yellow. He must have looked quite uplifting when animated but now his limp body was on the ground, plumage lay to waste. I took a deep pensive breath and said; see that’s what you get for fucking with me. Then it was just a matter of deciding what film speed to use?