Via the Daily News.
Eons ago, I worked for Carl as a scheduler and community liaison. I learned a lot on the job, about people, about Brooklyn, about race, and about being in the workforce; but since I had that job I’ve learned that people are certainly not always as ridiculous in Daily News headlines as my former employer.
The Albany Times Union adds a great detail: “His departure comes amid an Inspector General’s Office investigation of his alleged improper contact with the chairman of the State Liquor Authority Dan Boyle, who has publicly complained that Andrews attempted to intimidate him in connection with a regulatory matter.”
This email from Newsmax is a travesty.
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Oh, hi. I’ve neglected to update the internet on my thoughts recently, and for that I apologize. But it’s just that I’ve been busy writing words about things elsewhere. If you are interested in those words, please read them over here and over here too. Oh, wait, here also. Also, check out my new widgetbox.
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This is award winning lady porn if I ever saw it. Thanks to Weeds for pushing the boundaries. Also, for letting the ladies (and gents) all over the world contemplate this beautiful image… a couple times a day.
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It’s raining really hard today and I started thinking about Travis Bickle. You know, from Taxi Driver. (By the way, if you live in New York and haven’t seen that movie, please go jump in the river.) Bickle’s oft quoted line is prescient in a way.
All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.
Did I miss it? It might have happened while I was in college, or at least it’s final push. It wasn’t rain, it was money, and it turned New York from a middle and lower class cesspool of violence and art to this shimmery new city and now there’s all these nice people who live here. It’s easy to have a faux nostalgia about old New York, because we’ve spent the last 15 years glamorizing it. I sometimes wish that we could turn back the clocks, if only to return to a time that was far more honest and lacked the doublespeak we are currently spoonfed. I also think the real estate market will do that for us. But I also like walking home by myself at night, for which I sometimes dress inappropriately.