Thursday, August 09, 2007
old skool hiphop in harlem
biz markie, doug e fresh, lovebug starsky, brucey b in harlem! best concert this year and it was free. afterwards, went to a soul food joint that had a live ASIAN band waxin jazz musicology. the singer looked like my mom! good times with the roomie jay and cali->ny->cali transplant, pat.
community gardens in my neighborhood
so, in the east village, there are 2-3 community gardens every block. i decided to do a lil east village tour with a new cali transplant, shirley. in one of the parks, we were given a history lesson by an older woman who was just marinatin' next to her plot. interestingly enough, ex-mayor guiliani tried claiming the land for real estate development bringing down the number of parks from 700 to about 400. the parks on the "endangered" list in my area were bought out by a wealthy woman and given to a park society.
each community garden is cared for like any apt. a board meets regularly and throws events for the members of the garden. each garden member owns a plot of land and can plant whatever they want in their little space. too bad san francisco doesn't have community gardens. i'd buy my mom a plot to hold her over until my sis and i can get her a house with a big backyard.
each community garden is cared for like any apt. a board meets regularly and throws events for the members of the garden. each garden member owns a plot of land and can plant whatever they want in their little space. too bad san francisco doesn't have community gardens. i'd buy my mom a plot to hold her over until my sis and i can get her a house with a big backyard.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
a little bit of cali in jersey
last month, it was matt's birthday. we chilled, chilled some more, then chilled beyond comprehension. we crashed eric's poolside bbq somewhere in jersey. he was nice enough to let us rape a blow-up shamu in his pool.
who's yo daddy!
after that, we headed to brandon's beachhouse. he said the boiler was broken, but that's like saying bush has problems. there were wooden planks stacked in the living room, shuttered windows, haphazard electric wires that clung like unkept wall vines, and no water. but really, that just added to the experience. that forced us to hang out on the balcony and endure the beer funnel and unending beer and jack. if we actually had beds to sleep in, we prolly would never have gone to the beach at 3am and played football until sunrise. good times and the first taste of california on the east coast. chillin' out.
who's yo daddy!
after that, we headed to brandon's beachhouse. he said the boiler was broken, but that's like saying bush has problems. there were wooden planks stacked in the living room, shuttered windows, haphazard electric wires that clung like unkept wall vines, and no water. but really, that just added to the experience. that forced us to hang out on the balcony and endure the beer funnel and unending beer and jack. if we actually had beds to sleep in, we prolly would never have gone to the beach at 3am and played football until sunrise. good times and the first taste of california on the east coast. chillin' out.
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