Isn't there an election coming up in this Little Apple? I don't hear much about it....guess it's a done deal. What's that about? All I know about the powers that be are that they have T names most often. You'd think they would have J names like John or Jim. And a few Michaels thrown in. Go figure.
So what's the game plan for the new season Mr. Ts? Not just about the budget but the vision and direction of the city. The thing I like about Barack is he's out there town meeting-ing and telling his spiel and vision. Wish that happened more here. I even offered to do a State of the City address to one Mr. T's chagrin.
I heard rumors of a art center. Now that would be visionary news. Culture is everything. Art is the only thing that lasts in time, think about it. So Mr. Ts what have you got up your sleeve...do tell. I have been saying for years to eminent domain part of Cookman (rumor has it there is going to be some cheap digs to scoop up there soon anyway) and build an arts center. The money would have been there a year ago....guess now we'd have to wait until 2010. But the funding would show up for a well thought out project for the whole city. Hey if Barack can think of health care in these dire economic times, why can't the Big Ts do the same with Big D's Cultural Center?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Slightly Slacky
Hmmm....I'm not sure but I'm sensing a change since Jake exposed me. For one thing, Yeah, I want to write more and another thing is there are some strange and wondrous goings on that even before being outed I would of been careful in exploring here in my blog about the Little Apple. I'm still having that dilemma about how far to go.
But the change I noticed specifically this week is that people are showing up as kooler KPs than the uhhumm... the PPs. The power of the press I guess. Thanks Jake.
One Little Apple thang is the Boss is in town. Yahoo! That always brings a little pep to the Little Apple though the guy confuses me. I met him this fall on the boards and he seems like a really nice down to earth guy. But he seems a bit removed from the community of the Little Apple. Next time I run into him I'll have to ask him what that's all about.
There a lot of people around town I'd luv to have a Jay Leno sit down with.
But the change I noticed specifically this week is that people are showing up as kooler KPs than the uhhumm... the PPs. The power of the press I guess. Thanks Jake.
One Little Apple thang is the Boss is in town. Yahoo! That always brings a little pep to the Little Apple though the guy confuses me. I met him this fall on the boards and he seems like a really nice down to earth guy. But he seems a bit removed from the community of the Little Apple. Next time I run into him I'll have to ask him what that's all about.
There a lot of people around town I'd luv to have a Jay Leno sit down with.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Damn, Jake took my shirt off.....Oh Boy!!!
Now, what do I do? Like I said, DAMN, I've been disrobed by Jake the internet observer of the TNC (Tri City News for those who aren't in the local know). I could of said unmasked but Jake likes to show his naked torso. So, I thought it was apropos. Mmmm....Then I could of said I was castrated but that would allude to thoughts of the penis...and we we wouldn't want that here in the Little Apple...or would we?
Ok, to clarify to Jake and you who wouldn't know :-), I call myself Big D...because I'm tall and D (in correlation with my other blog "Big Dick's Big Apple") is an euphemism (or is it a dysphemism) for my surname...now, the "size matters" is a speculation for the desirables or undesirables..hehehe..but we could talk Jake.....
Hmmm...What's a Big D to do? Please tell me. My first reaction was to stop writing here ever again. I mean Jake was quick to point out I do not write here enough anyway. Slacker was what he called me. Boy, I'd love to be a slacker but it's not in my family's genes. Look at my sister, she makes my head spin how she multitasks, macrotasks, and microtasks simultaneously. I'm a smaller yet bigger version of her I guess. My friends in the city always ask me how I am enjoying retirement? I laugh and say it's great I only work 12 hours a day because the bars close two hours earlier down here, i.e. not my usual 14. I would love to write more but when I told my sister that my secret retirement party was the week before Memorial Day she gave me the "Yeah Right!" look. She recommended that Jake and I switch jobs for awhile so I could get some writing done...what do you say Jake? :-)
Any hoo, since he dismembered me, as it were, I have this dilemma. Can I ever rant again about the goings on here in the Little Apple or do I have to be that good guy and only rave?....hmmmm....it's a paradox. I am definitely not and would never hopefully find myself comparable to the other journalist I call "The Silly Guy" in the TNC when it comes to my ranting. No misObamaisms here.
Jake, I'm not sure but I guess it is a Zen responsibility what words you send out into the world. My idea in writing this blog was to reflect on the comings and goings of the people and policies of the Little Apple. When I want to take the black and white and gray it, I tend to get poetic and metaphoric....not quite Zen in my book.
I knew intuitively that one day I would be found out and like the novel I'm trying to write "I Disappear" I would do just that. In that novel, a guy writes about his life after the collapse of the world. He doesn't know if anyone will ever read what he wrote. He doesn't know that even if his writings are read, when that would be. Would it be in a year, ten years or 300 years? He wonders if whoever reads his work will understand the references, idioms or even the language. Most of us think that "now" is what is and what will be. But everything evolves and transforms...more Zen there huh? lol..nah, I'm not a Buddhist ..I say I'm a Bachian Universalist....Google that! LOL
Ok, it's Friday night, turning into almost morning, the DJ is winding down and I'm here slacking off by wondering if throwing my opinions and observations of this extraordinarily new and novel universe the Little Apple out onto the waves is a great idea. But then there is the thought of allowing them to bounce off of that sculpted torso to drop into the moonlit sea.........
What's Big D to do? Hmmmm...
Ok, to clarify to Jake and you who wouldn't know :-), I call myself Big D...because I'm tall and D (in correlation with my other blog "Big Dick's Big Apple") is an euphemism (or is it a dysphemism) for my surname...now, the "size matters" is a speculation for the desirables or undesirables..hehehe..but we could talk Jake.....
Hmmm...What's a Big D to do? Please tell me. My first reaction was to stop writing here ever again. I mean Jake was quick to point out I do not write here enough anyway. Slacker was what he called me. Boy, I'd love to be a slacker but it's not in my family's genes. Look at my sister, she makes my head spin how she multitasks, macrotasks, and microtasks simultaneously. I'm a smaller yet bigger version of her I guess. My friends in the city always ask me how I am enjoying retirement? I laugh and say it's great I only work 12 hours a day because the bars close two hours earlier down here, i.e. not my usual 14. I would love to write more but when I told my sister that my secret retirement party was the week before Memorial Day she gave me the "Yeah Right!" look. She recommended that Jake and I switch jobs for awhile so I could get some writing done...what do you say Jake? :-)
Any hoo, since he dismembered me, as it were, I have this dilemma. Can I ever rant again about the goings on here in the Little Apple or do I have to be that good guy and only rave?....hmmmm....it's a paradox. I am definitely not and would never hopefully find myself comparable to the other journalist I call "The Silly Guy" in the TNC when it comes to my ranting. No misObamaisms here.
Jake, I'm not sure but I guess it is a Zen responsibility what words you send out into the world. My idea in writing this blog was to reflect on the comings and goings of the people and policies of the Little Apple. When I want to take the black and white and gray it, I tend to get poetic and metaphoric....not quite Zen in my book.
I knew intuitively that one day I would be found out and like the novel I'm trying to write "I Disappear" I would do just that. In that novel, a guy writes about his life after the collapse of the world. He doesn't know if anyone will ever read what he wrote. He doesn't know that even if his writings are read, when that would be. Would it be in a year, ten years or 300 years? He wonders if whoever reads his work will understand the references, idioms or even the language. Most of us think that "now" is what is and what will be. But everything evolves and transforms...more Zen there huh? lol..nah, I'm not a Buddhist ..I say I'm a Bachian Universalist....Google that! LOL
Ok, it's Friday night, turning into almost morning, the DJ is winding down and I'm here slacking off by wondering if throwing my opinions and observations of this extraordinarily new and novel universe the Little Apple out onto the waves is a great idea. But then there is the thought of allowing them to bounce off of that sculpted torso to drop into the moonlit sea.........
What's Big D to do? Hmmmm...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
State of the Little Apple Address
Wouldn't that be cool? A town hall state of the city address. Now if I were king, I'd do it. There's so much mush to be addressed, assessed and digressed in our Little Apple here in Asbury Park.
Top Topics: There is the L-A relatedness to the state of morbidness of the global economy and how this little apple that could, will. Then there is the audacity of hope syndrome on the Ave called Cookman. Hmmm...I mean, what's happening there? Hello! In the short time, when the fireworks begin at the phoenix walkway of boards that fronts the beautiful sea, Madame Marie's kiosk will be a buzz with divining about the diving. Fashionistas of the post Williamsburg set meeting organically with the annually challenged princesses of the suburbs of our metro little apple at the local cup of joe. East Side, West Side all around the town....bring it on! Oh yeah, that West Side...we forget about them. Even the silly guy, the un-readable paean of conservatism, would need a cocktail to tackle that one. pi
Word is....and should be told by "the guy" that the Little Apple is going to be surfing the wave of recovery and gently landing on the beach of this Atlantic Atlantis. Its going to be an arduous and exhilarating ride with bumps and travails. It's going to be a model to the un-locals of how a this small city is going to beat the odds and rise to the crest of the coming wave. Surfing in speedos, now that's a image to wrap your thighs around.
Ok, I guess my State of the Little Apple would be filled with delicately veiled humor yet very poetic, a read between, on top of, and around the corner of the lines kind of address. I mean, damn, everybody knows everybody here. Best to be obscure and colorful then pointed and too realistic. N'est pas? Through my old motto, "Don't be subtle!" out the window and start afresh with pragmatic wish fullness. The perfect paradox in the paradigm called Little Apple.
Top Topics: There is the L-A relatedness to the state of morbidness of the global economy and how this little apple that could, will. Then there is the audacity of hope syndrome on the Ave called Cookman. Hmmm...I mean, what's happening there? Hello! In the short time, when the fireworks begin at the phoenix walkway of boards that fronts the beautiful sea, Madame Marie's kiosk will be a buzz with divining about the diving. Fashionistas of the post Williamsburg set meeting organically with the annually challenged princesses of the suburbs of our metro little apple at the local cup of joe. East Side, West Side all around the town....bring it on! Oh yeah, that West Side...we forget about them. Even the silly guy, the un-readable paean of conservatism, would need a cocktail to tackle that one. pi
Word is....and should be told by "the guy" that the Little Apple is going to be surfing the wave of recovery and gently landing on the beach of this Atlantic Atlantis. Its going to be an arduous and exhilarating ride with bumps and travails. It's going to be a model to the un-locals of how a this small city is going to beat the odds and rise to the crest of the coming wave. Surfing in speedos, now that's a image to wrap your thighs around.
Ok, I guess my State of the Little Apple would be filled with delicately veiled humor yet very poetic, a read between, on top of, and around the corner of the lines kind of address. I mean, damn, everybody knows everybody here. Best to be obscure and colorful then pointed and too realistic. N'est pas? Through my old motto, "Don't be subtle!" out the window and start afresh with pragmatic wish fullness. The perfect paradox in the paradigm called Little Apple.
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