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1/16/2008

Gettin’ the old Band back together

File under... The City, Dead Rockstars — mylo @ 1:02 am

We are the whooooooo!I’ve been in a quandry since I moved to good old Bill-Burg. I have roof access, the way to the roof is only a few feet away. Barely anyone goes up there, and there has to be something cool to do with it.

I thought of a garden, and I thought of some sort of coffee nook thing. Then something happened last weekend.

I was helping ms. brit clean out her apartment and the other students in her apartment complex were doing the same. One of those blessed foriegn souls tossed their guitar.

It was in good condition, it just needed some strings and a tuning.

Well you know another man’s garbage…

Ms. Brit refused to let me smash it in front of her building. It’s too bad I had it all planned too, I was going to do a classic Pete Townshend windmill a power slide, a few notes from the ending of A Quick One, then smashy-smashy.

Ms. Brit’s been protecting it, and it’s been sitting forelorningly. If an object was ever made to be destroyed it’s that one.

Then I was listening to U2 on my iPod, then the Beatles came on. Then I was thinking about the hallmark of any great band is one awesome show on a roof.

Then I realized I have a roof.

So I figured I have three months to learn how to play guitar, get a band together, get a few hits, throw that kick ass roof show. Then smashy-smashy.

Yes it’s complicated, but on… ok on paper it’s as complicated as well.

Ok fine, if I skip the learning guitar part to learn a few songs, gather a few friends that have musical talent, skip the recording deal, throw roof show, then smashy-smashy!

Perfect.



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2/11/2007

Hey I just saw that reverend billy guy get arrested… again

File under... The City — mylo @ 5:17 pm

So I’m going to the writers room, and I have my habits.  The first thing is get myself a nice hot cup ‘o’ joe at the starbucks on astor place.
Today I deviated from the plan because I really needed food.  I hadn’t had anything that resembled a meal since thursday, so I was starving.  I ate first and then I go to the starbucks, and there they were the church of stop shopping.

They came singing and dancing up saint marks past that giant cube, and to the starbucks.  He tried to get in, but the cops wouldn’t let him.  Fair enough, right?  So he directs his crowd to touch the store to excorsize it of demons.

The cops told him to stop, he didn’t and they slapped the cuffs on him.

So here’s the thing, although I do understand where rev billy is coming from.  I would like to see one of those hugeass cool coffee places there like in so I married an axe murderer, but isn’t there other things to protest?

We have a horrible war going on, slaughter in dafur, starvation not just abroad but here, high rent prices, homeless (and horrible treatment of them by the cops and mayor), global warming, and a retard of a president.

You could protest any one of these but noooooo… starbucks is sooooooooo much more important.
After discussing this with a cute barista that shops at victoria secret, I got my coffee and proceded to the room.



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11/6/2006

Why do I think Dad is laughing his ass off?

File under... The City — mylo @ 10:31 pm

Intrepid gets stuck. I would have killed to have been there.



9/11/2005

Traditional Sept 11th post

File under... The City — mylo @ 3:08 pm

It’s also my last. I hope.

It’s been four long years now. We’ve been mourning for that amount of time, and quite frankly I’m stopping. You see when it happened, I was really hoping by now we would have learned something, or done something to rebuild.

But we done nothing. We show the names in time square, we squeeze a few tears out. I can’t even give sympathy to the familes who lost people, and even less to the NYPD and FDNY.

The NYPD, and FDNY did exactly what we paid them to do. To sacrifice their if lives, if needed to protect the city. Yeah it sounds cold but it’s the truth.

Ground zero is still a gigantic parking lot, and a lot of families who lost people ended up spending the cash they were given for stupid shit.

The worst part is that we still think we got the short end. Think of New Orleans, that was an entire city. We just lost of couple of buildings and the rest of the city was fine.

But fuck it seriously, no more sympathy. I’m out seriously out.



5/22/2005

Story time

File under... The City — mylo @ 2:22 pm

As you can tell from the last post that I found a new apartment in the city. It’s surprizingly affordable, and it’s a bit of a miracle and dream.

But as always when trying to obtain miracles and dreams you have to sacrifice something. I pretty much had to sacrifice this weekend by going home and getting paper work done. No real complaints though, I haven’t seen my parents in a while, and it was nice.

So I came back to the city, and I’m thinking that in about a week to two weeks this boro will be my home. But I’m bored and I don’t have my laptop on me, so I figured I would stop in to the ‘net cafe on times square. Here is my story, and I think it’s one of the few stories I shared in a public space about 9-11.

When the towers went down, and the job in tatters I walked through the city a lot. At least in the area’s I was allowed to go. I didn’t know what I was doing, I think I was in shock mostly. I tried to volunteer but all of the positions were filled up. I mostly walked around and just took mental notes.

I some how made it here to the cyber cafe, since I didn’t have TV, radio, or internet, because of the lack of twin towers so I figured I would at least keep in touch, and see what’s going on. So I get here and there was a line, a very very very long line. Longer than any blockbuster movie, game, or concert. People from all over the city, the country and the world were here to tell their loved ones that they were alive and ok.

I think it was one of the most saddest things I seen as a result of 9-11. I could be bias though, besides my father, and my brother no one really called me to see if I was alive. That includes cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents.

But that’s one of my 9-11 story. Not sure why I felt like talking about it. But it’s out there.



9/12/2004

Sept 11th year three

File under... The City — mylo @ 4:47 am

Yesterday was the third anniversary of September 11th. I couldn’t see any mourning, nor did I want to participate in it.

Life seemed to carry on like it might have on September 9th 2001, or September 11, 2000. I’m pretty sure there were memorials, I have heard of a few. But seemed like it was less visible though. I can’t say if it’s a good or bad thing.

I spent the day with the usual people, we hung around in little Italy. As we were leaving to go home, Johnny D and I noticed around the towers of light that there was something in them. Like lights floating around in the pillars of the columns. But for the life of us we couldn’t figure it out. So we walked all the way there.

As we were walking we came up with theories, like mosquitos, moths, birds, confetti, dust, lasers, smaller spot lights, the souls of the 3,000 to extract bloody justice but as we got closer it was more confusing.

We finally got to the base for the towers, I would like to tell you we saw a miracle. I would like to tell you we saw people united and singing for world peace, I’d even like to tell you the floating lights couldn’t even be explained that they were a miracle.

I can’t though. The truth of the matter is that they were moths and a couple of birds trying to get a free meal. I can’t explain however how they were seen all the way in little Italy, and more than halfway across the harbor. According to some accounts from some of the people they were seen as far up as 34th street, and from Brooklyn. Maybe that’s a miracle of sorts, I don’t know I’m not a scientist, or theologian.

For the people united, didn’t happen. They were mostly either tourists, or hipsters coming from bars that were around that area. A few of the hipsters even made fun of the people that were attracted to the lights. Maybe following an unexplainable natural phenomenon isn’t cool for NYCs elite.

It brought a few people together though, or I would like to think it did. It also reminded me about September 11th than in a much more beautiful way than names being spouted out on a jumbotron.



9/3/2004

Good, now put the puppet away and go home

File under... Politics, The City — mylo @ 3:31 am

Tonight was the last night of the RNC. Thank god.

Although I didn’t join any protests, or mug any republicans (like they so deserve) I was there in spirit. I did manage to at least get close to the scene as I could, so I can tell you out of staters a little.

Lots of cops, lots of barracades, and a lot of shit eating grins from assholes in business suits when cops shooed away “the anarchists” with the scary signs with numbers and messages.

no laura your joints are in the other pocketSo my opinion of Republicans hasn’t changed infact it grew much worse because the ones that were brave enough to leave the grounds were such assholes. Arrogant and braindead to boot.

And is it me that Laura Bush looks too happy. Actually no that’s putting it mildly, she looks stoned as fuck. To be fair to GW he quit cocaine (supposedly). But Laura might be sniffing glue when the cameras stop rolling.

For now on, maybe they should drug test the first family. They have no problems of giving students drug tests on the spot, or athletes. Lets screen first families, send them to rehab and put that on the news.

But yeah anyway, where was I? Oh yeah.

Republicans are dicks, I’m glad they are going home, Laura Bush bought a dime bag from a friend of mine, and …

Vote Kerry, he can’t do as bad a job. Seriously people.



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