Showing posts with label Brown People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brown People. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Of Pirates, Passover and Pablo Sandoval

A Passover for the memories: It snowed in April, the sun returned to its God-chosen point of origin, and the deli guy topped my morning bagel with cream cheese and lox instead of its raggedy Appalachian cousin lox spread. And finally, thanks to a very large and loud collection of family friends/benefactors, my fridge is now stocked with several containers of mysterious concoctions involving raisins, nuts, matzoh and "ch" sounds. 

In other news, a crew of American seamen provided more fodder for ethnocentric Yanks by overthrowing their Somalian pirate captors, while another group of buccaneers clearly slept through the "What Kind of Boats to Not Hijack" seminar. Most importantly, though, "Pablo Sandoval," IDM's beer-addled trivia team, scored 94 points last night in its first contest of the year, which happened to coincide with a successful first contest of the year for a certain baseball team by a certain bay. Pablo Sandoval's showing was good enough for second place, as the number '94' oft is in things such as trivia and, say, baseball. We didn't receive a wild card playoff invitation because the league's administrative office is populated with Mongoloids, but if we had, we're confident that our fundamental excellence (in geography, pop culture, sports and music, as it were) would have allowed us to dominate the opposition, who only won because we started slow and they were using iPhones like A-Rod used needles. Nevertheless, the 94 remains. An omen? Last I checked, one can still dream.

And finally, enjoy this fun video from a couple of Jamiroquai-sounding Euros (playing Mezzanine on 5/15):

Monday, March 30, 2009

A Bike Pimp Don't Hibernate, Motherfucker.

The Technocolored Bike Pimp was out in all his splendor near Poets' Walk in Central Park the other day, scoping out the the people trying to dance on roller skates on a brisk, late winter day. 


A good 30 folks were still out there as the light began to fade quickly. I asked the guy if he took his Pimp Bike on the subway, and he was none too pleased. The dark side of his pimp demeanor started to show itself, but he seemed to realize that he didn't need that part of the personality anymore, and suppressed the urge to 'beat that ho down.' Like "Hey, you're not a Real Pimp anymore, Calvin. You're a Bike Pimp. You don't need to do shit to make your ends -- just ride your Pimp-Ass Bike around the park, and white people will pay to take a picture with you." 



Incidentally, the last time I was up here was probably November, when I came on another Sunday around the same time of day, and the skaterdancers had already started to disperse. I walked past a guy and he looked at me and asked, "You shopping?" I didn't have shopping bags or anything. I thought that was a bit odd. 



Saturday, March 14, 2009

Three Months and Counting...


Only three months till los Puertoriqueños regresan a Manhattan. Their homeland decided to play the 50 real states in baseball today to celebrate the occasion. 

And on another note necessitating an under-appreciated accent mark, the Norwegian electroband Röyksopp is dominating iPod playlists in certain circles. Like, say, ours. We're 92 percent certain that they collaborate with The Knife but couldn't confirm this in a very thorough 17-second Google investigation.