I used to get upset at these folks and the kids claiming to sell candy for their basketball teams, until I realized something: There really has never been a point in history anyone begging has been honest about it. I mean outside of the Salvation Army, can anyone think of a street group that is regularly outside that does spend the money the way they claim to spend it?
I think the only time I have ever felt 100% secure in knowing what I gave to someone was something they used/ate was when my mom made cheese sandwiches she'd give me to give to Bill, the neighborhood acid casualty who always told me "You're mom is a very nice person!"
Does this mean we'll FINALLY be rid of these "NObody deserves to go HUNgry tonight!"-moaning jackbags? Particularly the morbidly obese 14-pack-a-day smoker outside the Starbucks in Union Square? Or the squirrelly weirdo in front of the other Starbucks on the other side of Union Square who gives tourists fake information about Union Square landmarks? His explanation of that digital clock thing above the old Virgin Megastore is so convoluted and also patently false that I can't even remember the details to relay them here.
@JohntheCraptist: AAAAHHH what the fuck is with that guy's voice?? it scares the shit out of me every time i walk by. i've always assumed that it's one of those crazy artificial voiceboxes made for people with throat cancer, but i've never wanted to look directly at him to confirm this.
Barry uses a favorite NYT code word: tidy. (Rachel Shaw lives in a "tidy tent" with porcelain dolls.) Times shorthand for describing neighborhoods:
TIDY: Well-behaved working folk, mostly of color
VIBRANT: Hipsters! Galleries! Gentrification! But...kind of gay. (See a 3/24/05 article about Portland OR: "Vibrant Cities Find One Thing Missing: Children)
GRITTY: Poor folk, mostly of color. (7/22/09: "Gritty Bushwick is Getting Some Wine Shops.")
HUSHED: White folks with big front lawns.
So Rachel, by this shorthand, is one of those decent poor folk. After all, she's got dolls.
You know, I had a choice between reading this article or Paul Krugman's on my phone this morning during my commute. I only get one option, because once the T goes underground, no signal (god, sometimes I miss DC). And it was tough, I mean, Dan Barry vs. Krugman droning on about health care reform in his 14th mix 'n match editorial, amirite? But I picked Krugman, and that made all the difference.
Because seriously, if I had read this shit, I might have puked. And Boston's so bankrupt, I'd probably be going home on the same dirty train.
Talk of rain tonight my ass. There's something called a weather forecast, dammit. Get a job and get some wireless!
Barry is a multiple award-winning bad-ass, and in 1994 even bagged a Pultizer at his former paper, the Providence Journal-Bulletin "for a series of articles about the state’s court system; the series led to various reforms and the criminal indictment of the state’s Supreme Court chief justice."
When did he become such a sloppy softie with a fetish for dorky similes?
If only that tea kettle sang Ella, or Louis Jordan, or even Chris Brown, and got those homeless toes tapping a rhythm of hope. Ah well. You can't have everything.
The gay couple, of course, live "near some rocks where men go to urinate." I guess we know why, right Dan? At night, they "sit at a riverside table . . . the moving waters suggesting mystery."
11/25/09
I think the only time I have ever felt 100% secure in knowing what I gave to someone was something they used/ate was when my mom made cheese sandwiches she'd give me to give to Bill, the neighborhood acid casualty who always told me "You're mom is a very nice person!"
I miss Bill.
11/25/09
Okay actually? I'll kind of miss that one.
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is coming
from inside
the house.
11/24/09
but then I remembered I'm an organ donor, which is basically a lifelong "good deed" credit anyway, right?
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TIDY: Well-behaved working folk, mostly of color
VIBRANT: Hipsters! Galleries! Gentrification! But...kind of gay. (See a 3/24/05 article about Portland OR: "Vibrant Cities Find One Thing Missing: Children)
GRITTY: Poor folk, mostly of color. (7/22/09: "Gritty Bushwick is Getting Some Wine Shops.")
HUSHED: White folks with big front lawns.
So Rachel, by this shorthand, is one of those decent poor folk. After all, she's got dolls.
07/31/09
Because seriously, if I had read this shit, I might have puked. And Boston's so bankrupt, I'd probably be going home on the same dirty train.
Talk of rain tonight my ass. There's something called a weather forecast, dammit. Get a job and get some wireless!
(that's sort of a joke.)
07/31/09
Barry is a multiple award-winning bad-ass, and in 1994 even bagged a Pultizer at his former paper, the Providence Journal-Bulletin "for a series of articles about the state’s court system; the series led to various reforms and the criminal indictment of the state’s Supreme Court chief justice."
When did he become such a sloppy softie with a fetish for dorky similes?
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