Hip-Hop Not!

On March 31, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Donations, Gymnastics, Gyrations, Hip-Hop, i-Pad, i-Pod, Lazy, Rap, Spinning, Subway, Subway train cars, Tattoos, twirling

Along with sagging pants, I’m also tired of these young guys spinning, break dancing and doing gymnastics on the subways. Was riding on the N train earlier today after enjoying a wonderful lunch with a girlfriend.

Everybody is quietly reading or chatting when these two tattooed fools (I have nothing against tattoos since I have nearly a dozen but nor do I twirl and gyrate on the subway) get into the car with loud obnoxious rap music using an i-Pad and speakers.

They were actually saying how they’re not robbing or stealing even though they were robbing and stealing my peaceful train ride. Like I’m supposed to appreciate their horrible hip-hopping.

Complaining that they weren’t getting many donations. Hmmm….. I wonder why?

As always these guys managed to bring Jesus into their spiel then after an awful performance, they also commenced to using both the N- and B- words while the extremely decorated one wearing sneakers with wings was complaining that his cousin would not give him money.

The cousin expected him to work! Shudders!! The W- Word!! Why work or go to school when you can spin and hang upside down from the train car poles nearing injuring or killing your fellow riders. I’m sorry but the Bible says, 2 Thessalonians 3:10
Common English Bible (CEB)
10 Even when we were with you we were giving you this command: “If anyone doesn’t want to work, they shouldn’t eat.”

Also the book of Proverbs has a whole lot to say about laziness.

Dang I hope his cousin does put him out. Anyway how did he pay for those fancy clothes, 500 tattoos, Winged Sneakers plus an i-Pad with speakers!!

Germ Warfare

On September 6, 2013September 6, 2013 By dancingpalmtreesIn Azithromycin, Body Snatchers, City MD Urgent Care at 336 East 86th Street, Cold Virus, Cornucopia, Dr. Phibes, Evil, Germs, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Kefir, Malevolent, Records, Vincent Price, Vinyl, Vitamins, Walgreens, Walking Wounded, Wicked2 Comments

Germ Warfare

After a fruitful and pleasant visit to City MD Urgent Care at 336 East 86th Street I was diagnosed with yet another sinus infection. I seem to get them every 3 to 4 months. Why I don’t know?! CityMD Urgent Care are very efficient using Google Maps to locate the Walgreens in my neighborhood Fulton & Nostrand send them the prescriptions so all I had to do was pick it up.

Carnival Cruise 2004 — 2004 Carnival Cruise

Now I’m back to being a pill factory. A veritable cornucopia of pills, ear drops, nasal spray, and my buddy Azithromycin. Damn! There’s no escaping old age, body decline & being tired, exhausted and drained, no matter how much healthy organic foods I eat; water, juice, and Kefir I drink, yogurt I consume or daily exercise. Guess I’m just a magnet for germs.

Ah the joys of living with Acute Sinusitis! Since last Thursday I have drunk more tea with honey and lemon and eaten so much garlic that even though it did not kill the germs I was not visited by any Vampires. By Labor Day I was so wiped out by hacking and coughing the previous night I had morphed into a raccoon. I do believe I left behind a lung, kidney and parts of my diaphragm at my workplace. I looked like I had gone a few rounds with boxer Muhammad Ali in his prime or spent three weeks without sleep since I had two black eyes. I could barely speak and became a raspy voice Joe Cocker harlequin at the Annual Palace Ball!

Being a soldier I fought these invaders to my system with humongous amounts of liquids, eventually consuming cloves of garlic in a nearly raw state so much so that I could have repelled an Army of the Undead. By Monday Labor Day I was pushed into the role of Zombie Guard at my workplace. Tuesday I stayed home to recover and felt well enough Wednesday to attend an outing in Central Park with friends.

For several days now, Mr. Nasal Congestion, his wife Missy Mucous invited what sounded like an entire team of Flamenco dancers to torture my right ear. The clickety clacking sounds were so loud that obviously the Flamenco dancers were using extra loud castanets! The accompanying pain was like Flamenco dancers were driving a nail, spear or knife through my right ear ala the Vincent Price, Dr. Phibes! Enough! Thus my journey to CityMD Urgent Care for relief from pain, congestion and coughing. Now I’m about to put these ear drops in my right ear and murder all those inconsiderate castanet playing tap dancing Flamencos!! Die you evil bastards!!!

Folks it is like being a host for the Germ Factory Club. Gonna make you sweat with a delightful roasted body fever. You feel the Invasion of the Body Snatchers partying inside your body doing the Cha, Cha, Cha, Tango, Rumba and Foxtrot all up and down my sinus cavities! The beautiful static noise inside my right ear reminds me of the point when the needle touches the vinyl on old fashioned records.

Today I may be a member of the Walking Wounded but I will repel these nasty malevolent trespassers away from my being! Next in my arsenal, super duper strength vitamins! Get back you wicked virus! My sword released from its sheath and I will win the battle and the war!

A Building at Rest — An Ode to the Medieval and Lehman Wings

On November 23, 2012 By dancingpalmtreesIn Catharsis, Creativity, Dreams, Explore, Fantasy, Goddess, Images, Innovation, Inquisitive, Inscriptions, Knowledge, Museum, Protean, Sacred, soul, Spirituality, Stigmata, Surrealism, Thanksgiving, Vision, Vision Quest, Visions

A Building at Rest

The museum Thanksgiving Day 2012 –
the museum is populated by a wonderful yet mysterious quiet & peace undisturbed by the frenetic masses. Silences punctuated only by flowing water, the endless hum and shifting of building machinery.

Even normal noises can be unsettling. Especially those associated with people. The building has become a living breathing organism Uttering creaks moans sighs groans from over 140 years of footfalls, voices, radios, songs, cantatas, the chiming of clocks, exclamations of awe & wonder. Whispers from a Victorian century long past to digital diversity.

Oh what secrets lie transfixed within these silent walls yearning for release.

The immortality of brick, mortar & steel record the march of ethnicities & nations who roam free these hallowed halls.

Sometimes the sudden interruption of footfalls becomes ominous, invading the sanctity of the Holy Sanctuary. Even the sound of my own steps is somewhat menacing. What spirits accompany me on perambulations among the saints and sinners?

The feeble burbling of the fountain stream’s half-hearted attempts to empty its essence, struggling to pollinate magnificent coins.

The day is at end, the light has faded. Now the night crew enters to continue the evening melody.