Today is still Wednesday, March 10th, 2010 and it is now 645 PM here in Brooklyn, New York City.
To continue...Well, little bro ran like the pussy he is. Word is he is deep in the bush in Claveria where their father's hilltribe has its capital. Funny, the tribe is in the midst of a bloody inter-ethnic war and is also surrounded by the Islamic and Maoist forces so far someone who shied away from war he picked a funny place to hang out.
The next day, Friday, I went to the library. Now I obviously have my own computer, but for some unexplained reason I chose to use the free PC they have in NYC public libraries (actually 2 systems, NYC and Brooklyn-Quuens, I was up in the South Bronx taking care of my TB nonsense). Next to me was a gaggle of black female teens. Library rules say only 1 person per PC station, no standings around, etc. 6 teens there, par for the course in NYC.
I was on Jackie's Youtube channel getting her some videos, but the observant chap that I am, saw that the "girls" were watching 2 black teens doing the latest version of the "Harlem Shake," a hiphop dance popularised in the Polo Grounds Housing Project (Estate as they say elsewhere, funny "Estate" in the US only means upper crust palatial housing), at the turn of the millenium. They were laughing, almost screaming...
I needed a pen to write some urls and the security guard was nice enough to lend me hers. When I was finished I stood up, gave her back her pen, unplugged my headphones from the PC and then, for some unexplicable reason, walked away from the PC station.
Sitting on the opposite end of the library, reading a new release about Genghis Khan, I finally felt ready to leave, walked outside and automatically reached for my TMobile Sidekick. Alas it was not in my pocket, so I rushed back ibnside to the PC I had been using, and a down on his luck older man was busy trying to circumvent the security parameters of the PC (for whatever reason, wink). The same socially retarded group of young ladies was standing around guffawing about the video of the dancers.
I didn't see my Sidekick so I went to the clerk/Librarian station and asked that dumb question people always ask,"Um, ma'am, might someone have turned in a brand new Sidekick (a 450 US phone)?" Said she, "Yes, they turned it in!" I was ecstatic...until she opened her drawer, reached in, and handed me my 20 US earbuds, and nothing else.
I walked back to the PC, and the older man smiled saying he had turned in the headphones, I thanked him. I asked if he had, by chance, seen a black phone as well. I am not G-D but I am actually well trained in interrogation and the physical cues associated with it (in the IDF one of my last command deployments was as overall CO of one of the busiest static Static Checkpoints in Shechem /Nablus, so called "West Bank").
As far as I can tell the man was honest, but the girls? It takes no training to know what was what, and then stupidly coy comments just aggravated me further. After less than a minute I just said fuck it and was walking to the exit. As I walked a black teen, maybe 14 or 15 but well over 6 feet said, "Mista?" I said, "What?" "You dropped your thing over there on the floor!" I thought for a milisecond the kid was being a "Good Samaritan," and innocently asked him,"What did I driopm" Laughing uproariously he said,"Your life loser!"
Wellllllllllllll......Now let me first say I have almost super human control, utmost mental discipline. However, I said loud enough for the entire library to hear, "What motherfucker? I ok like your fucken' friend? Am I your playmate bitch?" He was shocked, "Mista why you gotta' say all that???" "Oh, I'm 'Mista'? How come that 'respect' don't extend to the rest of the shit comin' out the side of your crooked mouth?"
For the sake of brevity, it devolved quickly into him feeling the need to challenge me physically. As walked quickly to the entrance, saying,Well we can do this then! Let's take this outside (so original)." I am 43, a convicted felon in New York, and here I was possibly beating a 14 year old BOY to death (or alternatively getting my ass kicked by him which wmay have been even worse for me psychologically). I noticed the braces in his mouth, Khow old are you? 14???" His reply, VERY earnestly, "No, I'm not 14," which in retrospect makes me think he may even have been 13, yikes. Luckily I just told him to fuck off, and wrote down a contact number to the librarian in case she saw the phone (yeah right).
The boy had walked back to the PCs and I slowly walked out trying top not to turn TOO red after seemingly being puncked by a 13/14 year old. I actually, am ashamed to admit, was half hoping he would run out and throw some punched so I could let this tension out, after all in a case of true self defemce I could forget the angst and self-recrimination.
Of course macho boy was not really looking for a fight (to his credit and luckily for me in more than one way).
Back to Brooklyn, feeling so fucken tense and stupid...
Back here I called up TMobile and reported the phone stolen. I asked about my insurance and was told that I had declined enrollment in the Anti-Theft and Loss Insurance Programme. I must have resented the extra 5.95 US per month charge, typical Rachamim brillance! OK, how much for a replacement? I was then told that the Sidekick 2008 is no longer being shipped, superceded as it is by the Sidekick LX. OK, how much? 499 US. Uh, no thanks. That is just insane!
I figured I would buy a hundred dollar phone and relegate my online usage to the PC here in the flat por just buy a new laptop (my other back in Mindanao).
Owing to the wonderful character count, I will continue in a following post.
Listening to the ethereal and absolutely amazing Kate Bush ("Army Dreamers"), gosh she is fantastic.
To continue...Well, little bro ran like the pussy he is. Word is he is deep in the bush in Claveria where their father's hilltribe has its capital. Funny, the tribe is in the midst of a bloody inter-ethnic war and is also surrounded by the Islamic and Maoist forces so far someone who shied away from war he picked a funny place to hang out.
The next day, Friday, I went to the library. Now I obviously have my own computer, but for some unexplained reason I chose to use the free PC they have in NYC public libraries (actually 2 systems, NYC and Brooklyn-Quuens, I was up in the South Bronx taking care of my TB nonsense). Next to me was a gaggle of black female teens. Library rules say only 1 person per PC station, no standings around, etc. 6 teens there, par for the course in NYC.
I was on Jackie's Youtube channel getting her some videos, but the observant chap that I am, saw that the "girls" were watching 2 black teens doing the latest version of the "Harlem Shake," a hiphop dance popularised in the Polo Grounds Housing Project (Estate as they say elsewhere, funny "Estate" in the US only means upper crust palatial housing), at the turn of the millenium. They were laughing, almost screaming...
I needed a pen to write some urls and the security guard was nice enough to lend me hers. When I was finished I stood up, gave her back her pen, unplugged my headphones from the PC and then, for some unexplicable reason, walked away from the PC station.
Sitting on the opposite end of the library, reading a new release about Genghis Khan, I finally felt ready to leave, walked outside and automatically reached for my TMobile Sidekick. Alas it was not in my pocket, so I rushed back ibnside to the PC I had been using, and a down on his luck older man was busy trying to circumvent the security parameters of the PC (for whatever reason, wink). The same socially retarded group of young ladies was standing around guffawing about the video of the dancers.
I didn't see my Sidekick so I went to the clerk/Librarian station and asked that dumb question people always ask,"Um, ma'am, might someone have turned in a brand new Sidekick (a 450 US phone)?" Said she, "Yes, they turned it in!" I was ecstatic...until she opened her drawer, reached in, and handed me my 20 US earbuds, and nothing else.
I walked back to the PC, and the older man smiled saying he had turned in the headphones, I thanked him. I asked if he had, by chance, seen a black phone as well. I am not G-D but I am actually well trained in interrogation and the physical cues associated with it (in the IDF one of my last command deployments was as overall CO of one of the busiest static Static Checkpoints in Shechem /Nablus, so called "West Bank").
As far as I can tell the man was honest, but the girls? It takes no training to know what was what, and then stupidly coy comments just aggravated me further. After less than a minute I just said fuck it and was walking to the exit. As I walked a black teen, maybe 14 or 15 but well over 6 feet said, "Mista?" I said, "What?" "You dropped your thing over there on the floor!" I thought for a milisecond the kid was being a "Good Samaritan," and innocently asked him,"What did I driopm" Laughing uproariously he said,"Your life loser!"
Wellllllllllllll......Now let me first say I have almost super human control, utmost mental discipline. However, I said loud enough for the entire library to hear, "What motherfucker? I ok like your fucken' friend? Am I your playmate bitch?" He was shocked, "Mista why you gotta' say all that???" "Oh, I'm 'Mista'? How come that 'respect' don't extend to the rest of the shit comin' out the side of your crooked mouth?"
For the sake of brevity, it devolved quickly into him feeling the need to challenge me physically. As walked quickly to the entrance, saying,Well we can do this then! Let's take this outside (so original)." I am 43, a convicted felon in New York, and here I was possibly beating a 14 year old BOY to death (or alternatively getting my ass kicked by him which wmay have been even worse for me psychologically). I noticed the braces in his mouth, Khow old are you? 14???" His reply, VERY earnestly, "No, I'm not 14," which in retrospect makes me think he may even have been 13, yikes. Luckily I just told him to fuck off, and wrote down a contact number to the librarian in case she saw the phone (yeah right).
The boy had walked back to the PCs and I slowly walked out trying top not to turn TOO red after seemingly being puncked by a 13/14 year old. I actually, am ashamed to admit, was half hoping he would run out and throw some punched so I could let this tension out, after all in a case of true self defemce I could forget the angst and self-recrimination.
Of course macho boy was not really looking for a fight (to his credit and luckily for me in more than one way).
Back to Brooklyn, feeling so fucken tense and stupid...
Back here I called up TMobile and reported the phone stolen. I asked about my insurance and was told that I had declined enrollment in the Anti-Theft and Loss Insurance Programme. I must have resented the extra 5.95 US per month charge, typical Rachamim brillance! OK, how much for a replacement? I was then told that the Sidekick 2008 is no longer being shipped, superceded as it is by the Sidekick LX. OK, how much? 499 US. Uh, no thanks. That is just insane!
I figured I would buy a hundred dollar phone and relegate my online usage to the PC here in the flat por just buy a new laptop (my other back in Mindanao).
Owing to the wonderful character count, I will continue in a following post.
Listening to the ethereal and absolutely amazing Kate Bush ("Army Dreamers"), gosh she is fantastic.