Beauty

There are those terms that mesh with a certin event that just fit. For instance, when watching soccer one can say, The Beautiful Game.

When two highly skilled boxers battle it out this Saturday on Showtime (not PPV) you will be witness to, Beauty.



Vazquez v. Marquez III

I can't tell you who is going to win. It is too close to call. But I will promise you this...it will be a barn burner.

Picture Dump

Been a while since I did a picture dump. Here you go! As you can see...Ruby is the star of the show again. But there is a rare sighting of Uncle Joe with Barb in a few picture...facial hair for Uncle Joe...interesting.

I Know

I remember it...
Sitting in the dark being lonely longing for family;

I know.

About living on campus broke...
so you live in the library for a month;

I know.

We all have sad stories of struggle...
some of us make it a habit of it;

I know.

Doing jobs to make ends meet...
jobs that a high school kid could have done;

I know.

But don’t you dare ever give up your childhood ability to dream...

...And How Sad It Is When We Stop Dreaming...

THAT I DO KNOW.

Blue

So What...is that music?
Miles Davis in B-Minor.

Freedy Freeloader...at the door
It was a cold rainy one in NYC today

Blue to Green...is what happened when the sun showed
Some people even jumped with joy

All Blues...for some
The old crack head on the corner on 111th and 8th can’t find a score

Flamenco Sketches drawn on my pad
I draw things I’ve never seen in person...to live

All of this while blasting
Miles Davis: Kind of Blue

Why Do I Need A Valentine?

Serious, why do I need a Valentine when my Mother sends me dope letters like this:

I LOVE YOU MIJO!!!

YOU'R THE JOY OF MY LIFE

HAVE A WONDERFUL VALENTINE'S DAY

Silence Is Ugly

I seen her there...at the bar eating noodles
Caught her beauty...how could I not?
Walked passed
Came back
Went in

Days had passed since we spoke
Many Hours
Many Minutes
Too many seconds
The clock stood still for long times of
SILENCE.

Maybe our meeting was supposed to be.
I spoke fast and rapidly
She looked lost,
I felt broken
Mute.

Once we were a finely tuned orchestra
Our naked bodies danced violently together to Miles Davis
Naked bodies lay still to Frank Sinatra love songs
Mute.

How can something so beautiful and loud become…
UGLY SILENT!

Why I Love NYC

CLICK HERE

NYC Hugs

I lay in the dark in my little NYC room.
Such a small room to sleep in for such a big world

But in this world I hear Mozart, Vicente Fernandez, and Punjabi Jams
I’m worldly.
See.
All in this little room, my escape...my little place of Nirvana.

I had a wonderful dream that I was in London...how I love London
But the truth is that London could never hug me like New York
if so loving...why is it so lonely...I don’t know?

I don’t watch T.V.
I do listen to real life sitcoms
The black lady in the next building screams at her old man and kids
The Ghetto Jefferson’s I call them
I yell out the window, I love black people!!!
Then I blast James Brown out the window
I hear giggles from neighbors

See only New York can hug me

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John Coltrane’s song After The Rain is playing
How appropriate
It did rain today...or drizzled...too many words for it

I sometimes think of you walking the streets of New York
and wonder...
what happened to her, the one with the magical smile?

It’s the year of the rat.
They say it carries with it a water sign
Hope it doesn’t rain much more this year
Warm winter, long spring showers...days lost inside

Not a stalker or weirdo...too many of those in this city of 8 million
City of 8 million and its nice to know someone thinks about you
Now that isn’t creepy...is it?
No.

Sometimes I think I see you on a subway
Getting into a cab
Going into a store
Ghosts I say, and don’t give chase

Saw the flowers and thought of your smile.

Elections

It seems that everyone is very excited over the voting election thing. We here at My Little City Blog laugh. This whole thing about voting for the lesser of two evils is crap.

But since everyone is all excited about who is running and stuff I thought I would send you to two blogs of people who care.

OTIS CARES
IGGY CARES

Female Friends

Most of my female friends I annoy
But for some reason they stick around
Or is it I who stick around?

Have you ever heard that saying to treat woman as equals
Well I make sure and degrade them just as much as male friends.
That shirt looks like shit on you or go get some better shoes for that outfit

I’m straight.

I keep it real.

Vagina is always there for me, I don’t have to kiss ass to earn or get it

I embrace the post-modern
I’m cool like that and chicks dig I know the meaning
My old boss was a classmate and a pretty Jewish girl who I annoy

Most of my female friends consider me a good friend,
But I still very much annoy them

They often break out crying...I think this is where and why they love me.
I call them Mija and hug them and tell them everything will be fine

After all, it all comes back to daddy issues.

New Blogger Wife Crush

I forgot to post this over here on my City Blog.

I hate to say good-bye to Mrs. Otis. Serious, she has been my blogger wife crush for a few years now. Maybe it is because her and Mr. Otis are so damn happy together and I can't be just the "CRUSH GUY" anymore. I must move on. It hurts, I will move on sometime soon and get over it. I think pain is one of those things that we all must go through when it comes to crushes....the pain will pass.

If you were wondering how this all came about so soon: CLICK HERE Yes, it hurt seeing this.

OK I've moved on.

There were two ladies that were high on the list of who would take Mrs. Otis' place. Mrs. GCox and Mrs. Tripjax. Both are nice Southern ladies (as was Mrs. Otis), they both talked to me in Vegas, and of course both are deeply in love with their husbands which leaves me on the outside looking in...I love to tourture myself.

In any case, here is my latest Blogger-Wife Crush.

PITW

I tend to only pimp two blogs here at MY LITTLE CITY BLOG and they are these here: HERE and Here. But I just wanted to pimp a funny post by none other than POKER IN THE WEEDS. This post made me remember how old I'm getting. Serious.

Also, what ever happend to the working class shows. Not sure if you all remember that Mr. Carter use to sleep on this sofa bed with his wife. Now even he's a baller announcing the high limit poker games. But in all seriousness. Everyone has to be a baller now like The Rooster.

Also take notice that no TV show has its own show tune. Serious, give me at least five shows that have their own song now.