Mixed bitch, psych nerd. This blog will contain swearing. Sometimes I try to be funny and for that I apologize. Words and stuff..
Empty display window on Astor Place and Lafayette where “manifest destiny” t was yesterday. Would have been awesome if they’d replaced it with a formal apology but… thumbs up for removing the shirt from sales floors and displays (at Gap)
Any of y’all have the hookup on some places to crash next weekend? the-girl-who-lived- and my airbnb guy dropped out, so we’re kind of freaking the hell out.
I can’t host Emily, but signal boost in case any of you can!
More boostage—all I have to offer otherwise is a smallish bathtub or a dirty floor, sorry!
Ah my sister is currently occupying my floor or I would try and help out.
But signal boost!
Tamon Robinson’s Mother, Laverne Dobbinson, Owes NYPD $710 For Damages To Police Car That Killed Son
In April 2012, Tamon Robinson was struck and killed by an NYPD police car after Robinson was allegedly caught stealing cobblestones from a public housing complex.
Six months later, Robinson’s mother says the city is ordering the family to pay $710 to pay for the damages on the very car that killed her 27-year-old son.
45-year-old Laverne Dobbinson told The Daily News, “We’re still grieving, and this is like a slap in the face. They want my son to pay for damage to the vehicle that killed him. It’s crazy.”
An attorney for the family filed an intent to sue the city and hopes to prevent the department from issuing any repairs to the vehicle as the case is still under investigation. “In my 40 years of practicing law in this city I have never seen anything as heartless as this,” the lawyer told The News, referring to the bill sent to Tamon’s family.
According to police, the car was stopped when Robinson ran into it. Witnesses, however, maintain the car hit Robinson directly.
A witness described the incident, claiming, “They hit him. He flew up and he came down. They backed the car up, and they told him to get up. People were yelling out their windows screaming at the cops, ‘We saw what you did.’ ”
Robinson was rushed to a nearby hospital where he fell into a coma. While unconscious, cops kept him handcuffed to the hospital bed. Six days later, he was declared brain dead and his family made the decision to take him off the respirator.
Rev. Al Sharpton held a rally in honor of Robinson and demanded an investigation, which is still in process, to look into any criminal wrongdoing in the young man’s death.
An NYPD spokesman declined to comment on the $710 bill.
My sister just left a really terrible situation and is moving to NYC tomorrow to find a live-in nanny position. Here’s where you guys come in. While there are tons of great sites to find jobs on, there’s just nothing like word of mouth when you’re looking for a good family to work with or when a family is looking for a good nanny. So, if anyone knows anyone in NYC who is looking for a live-in, please message me and I can pass on info to my sister (whose name is Kat) or pass on her info to you.
Kat is young and active and VERY experienced. She was an assistant at a home daycare for many years. She was a part time nanny for two families, one with a difficult 4 year old and a younger boy, and one family with twins for whom she worked for about a year and a half. She was a full time live-in for a toddler boy in Washington until the breadwinner of the family lost his job and they could no longer afford to keep her on. She has excellent references, works best with very young kids (she LOVES babies and toddlers), and would be a happy addition to any family. AND SHE CAN COOK. I mean really well. She could make soup and it would be the best soup you’ve ever had. She is the only person I’ve ever seen get every kid she comes in contact with to eat a healthy meal and like it.
So, please, if you hear of any openings in NYC for live-ins, send them my way and I will send them on to her. Message me privately and I will happily give you her email address, phone number, and a link to her Care.com page.
The sooner she finds a position, the sooner I can have my room back. My cheap nyc bedroom is not nearly big enough for two people. So if you don’t know anyone, please signal boost!
(Number one dirtiest, loudest and rudest city, that is, according to Travel and Leisure.)
No fucking shit
Dirtiest and loudest I’ll totally believe. Rudest? Hell, no. We just don’t like idiots who block sidewalk traffic and come here to complain about the dirt and noise. NYCers are certainly impolite, in that they don’t do meaningless pleasantries much… but not because they’re rude. We just don’t like bullshit.
Utterly superficial politesse is obnoxious. Because it means shit.
rant rant rant…
And I always wonder what segment of NYCers they base this sort of thing on, ‘cause it suuuure doesn’t reflect the spectrum of the city’s residents.
The lack of stupid small talk/pleasantries is the best PART of nyc. Every time I go to the West Coast I just want to punch everyone because why are you talking to me when you obviously DON’T ACTUALLY WANT TO BE TALKING TO ME?
But, yeah…dirtiest. That’s pretty much accurate. And loudest. I can hear an ambulance, 2 dogs barking, 3 people talking, and at least 2 people having sex right now and I am inside my apartment with the windows closed.
THIS IS FROM A FRIEND. PLEASE REBLOG! ESPECIALLY NYC:
His name is Paris Jarreau Grant. He sometimes will go by Paris Jarreau. These pictures are about a month old and exactly what he looked like last I saw him June 15th.
This is my nephew, he hasn’t been seen or heard from in 2 weeks. Anyone frequenting Manhattan or in the NYC area please keep am eye out for him.
Paris Jarreau Grant
Age 25, 6’3” ~160-175 lbs (very thin)
He has not physically seen since 6/15, last heard from 6/22/12 in Manhattan in the presence of someone claiming to be Lance Jenkins, coaching him to request his personal identification information. Lance Jenkins may be located in brownsville, Brooklyn (near Dumont and Jerome) or upper west side (columbus ave near south end of the park). Paris has some suffers from bipolar disease with mild brain injury which affects his judgment center and may suffer seizures. It’s highly probable he is a victim of a coercive relationship or scam with ‘Lance Jenkins’ and an unknown female associate. Alone, Paris has been attempting to be a model and often hangs out in Union Square, and likes to frequent The Coffee Shop.
If anyone sees him please call 703-201-6352. Or please ask him directly to call home.
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
Million Hoodie March in NYC for Trayvon Martin.
Bottom picture: Trayvon Martin’s parents, at the same march. Credit: AP/Mary Altaffer
Unfortunately I had to work while this was happening. But I ran into some middle schoolers on the train who were coming back from the event. They handed me a flyer and we talked for a little bit. I sometimes forget how rad and mature most NYC kids are. In middle school, everyone I knew, including myself, seemed more concerned about TV or wearing the “right” clothes than about institutional racism. (Or perhaps we just weren’t as confident enough to talk about such serious things?) Anyway, we had a good discussion about shitty cops. Those kids, if not organizing already, will make great organizers one day.
In case you weren’t aware, there is a major media blackout regarding Occupy Wall St.
BBC (a U.K. network) has coverage of recent arrests on the main page of their website.
CNN has nothing.
Yahoo! News has nothing.
AOL has nothing.
Google News has nothing.
The online channels that typically expose Americans to major events are deliberately shutting out these protests.
Spread the word.