Is this East Village artist a threat to the sanctity of the MTA’s intellectual property?
Is this East Village artist a threat to the sanctity of the MTA’s intellectual property?.
Leave a Comment April 8, 2011
Is this East Village artist a threat to the sanctity of the MTA’s intellectual property?.
Leave a Comment April 8, 2011
At 30 days out from a Jamaica trip I usually begin to stress about packing, rounding up all the supplies, and trying to remember all the things I forgot last time.
Well, this time I’m not stressed at all. Here is it 28 days, 14 hours and 45 minutes from wheels up and I’m completly confident in my packing and organization. I’d like to think I’m maturing, or that I’m learning from my past. But no, I just never unpacked from my last trip!
Don’t get me wrong, I unloaded the stinky clothes, and aired out my big rolling duffel bag, but afterwards I just dumped most of the stuff back in. Then when I moved to Brooklyn I threw more crap in it, and rolled it away in a rented storage space several blocks away. I’ll go get it this weekend and double check it against my list.
Yes! The List! I know how you all look forward to my Packing List, so without further ado: Here it is!
The Packing List - October 2007 Trip with Dad
Clothes (This is a two week trip, but I’m planning to get some wash done)
Health & First-Aid
Toiletries
Other Stuff
Mind and Body
Gone to New York – Adventures In The City by Ian Frazier
A Collection of Short Stories about NYC.
I thought it would be fun to read about my new home while in Negril.
The Bourne Supremacy – by Robert Ludlum
Working my way through the series backwards, don’t ask.
Zen Buddhism - Selected Writings of D.T. Suzuki
I like to think big thoughts on vacation.
I’ve been wanting to study more classical Zen writing.
Travel Supplies
That’s it for this trip, as always please feel free to comment.
Peace ![]()
Vinny
27 Comments September 19, 2007
Deep in the hoary depths of Negril Jamaica, lives a mysterious and fabled creature. A creature that has defied definite detection, yet the locals know well the curious scent and the slimy trail of this jumping Jamaican juggernaut.
Yes, it’s the Jamaican “Leaping” Slug.
The first whispered accounts of this mythic creature date back to the earliest Spanish explorers like Columbus, and Juan Valdez. After the Spanish came the Russians, and then the Crusaders, and finally the Brits. They were all so busy raping the land for the Queen and Country that sightings were relegated to either a lack of sex, or of Vitamin C.
The first substantiated sighting came in 1791 when escaped Irish indentured servant Phinneas McBogan became the first white man to see the, and I quote, “Slimy Leaping Bastard.”

McBogan came to Negril fleeing his British oppressors. He befriended a small band of Jamaicans where he shared in their ceremonial mushroom tea. Later that night while wandering along the cliffs he wrote this in his journal:
“I was lying at the base of a fine palm tree. Suddenly the entire jungle began to dance a fecking jig. I had the feeling I was being watched, and then I saw it! From one grand leaf to another I watched this slimy bastard, like a bleedin’ tree frog, leaping with a mighty gusto. Brilliant!”
I came across this amazing account while excavating a humble Irish hovel high in the hills of Donegal, Ireland. You see, McBogan was my Great Great Grandfather’s next door neighbor’s daughter’s schoolmaster’s great great uncle twice removed. I became obsessed.
Many of my colleagues have been searching for more mainstream creatures like The Yeti, Bigfoot and Nessie, but since I was a boy I felt the need to be different. All my friends say I’m quite different, and I relish that clear compliment.
So, after years of careful study, I came to Negril to meet this amazing creature for myself. Limax Negrillius, as it is known to amateur crypto-gastropodologists like me, is not very different from his cousins the Spotted Leopard Slug or the GGGS (Great Grey Garden Slug). The Jamaican “Leaping” Slug is a beautiful grey color and feeds on tiny mites which inhabit banana and pimento leaves. Yes, he is a carnivore!
In my dozen or so trips to Negril, I have seen many beautiful slimy slugs, but the Leaping Slug eludes me. I promise to come back again and again, drink copious amounts of the magical mushroom tea, and I vow not to rest till I find, film and photograph my silent slippery nemesis.
Stay Tuned ![]()
Vinny
5 Comments January 29, 2007
All My Bags Are Packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standing here just by de doe (waiting for a cab)
Kris just called me up, to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn
Leaving Rosie has me emotionally torn
Already I’m so excited, Jah Rastafar – I
So Kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you envy me
Don’t cha wish you were going to Negril
I’m leaving on a jet plane
AJ cancelled my flight again
Oh Babe, Can’t wait to go
There’s so many times I’ve gone to town
All I do is play around
I’ll tell you now, I can’t wait to get some Ting
Every place I go I’ll think of you
Every beer I’ll drink I’ll drink for you
When I get back I’ll bring your Christmas thing
So Kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you envy me
Don’t cha wish you were going to Negril
I’m leaving on a jet plane
Shuttle bus to Newark; A big-ass pain
I wish they would have let me know
I’m leaving on a jet plane
Gonna get really drunk ‘pon de plane
Leaving on a jet plane
My buddy Clive, will pick me up again
Leaving on a jet plane
To stare ‘pon de Caribbean
Peace ![]()
Leave a Comment December 15, 2006
OK, I’m 11 days out!! Woo Hoo!! And it’s become a tradition for me to not only make a packing list, but to post it here for all to see, and in some cases, to ridicule.
The list is thorough, but every time I’ve posted one of these lists someone emails me with some important thing I’m missing. I’ve paired the list down considerably for this trip, less goofy stuff I “thought” was a good idea, but never touched once in Negril.
Anyway here it is, please feel free to cut and paste for your personal use ![]()
Clothing
Health & First -Aid
Toiletries
Other Stuff
Mind and Body
Travel Supplies
Damn, this is a good list! I may be getting this travel week thing down!!
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Peace ![]()
Vinny
17 Comments December 3, 2006
I thought this was hysterical! Hide the kids, crank up the volume!!
Compliments of The Kid From Brooklyn.com
1 Comment February 25, 2006
What can I say? I’m a gadget freak.
In the effort to make this blog interesting and dynamic, I purchased a little laptop USB camera thingy, it’s really pretty cool.
I’m always writing in different places from a coffee shop in Chelsea, to a park in Philly and all points in-between, so I thought it would be cool to let you all in on my whereabouts.
Today I’m in a second story dining room at a Starbucks on 4th and South Streets in South Philadelphia writing in my notebook and people watching.

Tomorrow I’ll be in Atlantic City, Brooklyn Tuesday, Wilmington Delaware Wednesday, and back in Philly by the weekend.
Next time I’m in Negril of course I’ll be broadcasting from there!!
Any Requests? ![]()
Leave a Comment November 13, 2005
With all this season’s Hurricane hullabaloo, and another threatening Florida’s Gulf Coast, some people have learned from experience and made sure they were prepared. I advise everyone to follow suit according to your own inclinations, but in my humble opinion this guy has it all figured out!
Hurricane Survival Checklist:
Mustard ………………….check
Cheetos …………………………..check
Toilet Paper ……………………..check
Bud Light …………………………check
Keystone Ice …………………….check
Budweiser …………………………check
Red Dog …………………………….check
Misc. other bottles of alcohol ……….check
Piece of plywood to float your chick and booze on…check

Leave a Comment October 21, 2005
I was stranded off I-77, one of those lonely crossroads where the interstate crosses a somewhat more prominent county two lane. A very common thing outside the northeast.
I was about two miles out if town, and not much of a town at that, Statesville, North Carolina population 23,846. The only things there were a couple of budget motels, a GMC Truck dealership and a Waffle House.
I love Waffle House, it’s one of my foremost guilty pleasures! Anytime I travel in the south, I have my eyes peeled for that bright yellow sign. It’s the first place heading south from Philly where you can get real, non-instant grits, and where else can you get Steak & Eggs with juice and coffee for a measly six bucks?
MMMMM Steak & Eggs.
Most Waffle Houses (Waffle Housi) have personality, but the one in Statesville was oozing with the stuff. Open 24 hours, there is always at least one customer who knows everyone in the place, and who loudly converses with all of them, often about matters best kept private. There was a sign with a .357 Magnum circled in red with a line through it, I guess it’s the international anti-domestic violence symbol.
Bradford the Manager who was usually the waiter and/or the cook was there every time I came in, and I went there a lot. I wouldn’t call him a happy fellow, but he was polite enough and seemed resigned to his place as the Waffleman, dispensing waffley wonderfulness to his fellow mountain folk.
When I really like a place or a thing, I say to myself, Self, You should write a poem about this place or thing, but not just any poem, no no, an ode. I believe an ode is the best way to show your affection or fascination with any said place or thing.
Problem is I have no idea what an ode is, so I figured I’d do a little research. OK, very little research.
I illegally downloaded a Bobbi Gentry song from my childhood called An Ode to Billy Joe, hey it’s an ode. It goes something like, La la la When Billy Joe McAlister jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge and what a disturbing piece of childhood nostalgia it was!
I looked up The Tallahatchie Bridge on Google and it was none too impressive, but I digress.
Though my ode research was cut short when Billy Joe McAlister and his bridge jumping depressed the shit out of me, but to me an ode should go something like this:
Ode to Waffle House
O’ Waffle House, O’ Waffle House
How I love thee
Faithfully at every crossroads south of DC
Your grease and your charm fill me with glee
As you old lady waitress fill me with grits and coff-ee
When I’m far from home you are a welcomed site
Oh How your big yellow sign brightens the night
O’ Waffle House, O Waffle House
To you this I say
Shine On, Shine On
Lo’ till judgment day

I should be in a straight jacket.
Vinny
Leave a Comment September 23, 2005

Since our girl Katrina slammed the Gulf Coast, gas station owners all over the US, and specifically in Southeastern PA and NJ saw an opportunity to gouge us motorists to the tune of about a buck a gallon.
Of course it’s the same gas in the ground, but that doesn’t matter to the Gas Cabal. I paid $3.23 the day after Katrina hit, and we hadn’t even been hit with the rain from the damn storm yet! A few days later it was $3.42 and then $3.49. Appalling!
As the shock of people trudging through putrid water towards helpless help centers began to wear off, us folks in PA/NJ began to freak out a little about the whole gas thing and someone heard us. Imagine that.
Sometime last week an enterprising politician in Union County NJ decided to give summonses to gas station owners citing some “Anti-Gouging†law passed after 9/11. The idea caught on and by Friday gas station owners realized they had to show up in court with receipts and delivery dates to justify their confiscatory rates.
Today I paid $2.99. Hmm, what happened over the weekend? Maybe it was the New Orleans Saints’ upset over the Carolina Panthers that made these people think, “Maybe it wasn’t so bad down there after all.â€
Being a registered Libertarian, I usually distain government intervention, but I liked this result.
The only bad thing is $20.00 worth of gas at $2.99 and 9/10ths equals 6.66 gallons.
Evil?!?
Leave a Comment September 12, 2005