Saturday, November 22, 2008

The Guy with the Tie (Part 2)

I've decided to make this a three parter, partly because my hand is tired and partly because I'm so busy with work that I can barely think straight. Even though I don't have much of a readership as it stands. I just could let an incident like this go by without imputting it in for posterity. So future readers enjoy! M.A.R


You see at first I thought he was a part of this table I had passsed that was giving out fashin tips for free. I had passed that table on my way to the median where he was standing. So for awhile there I thought that he was with them. When of course all he did was give me compliments on my hair, smile, and laugh my secound thought was; "I hope this old guy in't trying to pick me up. (Now don't get me wrong. I have nothing but respect for the elderly and if a guy in't over 55 there is no problem with me dating somebody near the line. I 'm talkin g 54 and under within a year shy of his 55 birthday. What do you think? Too picky? Anyhoo!


He was in his sixties if he was a day to my eyes and he wasn't trying to pick me up. (Later on he said he was 75 years old. Well put together I'd say. Still athough cute still not my type.) The Guy in the Tie said as much as I tried to extrivate myself from tje man with the twikle in his eyes.


He wasn't quite thur with me however. After he assured me that he wasn't trying to pick me up he explained that he just wanted to talk to me because I looiked like such an interesting person and that he loves to talk to interesting people. The Guy with the Tie also mentioned that he was always that way and that's why he wnet into radia when he was younger. As much as I was in crudules about his so -call interests in getting to know a perfect stranger I could quite believe that he was in radio. He had an affable voice that lent itself to a relaxed conversational tone. I say this pass tense because when I had asked him if he was still in radio; still think that maybe he was working for the ladies at the table; he said no, that he was retired.


So what I had here was a mystery tio solve. Who was this guy if he wasn't with those Free Fashionistas behind me? Why was he talking to me, the fact of my gorgouness non-withstanding? What is his game? There had to be a con of something. If so I could'nt wait to turn him down flat. Cute old man or no cute old man I would give it to him with both barres, Brooklyn Style! Finally in the cavacade of mystery I had one more question that needed asking. How come he was out here walking up to people in the street, his quest for interesting people non-withstanding.


So was it my curiosity and thirst to uncover the mask behind this seemly benign elderly gentle man? (Because he was for all intents and purposes a gentleman of the highest order.) I had to find out. So when he asked me if we could find someplace to sit down and talk some more after some pointed questions about what , I do for a living. (Hey quid pro quo people, I did ask about him first!) I went with him across the street to one of the many obsequious Starbucks. (This one was next to a McDonald's.) 

What happen next? Boy can't you wait to find out! I mean this little ole true life short story is beginning to take on epic proportions! It's like a saga already! Whooo! Meanwhile I've haven't seen any comments on it. Not even a "Are you nuts!" In case anybody's concerned I'm still alive. Pfft. Tune in next month! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Guy in the Tie

I wrote this two weeks ago, it was such an odd and interesting thing that happen to me so I thought I share. It's a two parter because I'm a very busy woman of late folks. Enjoy!....





It was just an ordinary day in the life of this intrepid writer. You would probably think that nothing in this diva's life is ordinary buy go with me on this. ( I mean I don't start the day with blue birds singing out my window, with squirrels and chipmunks getting me dressed. Me calling myself a diva is a state of mind after all. No champagne and caviar for this girl I'm afraid.) Any way back to my ordinary day.

I mean it was a slightly special day for me but that's not saying much because it was payday. Which in and of itself is not so special to the many people who receive paychecks on a weekly and bi-weekly biases. This being my first paycheck after a drought of no paycheck made my day a special ordinary day.

Well as I wended my way thur the thoroughfare of Union Square my stomach full of hamburger and french fries from University Resturant and my pocketbook fill with cash from my meager but well needed paycheck; I met an special but ordinary man. I will refer him in this writing as the Guy in the Tie. You'll see why later.

To this day, (and from this hour that I write this), I still don't know what made me stop and listen much less continue to talk to the man. Perhaps it was the way this many approach me with a compliment to my hair. Quite gregariously with a sweet smile on his benign face. "I just love your hair it's so beautiful, with the red and the black. Oh!" He said, this Guy With The Tie.

Why would I be taken in by such blatant compliments? I wonder; was it because I was wearing a wig and was subconsciously worried that it wasn't up to my usual standards? I had trouble combing it . (Ever try to comb a wig without a wig stand folks?) Anyway I was enjoying the compliment and felt it cam from an honest place despite the appeal to my vanity. Don't get it twisted of course I'm a quintessential New Yorker. I was going to take my complement and run. A quick pace nod and smile then I would wend my way to my next destination. A new french Pastry shop,, neo-french I believe, called Pasterrie. Then off to Barnes & Noble. A regular New Yorker would smile, nod, and stave off the Guy with the tie for fear of the other shoe dropping. The con, the gag, the mugging, the proselytizing, that may come if we stay and gab with complimentary strangers.

But then even though I am a quintessential New Yorker, I have an unusual proclivity to an unusual personality quirk; I just love a good conversation.

So after I smile at him and said as I laughed;

"Thank you, your so sweet!" As I said I was going to go on my way when he followed up with another compliment bomb. " Oh and such a lovely laugh. Did anyone ever tell you that? Look at you and such a lovely smile!" He went on and on in that vein till he told me that he wanted to know me better.

Now before I go on I must do due justice to this man and the situation I found myself in. First I will describe him, then I'll explain how I ended up talking with him at one of the many obsequious Starbucks in Manhattan. (This one across from Union Square Park next door to a McDonalds.)

The Guy in the tie was an elderly gentleman of average height wearing a blue shirt with white paid stripe, wearing a red tie that had gold colored Teddy bear and clocks; I remembered that his shoes were brown and that he wore glasses. Tied together with neat gray hair parted to the side and you can see that even though I was taken aback a little by this man's shock and ahhh barrage of compliments, I still found myself staying around to see where this was going.



.....Stay tuned there's more next week!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Yaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!

Obamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Now that I have shared the joy, I am now going to share some news.
When I started writing this blog I decided to only focus on local stuff that
was fun but being a daughter of a politically sensitive father has it's downside. :/
So as a result of things current and past I've decided to dedicate a page just for
my political rantings. Believe it or not though I will be just as tough on my democratic
friends as my Republican neighbors so don't worry I won't be totally partisan.
As it is my new leader Obama won't want me to be that way and remember friends I
have issues with the U.S goverment at large so Washington you are on notice. Just
one more citizen that will be voicing her opinion and will be on your case if you don't get
you hands out of every U.S Citizens pockets and your hand out to every lobbiest with an
agenda.
How I am going to do this and write in this blog and my poetry blog as well? With a lot of weekends and coffee folks, with a lot of weekends and coffee folks. I've got a job too so you might not hear from me as much. But since my current audience is about four people, I think Chris, NY Nerd, Ron Lopez, can hang in there for a bit.
One more time before the Brooklyn Public Libarary in Flatbust kicks me out.
Obamaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Soul Food- Our Issues With Food

I was sitting down to lunch the other day eating two pieces of fried chicken and a soda trying not to draw too much attention to myself while I ate. You see like most people the way I eat at home is a wee bit different from how I eat out.

There are no licking of fingers, no gawning of bits of flesh that hang stubbornly on the bone, nor any gawning of the bit of hangy fat, no sucking of bone, no sound of cracking cartilage, or bone. Oh, no! None of that! I do everything short of using those darn plastic fork and knives. (Luckily for me they had those even though I don't use them because it could be worse; it could have been one of those damn Sporks, half spoon half fork. Once on a date a long time ago I had to use two of those things to eat with. Didn't want my date to think that I had no home training.)

Well the reason this thought popped into my head and is now in this blog is because it wasn't always like this for me. I've been in-between jobs off and on. Had good time and bad times but whatever kind of time I've had of it some people have always felt as if I've spent most of my time eating my guts out. You see I'm a bit over weight, (think less Nell Carter and more Shandra from 227 Fame. In the 80's though I was pushing more toward Nell there.)

I went from a size 12 when I was fourteen years old to a size twenty by the time I was seventeen years old. By the time I was in college I was a size 22/24. I'm telling you all this to put things in perspective for ya'll. (The points are coming wait for it!)

During my pre-teen and teenage years all that time my mother was torn between being pissed, (you try buying a size 16 for a teenager on a budget then you'd figure out why), or perplexed, sometime both. You see she couldn't figure out how the heck I got that size. (I mean she figured I was eating junk food. Which parent didn't have a slight clue?) However you see when dinner time came around I picked and picked at my food like she was serving liver and brussel sprouts every night. (Mind you she had tried feeding our family that once or twice. At those time even my mom knew the dog would be eating better than we would. Liver, yuck!)

But those days were far and few in between that was dishes she made for our family like Curry Chicken with rice and peas (liked), Cow Feet with White rice and spinach (No on Cow Feet, strange enough yes on Spinach, not so much rice, more on that the next blog post. Yessh!), Salt Fish and Akee with White Yam and plantains (So not liking that not even now.) Mind you these are the delicacies that some of you connoisseurs of Caribbean food would happily pay anything from 5.95 to 21.50 on vacation in Jamaica and not even bat an eye. Meanwhile back in the day I was hiding Salt fish in my napkin and spiting out akee after the first chew. "Gal!" My ma Said. "Me don't know where your getting fat from because ya sure na eat no real food!"

Obviously she wasn't getting the midnight cereal eating, the after school behind her back Ice Cream eating, not the beg my Step-Father friends, my neighbor; Mrs. Bolden, for cookies or money, so that I could buy thing like Twinkies, Ho hos, Now N' Laters and snickers.

O.k people I was getting fat from a whole lot of sources however I found out later when I became a adult that I also became fat from a lot of inactivity as a child. Oh I played outside but because I was shy I preferred to play with kids younger that me or stay inside and read my little brains out. When not watching t.v of course. So mystery solve mom! Now riddle me this people; why did I continued to gain weight after college. Doesn't matter what matters is my relationship with food is just about the same as other Women and Men out there who analyze every thing we eat till our eyes glaze over.

Now the government and other health groups claim to be helping us with telling us how many calories are in the food we eat at fast food restaurants. Sometimes I think they just don't get it. Our relationship with food sometimes has nothing to do with nutrition and everything to do with our emotions. (That's it that was my point. Worth waiting for. No? Yes. Maybe. Hey give me something here!) That's why despite that fact that I take a walk every weekend around the neighborhood and park I still probably won't be that healthy size 18 everybody and my mother thinks I should have. And that is why I'll be grawing my chicken at home while watching t.v because I love the fact that I can do that and not have to justify it to anyone.

Enjoy your food and...
Peace!
Clueuin

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Food for thought: My weekend sourjourn via the 37 Bus.

Good day, everybody! I'm back and although I'm feeling somewhat better from the headache from hell I am still a little foggy. So please forgive me if the details from this weekend aren't very clear.

However there are somethings that stick out from my mind so much that I just had to share it with my reading audience. (All three of them. [Smirk.] )

It happen after my interview with Primerica, [Shudder.] Afterwards I left and went outside where I discovered that I was on the same street that the 103 Bus travels. "Oh, wow!" I remember saying. "This looks like the street the 103 bus passes by when I ride it in the mornings. Oh, look there is the little side street that the bus turns on as it goes toward the highway." Little did I know that there would be more surprises in store for me as the afternoon went by.

I thought that all I had to do was to walk down the block until I saw the 103 bus stop. I walked until I reached Jay Street-Borough Hall (or maybe it was 4 ave. don't really recall), stopping only to buy some pretzels and some soda at this corner store one block before it. All the while looking out for the 103 Bus Stop. I walked passed that block and still didn't see the bus stop so I turned down the block that has the 75 and the 77 bus. Then I walked, walked some more, and walked till I reached 9th Street. When I spotted the 103 limited bus coming down the street. Only one problem......

No 103 bus stop. In fact if I wanted one I would have to walk three more blocks down 9th street near Alantic Avenue. As it was I was in no mood to walk three more blocks. "Oh, look there is this bus stop! I wonder where it goes." I said to myself. It was the 37 bus. Now at this point if I haven't lost your attention your problaly thinking; why should I care?! (O.k people stop pounding your head on your desk for a minute and I will tell ya!)

Because that's when things got interesting, I road on this bus and after a while I figured I was on the wrong one. Of course I didn't know whether to ride it out or get off. As it was the deciding factors were the bad bus driving and the level 3 crazy person behind me muttering to herself. (O.k everybody mutters to themselfves, even I do it from time to time but it was what she was muttering about, 'The dog ate my peanut butter, the is something in the water and they're in my head.) So bye, bye, crazy lady! Hello 9th Street and where the hell I'm I?! (LOL).

Found myself in an interesting place full of highway overpasses, Warehouses, and (now here's the pay off) live chicken slaughter houses! What the fcuk! I thought those things were only at some place in Spanish Harlem in Manhattan! Coooooool! (Hey, I'm part Jamacian and my late grandmother own a small farm. These things facinate me, o.k?!)
There were two of them that I noticed, one of them was this Korean owned place, didn't here any chickens squawking inside. (Bad thing, good thing? I guess it depends on whether your a vegeterian or not. ;) ) The other was a Halal Mulism type place, nope didn't go in. Then I walked all the way to 39 street where I say a Costco! (Sing it along with me people, A Cost-----co!)

Never been in one myself, oops I lie I might have been in that type of place when I was in Florida but I don't remember when exactly. But it made my heart soar when I found this Costco on 39 Street and 3rd Aveune. I also found the #35 bus that took me to Church Avenue and the Q Train. So now I know how to get there. (Yeah, me!) Oh, wait now you do too. (Wasn't that worth the long story?) O.k tune in next time when I write to you about my relationship with food and connect you with my other blog with two poems that express how I feel about food. (As if you haven't figured it out from the Yeah, Costco statement.) ;)

Peace,
Clueuin

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

I almost drank the Primerican Kool-Aid

O.k so I'm not feeling well and because of this I'm gonna make this post short and sweet. (O.k stop clapping!)

Friday I went to a job interview. (I know! Bet you thought I was just an unpublished author. Nope, unemployed too!) Anyhoo, I went thinking that this was going to be the interview that would drag me out of temporary poverty and solve all my problems. Problem was when I got there I found out that it was for a commission sales job to sell life, mortgage, and health insurance.

I expect that you expect that I was pissed right? Right. I almost left but for one thing; I needed to prove to some people that I was actually looking for work and not goofing off. (Note the fact that I'm writing a blog when I should be on Craiglist.com!) So I went back in there. (Shaaaat Upppp!)

First thing that happen was that I poke my head back in there to see if my interviewer was there. Nope. Perhaps she was in the office next door. Went next door and low and behold they told me to go one floor down. Sh---- was in her office so I sat down next to a girl. Asked her if she knew what this was about, she said that "Umm, I don't know I just got this in my e-mail and I've sent out so many resumes that I don't know if I've sent one out to these people or not."
(Cue inner eyebrow raised ascrew and while your adding answer this question. How many of you guys and gals out there have done the same thing? Come on admit it! 'Chris, raise your hand! There's a fellow.)

"Uh, huh, me too. I'm mean my Aunt took down the number and gave it to me but Sh---- didn't say what this was in reference to." I said smiling dopely.

Speed thur twenty minutes later and two flights of stairs later and we're up in that same empty room that I had poked my head through. Sh---- said that she was waiting for some more people to come in so while we wait we can watch a movie. (Just in case you care it was : "Pirates, The Adventure of the black pearl." Or something like that. Who care?! Moving on!)

Hey have you heard of the rule of 72? O.K look if you put money in your bank account at let's say 4%, (Shaat up!), well if you keep it in there say for oh I don't know, let's say eighteen years you savings would be at $20,000 dollars. Sounds nice, huh? Well it isn't because at 6% in twelve years it would be at $20,000 dollars. Sounds like you'd get your money's worth then wouldn't you? Well your wrong. Here it is ladies and gentlemen the secert that banks won't tell you. (What else is new, Clue?) That they take your money and lend it out or whatever and the money they get back goes into an account that get's this: 12% interest! Wow.

So that is what I was inudated with for about an hour. You can figure out the math for your self if your buying this. I may of course sound cynical now but for about 20 minutes I was buying it. (I almost drank the Kool-aid people!) Then came the big finish!

For just about 99 dollars you can get a license to sell Life Insurance and et al. because of course it's illegal to sell life insurance in New York without a license. (Of course.) And all you have to do is take a couple of course and your on your way to financial security. Just as long as your willing to bug the hell out of your friends, relatives, and neighbors to buy from you!

They were this close to having me sign up except for one thing. Don't have 99 dollars and need a steady paying gig in order to give them 99 dollars. Plus I don't have that many friends, relatives, and neighbors to bug and I have a crazy feeling that if I want to keep these same friends, neighbors, and relatives; (Yes even my Jamaican ones. Hey my mom and aunt are great cooks what can I say?!), that I better just nod my head sanguinely, slowly put my coat on, politely ask for a card, and get the hell out of dodge while the getting was good.

Well at least I had an interesting afternoon afterwards. But more about that tomorrow. My head hurts. (Not for the above reasons. T.V, all night, haven't been watching because lights were out. Nevermind!)

See you next time!

Peace,
Clueuin

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Moving Out of your Political Comfort Zone- The Bailout, folks don't panic!

I usually don't do this; I mean write political articles, except for the occasional comments I send to my favorite blog: Life on Terra Firma, (I like the articles written by NY Nerd. Hey Gurl!). My fellow blogger 'Chris' is one of the members that run the blog, (and I'm thinking runs the thing with NY Nerd). At anyrate no more shout outs, let's get back to business.



The reason why I'm writing this on this blog today is that this whole bailout thing is pissing me off. It's got me so heated up that I'm writing in my blog that is usually dedicated to fun stuff going on in Brooklyn and NYC. But I had no other choice, it's a writer's responsibility to write the truth as they see it and this writer is got to write the truth as I see it!



Now everybody has heard the reason's why this bailout is soooo important and hopefully have heard the other side of why it's not. I mean the Government and Wall Street have pressed the panic button and cried wolf because their afraid of what this means to their rich supporters pocket books.



They've gotten half of Congress and via them half of some Americans thinking that if this bailout doesn't happen that if Wall Street falls we will be headed for another recession.

News Flash people, we are in a Recession Now! We have been since last year as Unemployment steadily climbed up and foreclosers where coming up left and right. So what do they do? Ignore the problem till it becomes to late, affect Wall Street because of the loans they supported with the mortgage companies via stock loans. Oh look now it's Fall 2008 and oh dear we have a problem Huston! Now would the government please be so kind as to give us the money to pay of the debts of the failing banks and mortgage companies so that they don't go bankrupt. Huh!



No matter that taxes go up, the very thing that the Republicans swear up and down that their going to prevent. No matter that the American people will be the ones cleaning up the mess. Oh no let's go down to Washington vote for the bill and then while we're added drag the Democratic Senate into the mess!



Now I know that their are some people that noted that Pelosi supported the bill the first time around but the ole gal had a bit of a trick up her sleeve where as she ask dems to support the bill but not if their consciences or their constituents would not let them. There by lessening the votes and making it easier for some in Congress, (Strangely enough both Rep and Dems), to not vote yes. So as you can see their are some people in Washington with some sense. (Not much but it's all we got, for now. Shush NY Nerd! I know, I know!)



But now what is happening the Dow Jones takes another dip and all of a sudden it's a certainty that this bill is needed. (Luckily for me I checked that little box that said all this is adult content but pardon my french anyway.) Bullshit! The media had said it's because that the first time it didn't go though it was because constituents called up their Representatives in Washington stating that they didn't like the idea because it affected Wall Street not Main Street. But now these same constituents seeing how the low Dow Jones has fallen down to 777 think that now all of a sudden that this will affect Main Street. Yeah, hmm, hmm, yeah right whatever!



Look just in case there is a minority group of people out there who are shaking in their boots right now about what will happen if the bail out doesn't go thur. (Though as of this writing it looks like your fondest wish will come true.) I am going to drag you from out of your comfort zone for a bit.



First of all, now listen cause I'm only going to say this once, it will not have that much of an effect on Main Street America. I'm no financial analyst or a political pundit but I'm going to give it a go and break it down for you. If you don't have any investments in Wall Street it won't affect you, if you don't have a bank account with these following banks it won't affect you : Wacovia,IndyMac Bancorp, AIG, Washinton Mutual, and countless others, if you don't have an investment in one of the investment firms like Bear Sterns, one more time people, it won't affect you! If you own a home that is in mortgage with one of the formentioned banks then yes you are having some issues and I feel for you I really do. (But hey I live in an apartment building and if my Landlord has trouble with his bank I'm as screwed as you are. So back to Main Street shall we?)

So of course your saying well Clueuin let's say I am one of those people, what the heck can I do?
If you can pay off your mortgage before it's to late. If your in forecloser; well I did mention that I'm not a Financial analyst or anything? So all I can say is that my prayers for what is worth are with you. If you haven't been laid off due to the carelessness of Corporate American then your better off than you think and when you move to new digs (if God forbid your not homeless or anything), do not what ever you do when you get a second chance to get a home and your paid off, get a second mortgage. It is in my humble opinion one of the reasons we're in this mess to start with. Real and more honest Financial analysts have been saying for years that this borrowing money with credit and getting second mortgages to pay off your debts was not a good financial idea. (Now in the interest of full discloser I've got credit card debt up the ying yang because I thought that it was a good idea at the time to use my college loans as collateral to get credit. That might be a subject for a later time, might not but take from my experience a cautionary tale at best.) As it is I can see no light at the end of the tunnel from Wall Street getting this Bailout.

So there you are in the majority of people who didn't do all those things to get yourself in this mess or in some cases the mess the banks and corporations have gotten some people in; and your wondering if this will affect you. It won't if your not in the above mentioned situations.
So why does America need this bailout. It doesn't! If the banks were doing there jobs safe keeping our money instead of speculating in Wall Street, if the mortgages hadn't loaned people with bad credit at high interest rates that they could ill afford to payback when this mini-recession hit leading to the forecloser crisis, and if Wall Street had not backed this same loans, they wouldn't need the U.S government to pull their fat out of the fire.

All those years of threatening to cut spending to programs that help people like medicaid, all those years of throwing a hissy fit as the mere mention of a United Health Care (which would save millions for small and big businesses alike), all those years of overseas investments and sending jobs over to India (without due compensation to said employees of that country I might add), then expecting the American government to give these same business taxes breaks. Then turning around and saying that; 'America is a country that expects people to pick themselves up by their own boot straps and should not expect the American government to aid them through government aid'. (Whoever said that is a booby!) And what happens when they fuck up?

I tell you what! Waa, waa, if you don't help us America is going to be in a financial crises and fall into a recession if you don't help us clean up our mistakes. If any social needing group like the elderly, the unemployed, or any disenfranchise group came to Congress with the same plea all Congress would do is cater to any lobbyists making a squawk about how this will affect what ever Corporate industry felt like they would take a hit in making profits and say no. But because it's Wall Street and other corporate identities we the American tax payer is suppose to Bail them out! They must be crazy!

Ladies and Gentlemen if this bill goes through it will be the American people on Main Street that will be screwed! If not with higher taxes because as of this writing this bill is being revised to prevent that. (Big F*ing deal!) Then with Corporate America never ever again taking responsibility for it's actions because all it's has to due is continue what it's doing in it's laid offs, transfers of business overseas that will bring about even higher unemployment. Then (and this is when it get confusing even for me folks) that's when Main Street will feel it babies! That's when we will all be standing on line at the food banks. (As it is I know I'm seeing my fair share of former middle management types standing in line with me as late.) So as it stands I hope that their are still some holdouts in Congress that will not say yea to this bill in any of it's guises.
It's time Corporate America to pull up you own freaking bootstraps!

That's my two cents for what it's worth.

Peace,
Clueuin

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

411 Tibit- It's all about me!

Well I've done it!
I've finally decided to bite the bullet and put up a blog exclusively dedicated to my poetry.
I've also put in a little fine art and culture that I've found here abouts on the net.
So look to your right and you'll find another favorite blog, mine! (Tee, hee!)
I didn't want anyone to get confused and think that I've taken down all my favorite blogs list.
It's still there! All you have to do it scroll down and see it on the right, it's with other little things to entertain and sometimes educate on all the goodies the web has to over.

I hope you guys enjoy my other blog as much as you've enjoyed this one. (I say to my one follower and a couple of guys who've visted but see to want to make the commitment to be one of my followers.) I guess I have too work even harder to get more people to get out of their comfort zones. Maybe I'll just write more posts here that will simulate people enough to spread the word.

Meanwhile, take a look at this blog site and the other one called:

Clueuin's Poetry Corner

The Addy: wwwmrclueuinbrooklynrulesArtPoetry.blogspot.com

The managment is not responsible for any fingers that fall off in the process of typing this addy.
Please cut and paste.

Peace,
Clueuin

Friday, September 26, 2008

A 411 Tidbit- Art On The Commons, MetroTech

I'm bummed. Here I am all ready and set to tell you about the great time I had at MetroTech; located near Flatbush Exstention and it's raining. (9/26/08)

But I guess I can cheer myself up by telling you about the mini-concerts on the Commons that happens every Friday, weather permitting of course (sigh), and how I enjoyed the Salsa Combo that played there last week and the R&B Jazz combo that played two weeks ago.
If your ever there and you want to have lunch there is the place to be. Of course lil'ole me usually just brings her lunch to one of the tables there located in the heart of the commons.
Note: If you like wearing birkenstocks and such you might want to sit at one of the park benches located in the perminiter of the Commons parks as in the center there's no grass but a gravel filled plane and the gravel tends to get into your shoes.

Otherwise you'll have a good time there. Now as for you lucky, lucky, few who have the change to buy your lunch there are several good cafes and resturants there. Every once in awhile I like to go to the Chinese fast food place that serves food by the weight, their General Tso Chicken is great. Don't get the friend chicken wings there though, they're just not crisp enough.
All this talk about food is making me hungrey. [Rustles thur her pocketbook] Sigh! I guess it's tea and peanut sandwiches for me folks!
Whenever you get a chance go down to Metrotech and enjoy the sencenory if nothing else.
This is Clueuin giving you the 411. I'm out folks! [Mumbling: Dang, I know I had a doller somewhere in my purse, where is it!?]

4 Metrotech Center
Brooklyn, NY 11201-3858
T 718 488 8200
F 718 403 1650

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A 411 Tidbit-National Stay at home week

Next week in National Stay at home week. (No I did not make this up folks!)
Now it beats me why anyone would want to stay at home, (says the person who likes staying at home and reading instead of going out to bars and such for booze and a bad pick up line. LOL), but in case you do here are some friendly suggestions to do while your staying at home.

If you've got kids
Buy lots and lots of bored games. Parcheesi, Monopoly, whatever! Because if you think you're going to convince your kids to stay at home and not watch t.v you're out of your blinking minds!
I babysat my sister's two boys, (for no reason apparently because I was informed quiet clearly by my sister's teen age young adult girls that they do it quiet well and that I wasn't needed. Thank you very much.), and believe me even with the T.V on those little hamburgers still found their way into trouble. One of them even banged into the t.v thereby messing up the cable reception, twice! (And they wonder, my mom and aunt mostly; and are asking me why don't I have kids. Huh!)

If your a couple (with no kids)
Go for a walk. (See blog post below.)
Some of my most romantic times with my boyfriend in High School was when we would walked to the park then find a park bench to snuggle at. (Good times! Sigh.)
Make love
Had a boyfriend in college. He had a one track mind. Great for when your bored and have nothing to do, not so great when your trying to study for exams. But since I don't think that my audience have the same issues that I was having, go ahead, knock yourself out!
Play Strip Poker
Fun game, don't invite the friends over. O.k?
Watch T.V
After all it's not National Don't watch T.V Month. What you want to make love like minks all week! What you don't have to go to work or something! LOL

If your alone
Ok as far as I can see you can do one or two things.
1. Go out, get drunk, or get a guy. (Haven't done that since 5 yrs ago. Wasn't all that great. Drunk sex=Bad Sex. (Hence the not looking for a man phase for the last 5yrs after that. Celibacy aian't it grand! Sigh!)
2. Read a book or watch T.V

Well enjoy your PC sponsored holiday folks, I'll be back tomorrow with some 411 on where to go and what to do here in good ole NYC. (Outside of course!) ;)
Peace!

Monday, September 22, 2008

A peek into Clueuin- The Writer, The Bonvibont, The Journeywoman!

I was at one of my favorite sites (Kensington (Brooklyn) ) when someone mentioned that though I was a funny ole thang, they didn't get that from reading my blog. It was then I realized that I didn't put as much as myself into my writing as I usually do. But let me let you into a little secret........



I usual don't put to much of myself into factual writing, it's in my poetry and short stories that I usual put myself as much as possible. (Mostly in my poetry since it's self-inspection and my own observations. I'm on a spelling roll today, peeps! I've just spelled observations without sounding it out in my head or using the spellcheck. Ya me!) Meanwhile I haven't really mastered the art of inserting to much of my wacky humor, my sense of the sublimely, (well there goes my spelling roll), ridiculous, but to be fair some of what I write is purely objective, and some of what I write is my feelings on a subject that is near and dear to me, so you won't be seeing so much the yuck, yucks, in some of my blogs. But stay tuned you never know!



So that you can get a little peek into the mind of this writer I've decided to give you some insight into who I am, without getting into to many details of course. ;) (Sorry kids can't give you to much details or the next thing you know there will be flowers on my doorstep and crazy people with my name carved into their arms. (Of course not many people get my sense of humor, so of course you've just been warned!)



Let's start with something outside of my profile and go inside my profile from time to time to explain somethings.



I am currently semi-employed. What do I mean by semi-employed? Well it's like this people I am currnetly at a job-search site looking for working and they pay me a stipend in order to help me pay my bills. (Ahh the life of the intenerient artist!) I have had many, many, many, jobs mostly in telemarketing, (Me ducking my head and saying; "Please don't hurt me."), and recently in telecommunications, (i.e customer service). But these jobs if you lack the skills in butt kissing that I do, (and I do lack those skills people, I's a spirtual activist but I's never said I'm a good one!), never last for very long. I do love talking to people and helping people as much as I can.

Now despite the bad grammer back there I 'm college educated, (as much good as it did me), and I'd like to think I am a well read person though to tell the truth I've limited my reading lately to the odd Haliquin Romance and Sci-fi/fantasy books of late. Books I've read in the past are Catcher in the Rye, The Pearl, Fall of the House of Usher, (pretty much all of the works of Edgar Allan Poe really that should tell you where my head is at.), I know why the Caged Bird Sings, and many, many, many, more classics that I just don't have the time to go over. (Any minute my instrutor will buzz by and ask what the hell I'm I doing this aian't no job search, sooo...)



When I mentioned in my profile that I like to go for walks in Parks and in my neighborhood, what I meant was I like exploring outside of it. When I think of a neighborhood I think of the familar places that one gets used to over time. I.e The Grocery store where I always shop, (The Met), the corner store where I get my junk food or sometime my loosies, (no I'm not telling ya'll where my loosie shop is! Remember the potencial crazies on my doorstop?), or the laundrymat where I do my laundry.) So around, around, the familar I go everyday, sometimes a girl get's bored and so I walk.



I walk down toward Midwood where all the nice houses are with the nice porches and the even nicer lawns. Then I find myself on Foster Avenue near Newkirk where that really good pizza place is made by third or fourth generation Italians, (still can't remember the name but go there people, the directions are on one of my blog post, so go look), afterwards it's homeward bound back up Midwood past Ocean Avenue and back to the old neighborhood. (Like I was going to give you that much of a clue to where I live, you silly peoples you!)



Then I go into my building, make myself a lunch, afterward take a smoke of my favorite ciggerette (Newport, though from time to time I have smoke Dunhill, I have exspensive tastes), watch t.v and plan my next adventure. I have always belived in go outside my comfort zone. Maybe it's because of my American side; my dad was a communist and a bit of an intellegencia, plus a part-time political activist, he was a writer of poetry as well, and he took me places outside my comfort zone of East New York Brooklyn on the days it was his turn to have custody. My Dad took me to musuems, Operas, musical concerts, and fine but cheap resturants then when the weekend was over he took me home to honking cars, people sitting on their stoops talking, girls playing double dutch, and loud Jamicain Regga (which I loved and still do, I also love Calipso music and Pop music, much as I love the Classical music vibe that was a gift from my father and believe it or not *my mom who was house proud and wanted the best for her childern so she got me piano lessons.)



Whew! If you let me get away with it I will explain my whole life in asides, (using prerenthes), so do me a favor. Whenever you see me do that to much pull my coattails, o.k? I've been known to get on many a English Teacher's nerves doing that for term papers and essasy. Bad enough I'm a writer that doesn't spell very good, but oye the pararenthes! ,( <--- Is that spelled right?) Anywho, that's enough of a glimpes of who the hell Clueuin is as a Writer, A Bonvibont, and a Journeywoman. Stay tuned for more of my blog post's of things outside your comfort zone of Brooklyn. Bon Vonage!
ClueUin

P.s You might see more about my childhood reminices if your really, really, good! I'm no Ron Lopez but I'll try to give you a peek now and again. *(My mom doesn't always come out looking all this good in my childhood memories so this is one of the good ones.)

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Miserable in Minority, Happy in Majority. My Wellspring may have sprung a leak.

Well I was going to write about Sunday's Book Fair in Brooklyn yesterday but I was still fuming about what had happen at my Church. We had a vote on Homecoming Sunday for a new Reverend and there were some people who were happy with the vote. Then there was some that were, let's just say less than happy. While it's been awhile since I've been to my church I have been following what has been going on via e-mail Newsletters and such. So when I heard about our committee's choice for imcumbent, I decided to give him a look and listen.

(Since I have a feeling some of my readers may either pratice another religion, or might not give a tinkers darn either way I won't bore you with the details about our new Reverend. Of course at this point those who know where hence my wellspring springs from it may be a spoiler for those who do give a tinkers darn. Opps, my bad!)

Before the proceeding votes were taken we were given a briefing on how it would be done. Our church uses a process called Parliamentary procedure (For more info. Go to this Wikipedia Webpage: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliamentary_procedure.)
Needless to say I found this definition slightly humorous and Ironic considering what followed :
At its heart is the rule of the majority with respect for the minority. Its object is to allow deliberation upon questions of interest to the organization and to arrive at the sense or the will of the assembly upon these questions.[1] Parliamentary procedure is used in organizations of self-governing people to conduct debate with the least possible friction in order to as efficiently as possible make group decisions. These decisions are usually determined by voting.
Not to many of the minority in which I was one felt as if the Effect of this style of voting had it's chosen impact. In short I felt as if the Majority had little respect for the minority and some of many fellow churchgoers could atest to the question of the least possible friction part not really happening. It was as if the Majority was saying, "Hey, we waited long enough for a new Reverend, there have been plenty of meetings on this subject as far as we're concered, and we would like to get the voting started so we could hurry up and go home to our Sunday dinners." (Or football games as the case may be!)
Some of us had more than just Sunday dinners to go home to and some of us didn't feel as if a couple of meetings were enough to get to know a Reverend. To be straight with you guys there is nothing wrong with him personality wise as far as I could see, I just thought what my church didn't need was a younger version of the previous Reverend. (I liked our old Reverend and respected very much, plus I was just a little depressed to see him retire. But hey the man worked hard so.....)

Anywho this is how the vote went for those who care. (Those who don't think of it as a window to the voting process, it might come in handy. You never know!)

By a vote of 455 to 66, with 33 abstentions.

I wanted my vote to count so I voted......
.....Now that would be telling wouldn't it?
(Mind you I did give you enough clues as it is.)

I would just like to end this blog post with a codicil : The Lord said; "Judge not others, lest ye yourself be Judged." So in that vain I'd like to ask for forgiveness. (To those who do give a tinkers darn.)
And ask for your indulgence, (for those who don't).

Peace!
Clueuin

Monday, September 15, 2008

You have got to listen to this!!!!

Snow, Glass, and Apples. I found it when searching the web for some more Neil Gaiman stories, websites, etc. It's a recording of the story with voices by Bebe Neuwirth as the Queen ; Martin Carey as the Huntsman; Mark Evans as the Prince; Merwin Goldsmith as the Lord of the Fair; J.R. Horne as the Archbishop & Friar; Alissa Hunnicutt as the Maidservant; Randy Maggiore as a Soldier; Kate Simses as the Princess; Nick Wyman as the King.
I wish it was longer but it's a short except of 9Mins and 40Sec. in length and it is riviting to listen to. Of course if you haven't read the short story seen in Neil Gaimen's Smoke and Mirror you've missed a spooky treat and have been living under a rock. I would recommend you read the story first but who I'm I to delay a treat. (Warning: Do not read if A: You love the beloved story of Snow White; (Disney version or otherwise.), B: Alone by yourself in a room with only one light on, or C: If your depressed and it's winter. (I kinda think in any version of Snow White that Step-mother just isn't destine to have a happy ending.)
Go, go on, give it a listen.

http://dir.salon.com/story/audio/fiction/2002/11/04/gaiman_snow/

Thanks Salon.Com!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Willamsburg: Welcome to the 21 Century!!!!!

It's all cool really, to believe in what you want to believe in that is why I call myself a Spritual Activist. I'll be the first @itch on line to defend anyone's right to pray, meditate, sing, jump up and down in airports, whatever! I'm not perfect, sometimes I slip, then I just pray or meditate or joke about my flaws, ask God to forgive me and move on. But some people think that their religions viewpoint is the only viewpoint that matters. I guess it's o.k when it's inside your home, at your church, sometimes those people get lucky and get whole blocks of like minded indivduals to impress their religious viewpoint on each other. Like the Amish, the luckless people in Texas, or our friends in Williamsburg. So at this point your wondering what had gotten me on this tear. Well I'll tell you, in fact I'll show you.



HASID LUST CAUSE
CULTURE CLASH OVER SEXY CYCLISTS
By RICH CALDER
(Saw this little bute in the New York Post this morning. This my friends is one Genuine No holds barred Genifried Neighborhood. Told you Kensington and maybe sometimes Flatbush isn't as bad as some neighborhoods. But enough of my blabbing, read on.)
It's the Hasids vs. the hotties in a Brooklyn bike war.
Leaders of South Wil liamsburg's Hasidic community said yesterday that bike lanes that bring scantily clad cyclists - especially sexy women - peddling through their neighborhood are definitely not kosher.
The red-faced religious sect is calling on city officials to eliminate the car-free lanes on Wythe and Bedford avenues, and to delay construction of a new one planned for Kent Avenue.
enjoy and discuss friends, enjoy and discuss)
To my friends in Williamsburg,
I say this:
Welcome to the 21 Century!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A Little Slice of Poetry.

Here is a small sampling of some of my poems.
I also write Short Stories but more about that later.

Issues #1

DadMomulipulationonverbaliesweareliezeverybodyearns

(You Figure it out!)



Issues #2

First there was the Void.
Then there was the Word.
Then there was God.
Then there was the Universe.
Then there were the Planets.
Then there were the Waters.
Then there were the Plants.
Then there were Animals (lets not forget the dinosaurs).
Then there were Human Beings.
Then there began Civilizations.
With Cites, Farms, and Suburbs.
Then there came Wars.
Then there came Births.
Then there came Death, practically cousin to the void.
And then there came confusion because where in all
Of this does Chaos come in?
I’m confused.


Issue # 3

You see what you want to see.
You say whatever you want to say.
You believe what you want to believe.
And no one can tell you otherwise.
But you can't tell me who I am
No matter what!

Issue#4
No Apologies


No Apologies
I turned my head.
The Apology was on my lips.
But then you were to rude to admit,
that accidents can happen.
No Apologies

Issue#5
There is a fight for my soul.
Let me know who’s winning.

Issue#6
Trying to catch the spirit

Went to Church the other day.
Had me some church yesterday.
It was a Wedsday Prayer Meeting.
They call it something else but
No matter what they call it,
It was an old-fashion prayer meeting.

Trying to catch the spirit.
What a funny thought!
Made me think of a person
Trying to jump up and down
With there hands out stretched
Trying to catch a pale ghost
That is going around the room.

Well there I was singing
And a praying when I
Couldn’t help noticing
A lot of people jumping
Up and down. The usual
Hand waving and sing
And repeating that would
Usually go on at one of
Those storefront churches.

Trying to catch the Spirit.
Huh, more like grabbing
at a ghost that wasn’t
there. It wasn’t that I
was cynical or anything.
Just mildly annoyed.

I felt like it was peer pressure
at it’s best and worst.
I wanted to have the ghost
fill my soul but all I could
feel was gladness for the company
and the joy of enjoying the music.
Sang as if I had it though.

“Give me that old tyme religion, give
me that old tyme religion, that filled
me way back when.”

Kind of made me feel lefted out
there for a minute then I felt I’d failed
somewhat. Till then something came
over me. Disgust (at myself) and bemusement
(at some others). I was enjoying myself wasn’t I?
Let others jump up and pretend that they were
catching ghosts. My ghost was in my joy

Trying to catch the spirit.

Real Cheap Indian Eats!!!!

Some people like the cool normalcy of a salad bar at lunch time, others like their Italian-American fare, a little tomato sauce here, a little motzaralla here, nice and herby. While some people like me like it nice and spicy. Maybe it's my Jamacian background or maybe sometimes I just like to go from cool to hot in 0 to 60, something to just wake me up. So when I feel like something hot and cheap; ('cause I's a poor writer ba-by!), here are just some places I like to go around New York.

Whole Foods: 14 Street Union Square- They sell it by the pound ba-by, 6.99 to be exact. Everything from Chickpea Masala to Curried lamb. Ignore the fact you have to get past ill-mannered Manhattanites who seem to be acting like they were raised by wolfes, in order to get to the hot food bar in the back. It's worth it ba-by.

Fisherman's: Newkirk Avenue- Have a taste of the Island mon, right by the Newkirk Q Train. They have fried porgies and Steamed Snapper that will make you wish you had some nice Red Stripe to go with. (Sorry boys, no alchol liesence!) But hey their not just fish! They have grill chicken that they grill right in the front window. Good price, nice atomosphere and above all their affordable. Which is all this writer can ask for when she has some extra change and doesn't feel like cooking.

Stay turned for more cheap eats in this blog.
Note: Fisherman's- Not it's full name but you can't miss it, you come out of the Q train station
to your right, can't miss it. Hell, don't miss it!!!

Monday, September 8, 2008

The best keep secert in Brooklyn. Should it be kept?

I was hunting around the World Wide Web, looking for a place to live. I had saw a neighborhood while riding the 103 bus and thought it looked kool. It had reminding me of my college days when I was in Manhattan. Hanging around Greenwich Villi age, with my Brooklyn street wise ways and my 'I've been living in Florida for the past year' Naivete. Well anyway I found out the place name is call Kensington and on the web their is a website called Kensington (Brooklyn); (WWW. Kensingtonbrooklyn.blogspot.com.)
It seems however not everything in Kensington is all sunny and bright. No folks it's not all Coffee Shops and busy nail salons. The word here is gentfrication and there are some who think that there is too much of a bad thing.
As I'm currently living in East Flatbush, I was puzzled at the range of ideas that sprang forth. One was that there was too many 'white' people, and the other that the hipsters and yuppies had taken over the place. Living as I was five years ago in Harlem and Alphabet City, I don't believe that they understand the true meaning of genfrication. From what I saw Kensington is a mixed neighborhood seldom seen in these New York streets today.
In East Flatbush you see Caribbeans and Senegalese take over a place with a couple of African-Americans in between; in Williamsburg , Hasidic Jews and Hipsters have a way of making you feel as if your a stranger in a strange land and will you please leave, meanwhile in Park Slope the yuppies there like to pretend that anything east of Atlantic Avenue doesn't exist.
I feel that Kensington feels and acts like a place where all are welcome, (if of course you can pay the high rents, still modest by Manhattan standards. Meanwhile I'm paying 1000.75 in East Flatbush so the rent argument that seems to crop up as one of the reasons African-Americans are getting pushed out seems to be quite weak. (Full discloser: I'm African-American/Caribbean.), and I for one would not feel uncomfortable about moving in.