It started out as the "archetype for postwar suburbs throughout the US", The Lily White Safe Place where returning GIs could fuck their White Wives and raise their little White Kids far from the gazes of Blacks and other non-Whites.
LevitTown was core Republican America.
By January 2007, however, LevitTown was more famous as the perfect example of how NOT to construct a community.
Some fifty plus years on, LevitTown was that place where Judges ordered innocent children to jail for kickbacks from the owner of a private Juvenile Detention Facility.
LevitTown was that place where that Decapitated Gay Pornographer ran his Gay Porn Studio out of his basement. An operation the LevitTown District Attorney was quoted in newspapers describing as a legal business. The basement Gay Porn Studio was somehow a legal business in LevitTown despite the fact that the production of adult videos and paying people to perform in adult videos was and is still illegal in the State.
They say God punishes people by giving them what they wish for ... Well,
God must have really fucking hated LevitTown. CLICK HERE for Matthew Fondel's LevitTown
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I've been trying to figure out what has been going on with my hair for weeks.
I just remembered that I used this Just For Men hair color thing a couple of weeks ago.
My beard is completely grey. I had a beard around Christmas for a couple of weeks, but that was only because I didn't plan on leaving my apartment around that time.
The last time I let my beard grow out, a friend walked up to me and jumped back in shock. The guy said: "Wow, you look like you're 60 years old. That was the last time I walked around with a beard in public.
Only the hair near my ears on my head is grey. When I look at my hair in the mirror, I don't see any other grey, but people tell me that I have grey hair. I guess the grey must be on the back of my heard where I can't see them.
Anywho, a couple of weeks ago, I came across this Just For Men stuff that I had to have bought like three years ago and never used. I figured, since I have the stuff and I do have grey hair, I may as well put it in. So, I used the old Just For Men stuff and now I have Don King Hair. Even vaseline won't hold my hair down, I have to wear a cap indoors.
When I was younger, I was always accused of having good hair. Good hair is Black Speak for hair that is curly or straight. My hair varies (like everything else about me) depending on what my diet is. I remember once going home for some holiday and my hair was very dry and kinki and my sisters just had the merry ole time laughing at my hair. He had good hair once, now look at it.
I love my hair when I am a raw foodist. My hair grows much longer and much faster when I'm raw. And it also grows from a lot of weird places; like I have hair on my ears that is growing way too much now.
Once while I was a raw foodist and my hair was curly and long, I dyed it Moonlight Brown. I just loved the way my moonlight hair looked when I combed it. A staight guy I worked with at the time even commented on how great my hair looked then.
But that was then. Now, I've got Don King Hair. I would cut all my hair off, but, at my age, I'm afraid it won't grow back.
Splendor in the Grass is an old love story with Warren Beatty in it. The story is about this girl who got so hung up on loving Warren Beatty's character that she ended up having a breakdown and being sent to a hospital.
The real effect of the movie for me comes at the end when the girl gets her life back together and she decides that she is now capable of seeing Beatty's character again; and resolving her issues with him. The girl goes to Beatty's house/farm where it turns out that Beatty is married and has a son.
It is not really fair of the movie that it presents the actress who plays the woman Beatty's character is married to in the way it does. I mean, everyone of use is beautiful to someone. But, to get a point across, the woman that Beatty is married to is presented as much less educated, beautiful and worldly than the girl that Beatty rejected in the movie. The difference between Beatty's wife and the Girl is very apparent and it is clear that the wife is embarrassed by the contrast between herself and the girl she knows is Beatty's old girlfriend. Again, this is not very fair or attractive but it is a very effective scene in the movie.
One of the points that the movie gets across (if not THE point) is that this Girl got all bent out of shape ovver this guy who was really no big deal. As a youth, the guy, Beatty, was beautiful and he looked like the whole world was his. But, in the movie Beatty ended up being just another dumb guy married to an ugly fat woman; doing manual labor for a living.
For some reason, this scene at the end of the movie stays with me. And, I'm sure that I am always aware of it, even when I'm not conscious of it.
There is a Guy I know sorta like the Beatty character in Splendor in Grass.
Based on my impressions of Guy 20 years ago, I was convinced that I knew exactly how Guy's life would unfold and exactly where Guy would be now. I was convinced that Guy would now be married with children and be head of some company, a lawyer or a politician.
Guy's life did not exactly turn how the way I assumed. And, while Guy may still be considered a success in some ways, his life seems like the ultimate waste to me. The way I see Guy now, he may as well have taken a razor and mutilated his face.
I guess I am just so thankful that I saw Splendor in the Grass all those years ago.
I"m thankful that because Splendor in the Grass was always on my mind, I didn't get bent out of shape over a Guy who turned out to be nothing special.
Splendor in the Grass
The Actress that I have been calling The Girl was none other than Natalie Wood. And, Splendor in the Grass was Warren Beatty's film debut.
When her friends cooperate with Mrs. Loomis and refuse to tell Deanie where Bud is living and can be found, she finds an ally in her father - he reveals Bud's location on a local farm: "He's staying out at his father's old ranch." [This is the farmhouse where she shared a double-date with Bud and his sister years earlier.] She walks over to her trusting father who demonstrates confidence in her new-found emotional health (contrary to her mother's opinion), and kisses him warmly on the forehead ...
Deanie is introduced to Bud's hospitable, pregnant wife - the Italian waitress from New Haven, Connecticut that he married and impregnated during his first year in school before he dropped out. Deanie is stunned but not overcome after learning he has a family - an infant named Bud, Jr., and another on the way. Lovingly, Deanie holds the baby boy up in her arms and lets him play with the pearl string around her neck. Now a little older and more sophisticated, she can see that her high-school hero is burdened by a pregnant wife and a run-down farmhouse.
As they walk to the car, the short visit has confirmed for Deanie that her former lover hasn't matured much since she last saw him as a high-school senior. But his lifestyle has changed radically from one of wealth and prosperity to the hard-working life of a rancher/farmer. And he seems only half-satisfied with married life. They both have had to accept compromises in their bitter-sweet lives ("You gotta take what comes") - no longer able to dwell obsessively on recovering the intense happiness (and its attendant agony and confusion) that they once experienced. Although she still loves him warmly, she discovers that the affection that they once had could never be recovered:
Deanie: You're happy, Bud? Bud: I guess so. I don't ask myself that question very often, though. How about you? Deanie: I'm getting married next month. Bud: Are you, Deanie? Deanie: (She nods.) A boy from Cincinnati. I think you might like him. Bud: Gee - things work out awful funny sometimes, don't they, Deanie? Deanie: Yes, they do. Bud: I hope you're gonna be awful happy. Deanie: Well, like you, Bud. I don't think too much about happiness either. Bud: What's the point? You gotta take what comes. Deanie: Yes - well - Bud: Deanie! (She turns toward him.) I'm awful glad to see you again. Deanie: (She sighs and affectionately flitters her eyelids.) Thanks, Bud. Goodbye. Bud: Goodbye.
Splendor in the Grass continued
The photo below is from the end of the movie where Natalie Wood gets all dressed up to finally go see Beatty.
Natalie is in all her fine clothes thinking that Beatty is still rich and now a success; and that his wife is probably the most beautiful woman in the world.
When Natalie enters the farmhouse, Beatty's wife is in the kitchen cooking, The wife looks like a servant.
Again, it is really not fair the way this actress is presented. But, again, the way Beatty's wife is presented in the movie (as being incredibly inferior in every way to Natalie Wood) is extremely effective.
To add to the appearance of Beatty's wife, Beatty's infant son is shown on the dirty floor of the run down farmhouse crying. Natalie picks up the boy who could have been her son. There is a shot of Beatty's wife in this scene, and from the look on her face you can see that she knows that she is a major step down from Natalie Wood. This is an amazing scene, cruel, but very effective.
This pic below is of Natalie and Beatty I think as Beatty is walking Natalie back to her car after her visit with him is over.
There is this Guy that I have known for years. My relationship with Guy is so unbelievable I won't even try to describe it.
I have a really hard time sometimes realizing that I have known Guy for more than 20 years; twenty fahking years of Bizarro Guy Logic.
I ran across some websites/blogs of friends of Guy's on the Internet some time ago. When I read the interests of Guy's friends, I came away with this feeling that Guy is like this new wave Frankenstein trying to recreate me out of various human body parts (only in this case the body parts belong to living friends of his). It really is unbelievable; flattering and yet extremely bizarre.
I was reading the interests of one of Guy's friends on the net and it almost looks like the guy just copied things that I have talked about on this board and wrote them down on his blog as his interests.
I wonder how Guy's friends re-acted when they realized that they are more or less just human body parts that Guy is assembling in an attempt to recreate me?
Anywho, the idea of someone trying to recreate me by assembling various humans together brings to mind a song from The Rocky Horror Picture Show; " In Just Seven Days, I Can Make You A Man".
Frank: A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds Will get sand in his face When kicked to the ground, And soon in the gym with a determined chin, The sweat from his pores as he works for his cause Will make him glisten and gleam. And with massage, and just a little bit of steam, He'll be pink and quite clean He'll be a strong man. Oh honey...
All: But the wrong man.
Frank: He'll eat nutritious high protein, And swallow raw eggs... Try to build up his shoulders, his chest, arms, and... legs. Such an effort if he only knew of my plan. In just seven days... I can make you a man. He'll do press-ups, and chin-ups Do the smearch, clean and jerk. He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work. Such strenuous living I just don't understand, When in just seven days, ...oh baby, ...I can make you a man.
Frank: But a deltoid and a bicep. A hot groin and a tricep. Makes me, oooh, shake, Makes me want to take Charles Atlas by the ...ha-ha-hand. In just seven days, ... oh, baby ... I can make you a man. I don't want no dissention, just dynamic tension.
There are two very important events that made me the INFORMATION NAZIS that I am today. By Information Nazis, I mean that I am militant about what information and situations I am exposed to and militant about not wanting to even hear about stuff that I consider useless.
1. When I was in college majoring in engineering, and I was trying to actually figure out some of the stuff in electrical engineering, some idiot memory of some idiot situation would always seem to pop into my head at exactly the wrong time. I would always wonder what I could have been thinking about and what my mind could have achieved had that idiot memory not been stored in my brain.
2. There is a book called the Mind of a Minemonic (sp?) that details a psychologist's studies of a guy who could not forget anything. This particular guy had something called synethesia (a blending of the senses), which more or less aided him in being able to remember everything that he ever experienced. The thing is that that guy, called "S" in the book, was genetically no different from any of us. And, there was no measurable limit to the amount of information that he could store in his brain and for how long he could store it. So, the way I see it, an idiot memory of some idiot situation or event will be stored in my brain forever and I can never remove it.
I think the most distracting and useless memory possible is the stored memory of the face of someone I don't like and don't find attractive. I absolutely HATE looking at some people, because I am always conscious of the idea that their idiot fahking images will be with me forever.
I am absolutely BRUTAL about what I am exposed to and what people I am exposed to. in fact, one of the reasons why I now hate a particular guy that I actually had some affection for at one time, is that, because of him, I was exposed to all of these idiot people he called friends, people I would never ever have known existed had it not been for him.
The thing is though,
Lately, I am realizing that IDIOT information can lead to some useful creative results. For example, I considered my participating on a certain messageboard about clubbing to a total fahking waste of time at the time I was doing it. But, it was from this act that I saw the use of the phrase "drama" (as meaning so much BS). And, of course that is where the idea for DRAMA NYC ™ came from.
First off, I have to disclose that I have zero fahking respect for people who aren't engineers. The way I see it, if you aren't an engineer, you have no legal right to be consuming oxygen that non-disposable people could be using.
In addition, I have zero fahking respect for fiction.
I can create my own fahking fiction.
To my way of thinking, having fahking fiction stored in my brain only creates errors in logic.
Second, to me the declaration that one is a "Writer", is just some White Boy's way of telling the world that he doesn't have to work for a living.
Declaring that one is a Writer is some White Boy's way of telling the world that his parents or his Gay Lover is paying his rent.
I think, more or less, the jury is in with the verdict that "Writer" (like report and like actor) doesn't pay any money unless you are at the mega-star level. I can't tell you how many people I've met temping who have informed me that they have books out there.
I actually met a guy temping who wrote a book on temping and he was still temping. It seems to me that if you are going to claim that you have written some kick-ass book on temping, that you would NOT still be temping making no money.
I met a guy with a computer science degree who had co-authored a book on the Pascal Programming Language, and this guy was working as a secretary at Ernst & Young.
Now, this brings us to the fahking Mandinka Writers.
All of the idiot fahking Mandinkas that I've met who have claimed to be writers have been butt ugly stupid ass Caribbeans. The declaration "Writer" seems to be perfectly in tune with the idiot Carib's delusion that they are English (instead of butt ugly Africans).
Mandinka Writer Man
Mandinka Writer Man was in fact the temp who was allowed to sleep in Debevoise Plimpton's word processing center on third shift when I was temping there. In fact, when the guy wasn't sleeping in Debevoise's Center, he was working on his Novel.
again, I'd really like to see what client/matter numbers this guy was charging his time to while he was sleeping and writing a novel in Debevoice's Word Processing Center.
Mandinka Writer Man, from what I could tell, had no college degree of any kind. This guy had simply taken some writing classes and that fact together with his delusion that he was of English descent (the butt ugly fahker's parents were from Jamaica) was enough for him to qualify (in his mind) as a "Writer".
Oh, and the ugly fahk had just gotten out of the hospital because someone had shot him.
From what I could tell at the time, I was the only person in Debevoice's WP Center with a technical degree (or a degree period) and I was the only person in this center who had gone to a top-tier university. And yet, the rejects (because they out numbered me) had no doubt that they were superior to me. The supervisor of the third shift clearly had no fear that it was possible for me (a Black Man) to do anything whatsoever to him. I mean, this idiot PR Supervisor KNEW that I published a website on temping, yet somehow it never fahking occurred to him that I would actually write about him allowing some idiot Carib to SLEEP in Debevoice's WP Center (and write a novel) while I had to work.
I'm certain that PR never figured I would not only write about the above but that I would also FAX a copy of the blog entry to Debevoice.
The declaration by idiot butt ugly Mandinkas that they are writers serves the same purpose that declaring that one is an "actor" serves for "the blow job givers"; i.e., these losers are so fahked in the head and so far gone mentally, that they need to cling to invented personas just to make it through the day without blowing their idiot fahking brains out.
I continue to find it amazing just how fahked-up so many temps are these days. I remember there being sane intelligent people temping back in the day, but I guess all of those people found jobs. I have a lot of work to do on my websites that, in theory, I could get done quicker by using temps. But, I can't even imagine allowing some of the idiot fhakers temping to work on MY stuff.
I was just on a temp assignment working for lawyers at a major law firm, yet all I can remember about this assignment is this dumb Mandinka beauch going on and on about some fahking book she wrote. So, like WHY is the dumb beauch temping? If the beauch is so successful a writer, why is she inflicting her idiot fahking delusions on me on a TEMP assignment?
I just realized where I put my Andis Styliner Shaver.
First off, I always find it odd that I can actually lose things in my little tiny apartment. The way I see it, everything I own should be immediately visible.
When I was trying to find my shaver, I knew that the last time I saw it it was on my desk and I picked it up and put it somewhere so that I wouldn't break the blade again.
I have a habit of breaking the blades on my shavers. In fact, I have about 10 shavers in my apartment with broken blades. The thing is that replacing the blades on my shavers costs $20.00 almost as much as buying a new shaver (about $35 - $65). So, usually when I break the blades on a shaver, I just buy a new shaver.
The thing about ingrown hairs is that because the hairs curve, when they grow, they can grow back into your skin. At one time, I was in the habit of using a needle to daily pull ingrown hairs out of my face. Pulling ingrown hairs out is the best way to avoid bumps on your face and infection but obviously, it takes up a lot of time.
I knew a guy who said he had his wife pull out the ingrown hairs on his face, but I can't see living with a beauch just for ingrown hair removal purposes.
I once heard a story of a guy who had a tooth removed because of an infection and pain. And, the story is that when the dentist removed the tooth, there was an ingrown hair all around the root of the tooth. I still have a hard time believing this story.
I have however seen Black men on the streets in New York City who have ingrown hairs and they have these large bumps all over their face and the back of their necks. There are little tiny hairs on the back of the neck, and these tiny hairs seem to be more prone to grow back into the skin.
I have seen these guys walking around and it is clear they have no understanding of what is going on with these bumps. These guys (or their barbers) just keep shaving around the bumps and other bumps forms and it just becomes a huge mess.
Anyway, the special clippers that are designed for shaving do not cut the hair very close to the face. So the hair is always at a length where it should not grow back into the face.
if the hair is cut too, i.e., below the skin line, the hair can grow backwards into the skin before even reaching the surface. These ingrown hairs are the worst because you can;t see or reach these hairs. The only solution to this kind of ingrown hair is when the hair infects the face to such a point that the ingrown hair comes out when you pop the resulting pimple.
If the hair grows out too long, because the hair is curly, it can curl back in and grow into the skin..
Most SANE people (i.e. non- New Yorkers) know that Black Men have this problem. There have even been a number of lawsuits by Black Men arguing that they had to have beards in the workplace for medical reasons.
I used to used a chemical product for men that removed facial hair, but this chemical is rather harsh so I stopped using it. My father still uses this product. This product also hardens after it dries, so it can clog up pipes.
Once, I was on a job interview and this dumb ass White Beauch greeted me by saying: "Well, thanks for shaving". I had shaved but I had shaved with clippers. It was at this point that I realized what all of the other idiot White fahkers I had interviewed with had probably been thinking about my shaving my face with clippers.
ANYWAY...
I just realized where I put my shaver. I saw my shaver on my desk and I knew that I would knock it over and break the blade if it stayed on my desk. So, I put the shaver in this plastic rubbermaid box underneath my desk temporarily.
I really like the Andis Outliner II shaver. However, sometimes, my facial hair is so dry and curly that I still get ingrown hairs even with this shaver. The Andis Styliner does not shave as close as the Outliner II, so I generally used the Styliner.
Because I have been Black a very long time, and because I know that most of the idiot abused fahkers in New York City are idiot abused fahkers, now when I have a job interview, I use the chemical hair removal product.
Flooding is this shrink term for a rush of emotion that occurs when a person re-lives/remembers some deeply hidden event. Usually, it is the shrink that ferrets out some hidden trauma and who forces a person to recognize the trauma and re-live it. The concept is that forcing/aiding someone in reliving some hidden trauma (against their will and when they are unable to do so on their own), is somehow THERAPEUTIC.
While Criminal Intent appeared to have been trying to get away from the whole "flooding thing", this past Sunday's Law & Order Criminal Intent was a return by Law & Order to Classic Flooding.
The Criminal in this episode was a guy who was abused by the women in his life (his mother, grandmother and his sisters) when he was a child. The Criminal arranges a revenge of sort by having a famous photographer photograph women he killed (who looked like his mother, grandmother and his sisters) in a manner that would provide the Criminal with some measure of revenge against what was done to him. However, when the photographer does not photograph the woman in a way that would satisfy the Criminal's need for payback, he kills the photographer.
What is really "classic flooding" about the way this flooding episode unfolds is that the Criminal is emotionless to the point of almost being comatose. The Criminal shows absolutely no emotion whatsoever until the climatic "flooding" scene in which he loses control and kicks over a table.
I was working on something at my desk and I happened to glance over at my tv which was showing a Bel Ami Video, one in the "Personal Trainer" Series.
Now, I've seen this video and others like it from Bel Ami hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I just realized how weird it could look to some people.
Bel Ami in an Adult Video Company in the Czech Republic. Most of the "models" for this company are from the Czech Republic, or a country nearby.
Most of the models used by Bel Ami are claimed to be straight, they make the videos for the money.
Now, since most of the models are not gay and have never had gay sex, the producers of this video claim to have this "program" to train or prepare them for having gay sex in front of a camera. And, this then is where the "Personal Trainer Series" of videos come from. The objective is for guys already doing gay porn to show the new guys how it is done.
i once saw a tv report on this country where the leader (Chowchesku)had banned the use of contraceptives. So, the people in this country would just throw their kids out on the street because they had so many they couldn't care for them all. There was one little boy who was interviewed in some train station where he was sleeping in a card board box, his pants had been stolen by older kids. When asked what his biggest wish was, this little boy said that he wished one day to have a bicycle.
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