Urban Honking

It’s C’n’P’s one-year anniversary. Gracias to Mike and Curt for hooking me up, statcounter, Tiny and Sasha for the encouragement, my cousin Brian Diaz for never telling the rest of our family about this blog (if you are in Queens and need a headshot he will hook you up), Steve Gevurtz for the confessional license, […]

Never mind that Destiny Fulfilled is their worst album, mostly stuffed ballads and only one real headspinner. Never mind that Be and Kelly are velvet voiced, and Michelle Williams sounds like a godly L’Trimm. Its chronological relationship narrative is a kind-of amazing cautionary tale of action and consequence. Kicks off with “Lose my Breath” and […]

Overlooking the garish spider-eyelashes, in her younger years, Fran Allison somewhat resembled Janet Leigh. She was girl-next-door-pretty, a radio comedienne and singer from Waterloo who discovered God when she was small, after her mother, stricken with TB and locked in a sanitorium, “prayed herself well.” Even despite that and her father’s chronic illness, Fran stuck […]

Iraqi farmers required to purchase seeds from US companies.

RIP ODB.

No stolen elections: info on voter fraud and disenfranchisement pours in. Courtesy the honorable Ms. E. Mendez Berry: a The Dept. of Homeland Security meddles in OH vote counts. (MSNBC transcript.) Hope and love to Jeff, whose family has been called up by the backdoor draft. Special to the googler of “fingers julianne shepherd”: I […]

PS. Not-Chauncey-Billups is America’s greatest unrealized frontman. If you are forming a band, particularly a true-blue, not-crusty screamo ensemble or need someone to mug smooth and expressive like a young white Al Green, I suggest you call him up.

Maybe later today or tomorrow I will tell you about my night with Mums, Jamie Hector from The Wire, UTFO and Kurtis Blow’s mom. I will tell you about my first visit to the Bronx ever, about the best potato in America and how Kid Lucky hitchhiked up and down the west coast, but he […]

1 pm today, Bronx Museum of the Arts:Connie and Ebenezer’s thing. Oh don’t get snotty about it. Eb and I discussed at length the corniness of the title; inspiration at 4 am w/your guard down, sometimes puns are birthed. H2O film fest awards ceremony, Peter Jay Sharpe Theater, 95th & Broadway. All I know is: […]

Havana in the spring. Oh god, what air! What delicate breezes tantalize the cillia in my nostrils! Fanciful and artistic is the plate of the gourmand which I see before me. Eight gentle, quivering prawns lay in rows of two apiece; their skins punctured in precise designs with the tines of solid silver prawning forks […]