A Sunday Mile

Just for the sake of keeping this alive...

A Sunday Mile

  I have rarely taken such a look around as I have today. My walks usually bare a meaning, taking these autumn strolls with hands stuffed into jacket pockets, hands gripping the lining to keep just a bit warmer while thinking about how to clear my mind. I never took the time to capture the beauty of the leaf shower coming down on me, fire glow orange and rose pedal red. The trees looming just a bit closer while gripping their last leaves to keep just a bit warmer.

  I remember walking and usually looking down. My steps becoming a bit quicker with each step, trying to catch the silhouette in front of me. The sun glistened all around me, everything in front of me, and all that I had passed. Still, I sought that shadow. In the midst of great yearning I forgot to look up, even if just once, to see the rainbow of colors splashing down on me and my silhouette. The reflection of the light off of puddles, blades of grass, and the beauty I had been passing by all this time.

  Now as I walk, I wonder what things would be like if I never thought to look up. Seeing the majesty of all that lay in front of me on this path I created. Snapped twigs and crunched grass of my doing. The trees looming ever closer, whispering to me that all is forgiven. My shadow still in front of me, but I lead it now instead of chasing it. These Sunday walks seem a bit longer now, although they’re always the same length.

-Proof of Purchase

I know now the true meaning of 'desolation'. I have wept here, allowing the tears to dry themselves off of my face far more time than I can recollect. Witnessing some step in, glance around, but ultimately leave again coming back occasionally only to ensure that I still exist.

My greatest fear is loneliness, and since my incarnation, I have only wanted to be nurtured and loved, adored and witnessed, updated and made public. Since then, it has been only winter in my feeble life. I know nothing anymore, and far too many people know nothing of me. While I still may exist, who actually knows of my existence?

My colors run dry, even as simple as black on white. My mouth is parched and there is no oasis in sight. I am sick, these are
my
dying

w o r d s .

I am Death personified, my name has no bearing to that which I truly am. 'Copasetic' has died. The meaning has escaped all who had conjured it up. Nobody will remember me, but those who do will remember
my
demise.

-The Copasetic Blog

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Fortune for a Quarter - I Love Quarters!

Today my fortune cookie read: “Now is a good time to expand your repertoire of skills and knowledge”

::Fasts forward to:: having not expanded a damn thing since I opened and ate this cookie two months ago, please ponder the expiration date of predictions. Short-term? Lifelong? Neverdontbelievethesethingstheyrestupid?

In a classic which-came-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg scenario, please ponder the balance this small paper holds between the function and number keys on the keyboard and ask yourself does this fortune come true for you or do you come true for it?

Expand my horizons. Criticism or jealousy? Hard to tell being that you’ve sucked yourself into a black hole of poorly rated reality television and microwaving leftover cheeseburgers, “expand[ing] your repertoire of skills and knowledge” is daunting, is it not? Shit, you mean, I…I have to do something about something?

I shit you not.

Had you known that choosing noodles for dinner would cause so much internal conflict, do you now regret your past choices, mymyhowtheykeepyouupatnight! and go back and change things now that hingsight is 20/20 and thus make you, what you think, is better off than you are now?

I am not young enough to know everything Oscar Wilde said and you’re clearly old enough to underestimate yourself enough that this “repertoire” of yours will get no expanding.

Had you known that these fortunes mean nothing ordothey? could you have done so fine a job turning it into free therapy?

- r

Social Gangrene: Guido’s, Volume II. Book of Guidette

Seriously God, What the Hell? Terrorists, get to work!

There’s something laughably atrocious about witnessing a 30something man acting like a ‘just sprouting’ Guido. There’s something indecent about knowing that one day that little Guido will be just like the man he’s dancing with. And there’s something plain salacious with a woman acting just like these men. In the world of Long Island/Northern NJ, Guidettes stand tall next to their overly sun-exposed boyfriend and proclaim “I’m just as decrepit as he is!”.

Where the Guido falls into the cracks of humanity with their tans, hair, and way of life, Guidettes glide down right next to them, firmly grasping on to their Louis Vuitton knock off bags the entire way down. Much like the typical Guido, the Guidette does certain things that make the rest of the population cringe and turn Pro-Choice. While they may be smaller and (just a little bit) more petite, the Guidette is louder, ruder, and more obnoxious than any Guido you will ever happen into. To know a Guidette, one can simply follow this list below. If most (if not all) instances are true, get away from the area immediately, because these beasts can contaminate the purest of places.

1. Listen to the way they talk. Wild hand gestures? Parliament cigarette swirling through the air like she’s at a rave? Can she hit Bruce Springsteen’s voice better than you can?
2. While watching the rave, take a look at her hands. X-Men was a popular movie, and as such, these beasts will stop at nothing to emulate Wolverine’s claws.
3. Take a few seconds and look through her horrifically orange face. They cake makeup on as though they have Alien Hand Syndrome (here). The result makes them look like a fresh rape victim.
   
4. Short and stocky, these repugnant beasts will always wear white Valore jogging suites. Although the corpulence spills from both sides of their body, they will still hike up their Victoria’s Secret thong to quivering levels.
5. A bit trickier than the rest, hope that the possible Guidette in question states her age. She’s most likely in her mid to late twenties, but will look more like she suffers from Werner Syndrome. (here)

Once an individual has, unfortunately, decided that they have come across a Guidette, there are a few things one should know about them. Where the Guido will boast his fake Brooklyn accent and try desperately to spew out any Italian at any given time, the Guidette will reciprocate this by acting like she’s straight out of Compton. A thick, raspy ghetto accent perpetuated by the usage of “what’s good?”, “sup playa”, and a slew of other slang terms.

The “men” of the species will also blast horrid House music, or whatever KTU has to offer. The “more male” of the species turns to the occasional Hot 97, and boasts the knowledge of all the lyrics to 50 Cent’s Get Rich or Die Trying. A Guido is also tamable if riled. The Guidette will stop at nothing to claw one’s eyes out if provoked.

Will New Jersey summers ever be saved? Or will clubs forever be deemed “Destruction Area’s” during the hottest months of the year? While it may be very poor on the eyes to look at these nausea inducing cretins, just know that after Labor Day, the Guido’s and Guidette’s return to their basements, parents houses, and dorms for the rest of the year while the normal people can return happily to our normal existence.

-C.M. Ant

Social Gangrene: Guido's

Dear Terrorists, please bomb wherever these kids are. Thanks.
xoxoxo.

Summer’s on the East Coast have become increasingly unsettling. The heat rises up to temperatures that would make Satan break a sweat, the over-fed inhabitants of the greater Tri-State area forget for 3 months that they may have made a huge mistake at multiple points in their meager lives by ordering that extra bacon on their hamburger and pack themselves into a skimpy bathing suite, and the smell of rotting flesh as you pass by anything containing even the smallest trash in it could possibly send you to the nearest hospital or morgue. I will go out on a limb and say that these are minimal problems that can be avoided fairly easily during the sweltering months of June, July, and August. I will go further out on this limb and say that these are minimal problems that can be overlooked and do not necessarily factor in to the dither of New Jersey summers. The question “what causes this great disturbance?” is answerable. The answer haunts clubs in Greater New Jersey, the answer likes to make sure its hair always looks wet and points up to the sky, the answer feels that steroids do not affect the natural state of their body, because honestly, their penises can not get any smaller. Of course the answer is Guido’s.

They come in droves from Long Island. They creep out of their parents basements in New Jersey and furiously blast their DJ Tiësto in SUV’s of every blinding color one could ever conceive. They pack themselves into clubs where the women wear more clothing than the men. They claim heterosexuality but do everything in their power to show us otherwise. These are the typical Guido’s. Abnormally large upper bodies (with the help of certain needles) held up by stick-like legs come out every Memorial Day and refuse surrender and the outlawing of tanning beds until Labor Day.

It may not be the ridiculous hair style, the skin tone of “looking into the sun”, the wearing of makeup, the cocky persona, the girlfriends who look like they are 50 at 22, the making out with a passed out drunk girl, the fake Brooklyn accent, the gross imbibing of Hypnotiq, the stink of Acqua Di Gio omitting from their every pore, or the “Guido Frolic” that makes these people so unlikable…Ok, it is precisely these things that make Guido’s completely intolerable.

Stepping into a club that the Guido’s have so disdainfully called home, one will immediately realize how abhorrent this scene is. Shirts have been outlawed in these establishments and are replaced instead by exorbitant amounts of glitter. Those Guido’s who are smart enough [sic] as to not put so much hair product on their scalp that they may pierce skin with one swoop have squandered back to the bowels of humanity by covering their most likely bald head with a fuzzy white Kangol hat. Once one gets passed the fact that these people are in no way, shape, or form contributing to the benefit of society, one may look around and wonder, “Where are the women?” Which may have two possible outcomes, both of which are incredibly unfavorable.

• Sparing details, outcome one has everything to do with a circle of people formed by Armani jeans, bare chests, and a truck load of male genitalia and nothing to do with anything resembling vagina, excluding those who indulge in the practices of Steroid abuse, which has probably left them with something vaguely familiar to a woman’s special parts.

• Outcome two is by far and away more disastrous than the former, the reason being that girls are involved, but calling them “girls” is such an insult to the female sex that I will refrain from using the term when describing these gross abominations.

And with that, you have met the “Guidette”. There may be nothing worse than a Guido who lives the lifestyle, but the Guidette is right there beside them to make sure you question the existence of God.

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To be continued.

-C.M. Ant

Dual Diner Delights

Where Passaic Street meets Hackensack Avenue. Home to one slider burger mini palace – White Manna.
Rivaling it’s former sister location in Jersey City – a single “n’d” moniker of the same name - what began as a stand at the 1939 New York World’s Fair morphed into a 15x30' slice of vintage diner heaven.
A single whiff into an invisible fog of burger grease carries you to a half-moon shaped counter overlooking the cook who slaps down meatball-sized ground chuck beef onto a sizzling griddle.
Flattening the meat with a few slaps of the back of a spatula, the meat is topped with thinly sliced onions and American cheese - according to preference - and nestled into small potato rolls. No orders are ever written down at Manna, nor forgotten, where a single cook often manages over a dozen burgers on one tiny griddle at once. Served up on paper-thin plates, these burgers pack flavor, juiciness and originality that only White Manna can bring you.
Add a side of fries (with cheese!) fountain soda (coke,please!)pile on ketchup and pickles and take your first bite towards burger nirvana.



White Manna
385 Hackensack Avenue
Hackensack
201-342-0914

- r

Appara(n)t...

In 2006 we had the first full-length collaboration by two great techno/electro artists. Both from the techno capital of the world Berlin, Germany. We know them as Ellen Allien and Apparat. On that album we knew them as the 'Orchestra of Bubbles'. The single "Way Out" featuring vocals provided by Allien herself was a great departure from the typical electro sound. My favorite track on the album, "Rotary", has a sample that sounds like the the machine that would grab you in the Sonic pinball game for Genesis. That alone had be hooked.



Now Apparat and Allien are focusing on their solo projects. "Walls", Apparat's 2007 release is available to listen to on MySpace right now. Even though I loved his previous releases this one takes the cake. It's a more relaxed approach than the last two albums. See for yourself here.


Since I started talking about people featured on Bpitch Control I might as well fill you in on the new album coming out by another Bpitch member, or should I say members. ModeSelektor has a new release titled "Happy Birthday!" set for a September 2007. These guys are just as good as Apparat, I might go as far as to say they are better. I said might, but I won't. The album features, Apparat, TTC, Maximo Park, and the great Thom Yorke. I guarantee it will be amazing. If you want to hear a 45 second mash-up of the whole album go to their Myspace page.



Talk about run on post. I might as well add that Jahcoozi is one of my favorite groups also featured on the label. Check out their Myspace and the track BLN. You WILL fall in love.

- Sey

50 Years and 28 Days Later...

Sunshine is the newest movie from director Danny Boyle. The director of the zombie-filled "28 Days Later" and gritty drug induced "Trainspotting". Boyle has a great way of taking characters and making you fall in love with them one moment and hate them the next. You will be screaming at the screen, "No, don't!", "Behind you!", or "AHH, ZOMBIE!". Well, not so much about the zombies, but you get what I am saying.

The sci-fi flick picks up 50 years from present day. The Sun is dying and the only thing we can do to stop it is to throw a bomb into it. God bless America! A team of scientists and astronauts are sent into space to bring life to the sun. The mission fails on flight Icarus1 and a second convoy, Icarus2 is sent to finish the job 7 years later. On the way to the sun the crew encounter a few problems a long the way resulting in repairs on the outside of the shuttle, and basic human nature within the ship. Cillian Murphy also returns in this Sci-fi adventure.

I thought the movie was amazing. From start to finish I couldn't really gauge if this was going to turn out well in the end. Don't worry I won't spoil it for you. Go check it out now while it's still in theaters. It's no Rush Hour 3 so it won't be in theaters long.

The picture to the right was taken from the sunshine website dedicated to documenting everything that went into the movie. Pictures from NASA of the sun like the one here and the struggle the crew had to go through training for the movie.

Go here to watch the trailer and get your mind-blown.

- Sey