First, read this horror story.
Then, listen to this threatening message from a shady Brooklyn camera dealer.
Then, listen to my remix (my first ever mish-mash).
Exacting Vengeance with a Drum Machine
– December 11, 2005Posted in: Ripoffs
Books To Jump Up and Down Over
The Call by Yannick Murphy: The always interesting author of Here They Come and Signed, Mata Hari returns with a novel that whips up a worldview from a rather quirky set of limitations: namely, the call logs that a veterinarian maintains as his son is unexpectedly put into a coma and an unforgiving economy denies him work. What emerges is a surprisingly optimistic, often funny, and very moving account on how one family uses acceptance and forgiveness as a way to atone for hard knocks. (Bat Segundo interview with Murphy)
Birds of Paradise by Diana Abu-Jaber: Forget Franzen and Eugenides. If you're looking for a social novel that counts, Diana Abu-Jaber is the author you're looking for. Building from the free-form exploration of consciousness and identity in Crescent and the gripping procedural structure of Origin, Abu-Jaber's latest novel is her finest, equally fluent with gutterpunk culture and smarmy real estate men. It has been suggested by The Washington Post's Ron Charles that you will likely gain some pounds while reading this novel. This is certainly true. Abu-Jaber's description of food is so precise that it often made me want to do more cooking. But I very much admired the way in which Abu-Jaber presents all her characters as unwitting victims of rough capitalism, which permits them some dignity even as they perform terrible acts.
The Last of the Live Nude Girls by Sheila McClear: This memoir isn't so much about the decline of the Times Square peepshow, as it is about one young woman's efforts to pull herself up by by her bootstraps when presented with few economic options. Filled with self-introspective candor and a quiet dignity, McClear's story is one that might befall any of us in these volatile times. While McClear does get back on her feet, her book leads one contemplating the terrible fates of other young women now moving to New York and falling into deadlier vocations. (Bat Segundo interview with McClear)
People in the area oughta roll past their Brooklyn “store” with that mix thumpin on the stereo
mish-mash
paddy wash
give this blog a bone….
for your second ever mish-mash, might I suggest AMG’s “Bitch Betta Have My Money”?
I was kind of hoping to see a darker back of bitch AC/DC remix. You definetely need to stretch out the mp3 to about 1:15. Very funny I like version 2 better then the first remix.
Nice mix….this story is crazy…makes me wanna go kick some NYer ass.
I hope they enjoy talking to the Internet Crimes Division of the FBI, the New York BBB and the New York Attorney General’s Office about the complaints that I filed against them.