...Sunday Mo Jo...

…You ever pick your nose while reading a book? – grimy sophistication…nah, me neither…you ever read a book and then have trouble spelling the word sophistication?...maybe it’s because I shaved my beard off, but I have…and then after my brother asked me, “Did you know Ireland has become one of the richest countries in Europe over the last few years?”…I responded, “No, I didn’t know Europe still existed”…just in case I offended any Europeans, I apologize and will stop writing this here blog for 2 months…and I should probably go to rehab too…I’ll finish this Mo Jo and then I’ll catch y’all after 12 steps…which in my sarcastic world is approx from this couch to my bed…no alcoholic here…because I can walk from the couch to bed without falling on my face…other than that, it might have to do with that I don’t drink much…just give me some chicken wings…a little play on words with Biggie’s song “Gimmie the Loot” – “Gimmie the Chicken Bawk”…I am an addict for chicken hooter with spicy or BBQ sauce…this is exactly the direction I planned on taking this convo…You?...No?...Well, adapt…this is just another white man’s version of Jazz music…improvise…maybe I should improvise and come up with another way to wake the buck up on a Sunday…I need to be well rested for the back-hair removal surgery tomorrow…what was supposed to proceed that was a date with an Asian delight I met, but she canceled for some reason after I told her I’d meet her at 9 instead of 8 due to the surgery…if a girl told me she was going to have her back hair surgically removed, I would appreciate that…watching the Suns-Lakers NBA playoff game, and I’ve concluded that Larry King should show up and have a “shoulder-off” with Phil Jackson…that would be more entertaining than the game…wondering about the abrupt transition from back-hair removal surgery to a King-Jackson “shoulder-off”?...well, it’s a metaphor for life…all of what I write, all of what I do is a metaphor for life…I know…nothing I write makes sense…and that’s why it makes complete sense that I’m a walking metaphor of life….because life makes no sense…and that’s what all these Mo Jos are…little metaphors…the mug is “half” something…it is up to you to determine whether it’s half empty or full…I know…it makes no sense, yet it’s so inspiring…and there’s “a” cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...lil sidebar with what to say when somebody knocks?...

...I never know how to respond to a knock on the door when I'm taking a piss...what are you supposed to say?...1 second?...which sounds appetizing...give me on more second which will give me enough time for last drippage and the zipper pull-up...but I'd also need time to fake wash my hands after I wipe that not-expected drip, that landed on the thumb, off onto my jean right ass pocket...a standard procedure...OR?...should I just remain silent after knockage?...and then the person that might have the urge to crap their pants goes and gets a key, unlocks the door and catches you mid-stream as you turn around and super-soak the mo fo...and now she...it is always a she that knocks to make an inconvenient embarrassment...some embarrassments are convenient...for example, when an Irishman is embarrassed, he can play it off as simply a bad sunburn ("but it's the winter"?)...the Irishman-struggle continues...and now the embarrassment turns into a convenient way of getting out of going to the beach...because when winter closes, the real sunburn emerges...so the embarrassment / sunburn duo is a combo that works for the extremely pasty people - my people...Furthermore, the knocker now turns the Irishman myth into a so-called myth...but walks away saying, "At least it's still bigger than Chinaman's"...

...I put a picture of Mahatma Gandhi because he is one of the most clever minds in the history of history...and thought he might have the answer to what to say when somebody knocks on the bathroom door...unfortunately some asshole killed him in 1948; I'm assuming he would have solved yet another problem that still lingers today...if only Marty Scorsese’s film "Who's That Knocking at My Door" asked the correct question..."What do I say to the person knocking at my door - because a cracker got a turtlehead ready to pop up/out"...You'll get 'em next time Marty...I loved the Dylan documentary...I suggest we get together and create a documentary on people's responses to the above proposed question...

...Sunday Mo Jo...

…Interesting…I was really thirsty last night…so I quenched it…only to awake this morning to be even thirstier…people have always said that Garrett fellow is one thirsty fellow…I’ll take that as a complement as that is the only way oneself can take that…before I hit this here Mo Jo, I shall quench thy thirst with some H20 – by Nike…the 12 year old workers make quality batches of water…and like we went over already, I’m extremely thirsty…my thirst has risen to extreme measures…so these kids might have to work overtime…gonna need lots of water here people…I quench people’s mental thirst with this here blog…you're welcome…I quench my own mind’s thirst too…my welcome…as I try to stay awake watching the NBA playoffs, and waiting for tonight’s Yankees / Red Sox game, I write this with enjoyment of the cushion spring digging into my shoulder blade, adding to the pile of boogies behind the big couch, and now I have an itch on the bottom of my sockless left foot…if it had a sock on it…or for short…a footglove…which is actually longer, but obviously more street = cooler?...if it had sock on, I could have added another line to the “Ironic” song…Alanis Morissette sings her soul –

“Isn’t it ironic?
I have an itch on the bottom of me foot
But I have a sock on
So I can still relieve the itch
But I will most likely have to go back for 2nd scratchage
This due to the separation that the footglove is causing
Between the itch and my pointerfinger
Equaling an irony so thick
That you can taste it along with that peppered on cliché”…

…the soul so effortlessly floods out to provide easy poetic comprehension that is also so effortless…your welcome Alanis…add that to the remix…I assume my royalties are already in the mail…no…already in the bank…in fact…I will bet my due royalties from the remix that my due royalties are already in the bank and therefore are no longer due…give me a second to check on the Internet(s)……Alanis?...it’s not in the bank…that’s unfortunate for you…because that means you now owe me double because I just lost that bet…I assume the doubled check is already in the mail…no…look…we could do this all day…just send the check sweat cheeks…and you thought you knew irony…it’d be pretty ironic, don’t ya think, if your cheeks were actually sweet…I’m willing to find out…let us meet...we could go over some more songs I’ve written and you obviously want to use them to get more props on the lyricist-cred noogle…it’d be pretty ironic if it rained on the day we were going to meet…no, I don’t think so either…don’t ya think…I miss my cat…stroking Cosmo’s extremely fluffy multi-colored coat is the only way I can truly quench this here thirst…here Cosmo is not, so I will settle for this here caffeine…and there’ a Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...lil sidebar with 'Talk Sex with...'....

...that is fox, Sue Johansen, talk show host of Oxygen's "Sex Talk with Sue Johansen"...she be searching through her bag of toys...she's like old enough to be my grandma's grandma, but remains in her sexual prime...move over Angelina, Beyonce, Scarlett and J-LO...Miss Johansen can out sex talk you gals any day...which in a sidebar sidebar is actually used against her in the context of impressing males...we don't want talk...mixing the males' favorite thing in the world with their least favorite is not a good idea...although, if talking about your day includes various positions, I'm sure males will adapt accordingly...also, move over Letterman, Leno, Conan, Stewart, Colbert...late night television is ready for the Sue Johansen revolution...while talking sex Sue mixes in comedy of genius proportions, asking a man impressed by his size if he is going to "walk around with a t-shirt, saying '7-Inches' on it...and as an Irish man I have to believe Sue when she says size doesn't matter...she says past a couple inches there is nobody home up there...

...Sunday Mo Jo...

…It’s already 1:25 and I still don’t feel alive…I’ve spent all day drinking coffee and listening to musicians tell me what life has to offer me…let’s take the R-train uptown and see if any of this is true…but first, I gotta finish this cup of Sunday Mo Jo…I have to say, this pot is delicious…which in a sense is a lie…because coffee has never struck oneself as delicious…it’s good…but “delicious” to me usually describes food, or it was the name of the stripper from last night…weathermen are claiming a Nor'easter is on its way…so, at least we can look forward to not experiencing a Nor'easter…had the weathermen not said one was coming, most people believed there was still a chance in April, but now we know there most likely will not because they said there will be…those that run Las Vegas should have weathermen as their target audience…Relief break…you ever exit the Jon and have a feeling of satisfaction like you’ve just accomplished something…work, well done…that was rhetorical because I know you have…how many youths do you think have purchased Rims, but don’t have their license, nevermind a car, yet?...as far as a condiment for your Sunday Mo Jo solution, Cat Power truly is “The Greatest”…tell me a better CD to listen to when hungover, sipping coffee, trying to return back, it’s raining out and your roommate is playing the trumpet, nose style, while sleeping in the other room – so you’ve got to drown his talent out with something more soothing than that crap…snoring like that can’t be healthy…he should get that check out…and I’m going to check out this growing culture of posing as a bum and then finding oneself in “Steve’s Bagels” with a so fresh and so clean haircut…recalling when this here blog originated…I know…let the nostalgia settle in…I first began with writing about my journey to an interview…I think it had something to do with teaching…whatever man…R-train uptown to somewhere in Manhattan, and what appeared to be a bum came on the train and played “Nowhere Man”…I think The Beatles cover this guy’s song…dude looked approx. my age, but didn’t sport deodorant, and had hair down to his shoulders, which I’ve realized I’ll never be able to accomplish…I have a policy that I give bums change if they play a good song…I gave this dude change for playing “Nowhere Man” and apparently added to his shit bagel and hairs cut funds…this makes me feel good, but also develops a slight skepticism in what used to be a full trust in bums…they’re good peoples…however, I’ve noticed lately, that bums are getting lazy…another train experience…a bum walked on the train and just stuck her hand out…no song, no limp for sympathy…no Bible reading…just a-hey, exclaiming, “Give it to me”…um, no…I don’t walk up to them, demanding a song or assuming a catechism lesson…these are privileges…that we all try to avoid…privileges…and so is this cup of Sunday Mo Jo…Mo Fo…and we’ve also learned recently that having a radio show is a privilege too…the fiasco about the Don Imus comments, calling the Rutgers Women’s Bball team “Nappy Headed Hoes” will soon dwindle away like the outrage over the much worse Katrina tragedy…and, it’s over…the true change this has made is that my average yearly vomit occurrence has risen…because we’ve had to listen to old white folk debate the impact of rap lyrics intertwind with this Imus controversy…MSNBC and CBS made bold decisions to protect their PR cheeks…but just when you think America has lost perspective, sitcom “7th Heaven” comes on and that preachin’ father saves the day…and provides me with the realization that Jessica Biel is not the reason I started watching the show, and just purchased the newest “7th Heaven” DVD…it includes extra footage, explaining how preacher man and wife had enough time to create all those babies…I think Imus and the Rutgers’ bball team watched “7th Heaven” when they met to chat over their differences…and there is no show that can convey our similarities like “7th Heaven”…and I type corrected…sorry Cat Power…-“7th Heaven” is the best condiment for this Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...lil sidebar with THee Band...

...well, not The Band...or for those kids, I'm not referring to Da Band...but Thee band of Thee times Man!...and this is THE White Stripes...and the announcement of their new and 6th album, Icky Thump, to be released in the states on June 19th...I'm sluggin’...I've got that Jack White itch...and Meg White compliments Jack more, at the moment, than the Raconteurs...take a look at the cover art for Icky Thump...and I'm getting the feeling the Stripes will score 6 for 6....



..but before that is released, I am looking forward to another favorite, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's follow up to Howl...due out on May 1 is Baby 81, reportedly promising a mixture of all their past 3 albums...I preferred their last folk blues record Howl the most, but when you make an album that good, BRMC can do anything they want...even put a song on a car commercial...they had been completely against this; however, finally decided the revolution was over...not exactly...but they did find away to do the commercial while reporting that they are giving ALL the money to charity...the car company and charity will not be printed on this here blog..I am not an advertising medium......

however; Baby 81 release date is too far away to remain music abstinent...On April 24th, the Arctic Monkeys come out with their second album…their first was a solid effort that obviously is making me see what they got next…should be interesting…and…Tom Morello, Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave guitarist, is coming out with an album, under the alter ego name The Watchman, on the same date…I’ve heard a couple songs…and the influence of Dylan and Springsteen are coming out…I can’t wait for this…

…and I guess that should supply my music fix until June 19th…ICKY THUMP!...

...Sunday Mo Jo...

...Easter Sunday Revisited...I am revisiting Easter Sunday today, and now...after chowing down a "Pop's" chicken parm hero, a Brooklyn joint where I noticed while waiting for the Parm. that the chocolate milk Yoo-hoo places its' contents in a can...it is bad enough we get this kind of milk from a minority cow's nipple, and now it's placed in a can...there are just certain beverages that don't belong in cans and we all agree because I just said we do that milk, especially chocolate, does not belong canned...I just got official ruling that those that didn't attend church yesterday are going to Hell...you'll be receiving an email informing you about this...which, I know, is pointless because everybody reads this blog daily so all already are informed about this...let's not give the email mailmen...and mailwomen extra mail to deliver to the Internets...and I will not be seeing you people in Hell because I did attend church...my church...which of course is being in the presence of Leo's successor, Cosmo, our cat...that is my church...get your own......almost pissed in my pants on the train ride back to the BK yesterday…but then finally walked 3 cars up to find Jon waiting for me to pee all over the seat…I enjoy going over friend’s places for a game or such…and going to the bathroom and peeing all over the seat…returning to the living room to ask who pissed all over the seat…how rude of them…so I’m on the train relieving myself, placing one hand against the wall like those assholes you see in public lavatories…and using the other hand as my guide hand……Mick Jagger’s telling me he’s coming down again…and I think we all are after childhood…what a ride that was…this cup of caffeine doesn’t help…and neither does JK’s (my brother’s) Sex Pistols CD…too early for punks to take over the airwaves…at least we have “Summer Cleavage” to look forward to…I’m pretty excited about that…I’m having March Madness withdrawal…the Master’s didn’t exactly bate my full interest…and it appears the seven degrees wasn’t enough for Michael Jordan…because according to the latest Haines AD, Michael Jordan and Kevin Bacon are living in the same apartment…and that shall leave a quality taste for this cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

..face the facts Jack...

...and everybody not Jack...

...a recent study revealed that the average blog is read by one person...so, this means most blogs are only read by those that write them...

...unless, you blog in a similar fashion as I...I just write this stuff and post...I don't read it...so, therefore, I'm not calculated into the sum of those that read this blog...and guess what...go ahead...guess...

...my blog still is above average...because according to my sources...which we all agree are creditable sources...I have at least 5 viewers...this means my blog is at least 5 times more read than the average blog...maybe I should start reading it and make it 6...that would make it no longer an underground effort though...I shall have to ponder this???...

...lil sidebar with your Depression...

…Everybody has something these days…my doctor, Dr. George, just diagnosed me with the living disease…many humans get this during life……Yes, so everyone has something these days…for another example – depression…like the commercial goes – “Are you suffering from depression?”…and it goes on by selling you something to deal with your depression…what they sell you is a drug…but we all know…from our experimental days…that drugs don’t solve anything…they are temporary remedies…whether they are illegal or legal…so, I propose the following advertisement that shall be a better way to solve your depression –

“Attention!...Are you suffering from depression?...Are you no longer getting what you want out of life?...Well!...You don’t have to suffer any longer…Welcome yourself to our seminar – ‘After Taking A Look At This Dude, My Life Ain’t That Pathetic – Thanks Minus D’...And you can do this too…Your only obligation is to let us exploit your depression by us making money off it, and your depression will be gone-zo…because there are lots of pathetic mo fos out there…We should also add that there will be costumers comparing their lives to yours in order to boost their self-esteem…So it is a win-win-win situation…What do you say?...Call us now!”…

...Luckily for now I only have that living disease...

...Raveonettes Concert...

About a month ago, JK and I (G-Man) went to a concert of his choice, The Raveonettes…they were visiting NYC and that night played in Brooklyn, our home borough, at “Southpaw”…a solid venue for a concert, small enough to get a good spot for viewing, but large enough to leave room in between the smelly stranger you got stuck standing next to…going into the concert, I remained open-minded because that’s just the way that I am…this was JK’s band, and previously I’d listened to the Raveonettes…I liked the music, but was turned off by the apparent voice distortion of vocalists, Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo…JK advised, “When in doubt, just stare at Ms. Foo…she never fails to entertain”…and I quickly observed she was sporting the cleavage for tonight…how thoughtful…

…We got there an hour early for entrance into “Southpaw”…this was to get good spots, and to throw down drinks…another method to create entertainment for self in case the music didn’t supply enough…we maintained by the bar, and I was leaning against it, showing off my backside, for I was wearing my new pair of tighter jeans…JK hit me on the shoulder, which I didn’t appreciate, but he did so to point out that Sharin Foo just walked by…I forgave him…he had informed me that she was white and Asian, a deadly combo, but I didn’t believe it until now…me and Tokyo Rose will make beautiful kid’s…that is for sure…

…A question for Microsoft Word…why does one have to capitalize Asian, but not white?...furthermore…

…Ms. Foo proceeded to sell merchandise to the suckers that were lured by her attractiveness…not sure whether the white or Asian magnet was more powerful tonight…

…Ms. Foo put away the t-shirts and headed for the stage…the concert started and JK and I had a solid spot…one diagonal to the stage and next to the bar…a quick slap to Charlie the bartender and we wouldn’t miss a note while maintaining the drunken zone we had achieved pre-concert…

…Seeing the Raveonettes live changed my mind…as said before, I had liked the music, but seeing them live subtracted the distortion from their voices, equaling some pretty cool music…I imagine their music is similar to parents, fans of 50s and 60s music, seeing their kids create their own version of that era…I’m now a fan of the Raveonettes…unfortunately, the burned copy of their CD JK had is all scratched and not listenable...this is not due to JK being a DJ…the Raveonettes had a real nonchalant vibe to them, in a good way, ending one song and quickly going into the next…

…What ruined the night was what I thought would make it…being next to the bar turned me into the doorway between concert and drink – so the whole concert I heard “Excuse Me, Sorry”…I almost began thinking this was a Raveonettes' classic their fans wanted to hear…but whatever, I now have a new band to waste money on…I recommend seeing the Raveonettes live, along with “Southpaw” as a venue…but…I can’t believe I’m giving this advice…stay away from the bar?...

...Sunday Mo Jo...

...due to a bad dosage of the Sniffles...this Sunday Mo Jo has been printed a day late...sounds like a Cup of Excuse...

…Drunk on Nyquil…can’t get into “the zone” here on the couch…a spring is digging into my left shoulder blade…watching women’s NCAA basketball final four…feeling a possibility of a turtle head forming…craving fried chicken again while remaining white because we love chicken too, but settled for cooking spaghetti with some sauce and a piece of chicken parm…yes, I cook now…that Chinese food that’s been in the fridge for over a month is developing a nice aroma…it sits next to a restaurant salad that I never ate and has been there for longer than the shing-shi-waa…sounds like a nice left-over dinner for a visitor you don’t like…Stacey Dales can give me a halftime report anytime…baseball’s back but John Kruk’s neck is not…Yankee’s opener tomorrow and Southington, CT hero Carl Pavano was named their starter…October already smells bad…could go for some chocolate milk…I’ll settle for watching chocolate people play some ball…this may be confusing, but I think this game is going to come down to which women’s team has more players playing for the other team…went to the barber shop and got myself a fade down below…walked up to an Asian today…told her to finish me off…UNC’s women’s coach just opened her mouth, and not just for the sake of rhyme, I’m glad I wasn’t born in the South…thank God I am “twang less”…and thank God I’m not religious…halftime…and time to throw on my new John Butler CD and watch Stacey Dales’ halftime report on mute…I totally agree with everything she’s saying…about to take another shot of the Quil to get rid of the sniffles…the question is, how many games will it take for A-Rod to screw it up again…JK mixing up some Ramens…he just got an advertising deal with the noodle company and we now have a lifetime supply…not too sure how the punk rock community feels about the endorsement…just burped and re-tasted the flapjacks I had at breakfast today…was deprived pancakes as a child, among other things…Rock-n-Rita, the great cook she was/is makes pancakes crispy…and I’m not anti-crispy, but when it comes to pancakes there shall be no crisp involved…washed the cakes down with some O.J...should have quenched with that glass of chocolate milk that I now crave…And there’s a cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

...Across Brooklyn Bridge to the World Trade...

...Please click all pictures to get a much larger view...



Last week my brother JK and I took a trip across the Brooklyn Bridge then took a left to visit the World Trade Center…and the following day went to check out the spot formerly known as punk’s Mecca, CBGBs…

…BROOKLYN BRIDGE…

…After work on Tuesday, JK and I decided we needed a dosage of NYC culture…during my last stay in BK, I’d run the Brooklyn Bridge everyday…the bridge connecting Brooklyn to Manhattan, but for me more of a bridge between this gut and becoming more in shape…that was three years ago, and since then I’ve been in and out of shape a couple times…presently sporting a rock solid beer gut…this is due to when previously moving to BK I’d been doing sit-ups everyday, but then hurt my back…because I’m 24 and that’s when backs start to become a pain in the ass…and back…a back hurts and 12 ouncers quench the pain, equaling my rock solid gut…

…we get to the bridge and swampass formed…the reasoning for this is that the previous day was almost the coldest day of 2007 – so it would only make sense that the hottest day shall follow…what a beautiful day to walk across the bridge, mocking how everyone except yourself has a ridiculous walk…and then almost getting killed by a biker going 75 mph down the bridge......it was about 5 PM…the sun was still out unfortunately…because the best time to walk across this is at night when the whole city is lit up…I recommend this to all visitors…JK was impressed, and said it was “pretty cool”, and my lustrous hair was blowing in the wind as I rated the passing female Asians…whether they were qualified as Delights or not…that one certainly wasn’t as I tossed the fish of the Hudson River my cookies…now, that one definitely was a delight because I think I got a chubby…it’s amazing how the attractiveness of females gets better as you travel further up in Brooklyn and closer to Manhattan…this is not only true with the Asian culture, but also true with the White gals and Sistas…















...Enter...
...The WORLD TRADE CENTER…

…We conquered walking the bridge and headed to the World Trade Center, which again I visited 3 years ago…being in front of it again and my first reaction was that 9-11 was real again…for me, it hadn’t been for awhile…opposed to those that lost family and friends and it’s oh too real for them everyday…but for someone that didn’t lose anybody, 9-11 had become an administrations tool for justifying everything that went wrong…my second thought, after officially walking over to a fence where you could look into the former locations of the Twin Towers, was now it looks like the largest dump you’ve ever seen…second thought was that New Orleans has no hope if this is what our nation has done with Ground Zero…it’s been almost 6 ½ years since the tragedy, and 3 years since I last saw this…and I’m convinced there really are no plans with what to do with the area…because there really hasn’t been any progress seen with my eyes…the very often outspoken and politically minded JK could really only say “wow”…and all other viewers stayed silent, I’m guessing at first out of respect for the names of listed lost lives, and then out of astonishment of the visual…here are some pictures that weren’t easy to take…I had to squeeze the camera through a fence…this is what lingers next to a neighborhood of NYC resident’s homes and eateries…

(Below: On left was me squeezing camera through fence, trying to catch a glimpse of Ground Zero; and on right is first true snapshot of what Ground Zero presently looks like)...

(Below: more looks, including pictures posted on fence seperating us from Ground Zero)...

(Below: A plane flew over site when JK and I observed)...


(Below: Us existing the site at night)...


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...And the following day, JK and and I went to find CBGBs...and to find...

...click on picture to right, and CBGBs used to be located to the left of the sign "Space Available"...