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BrooklynBornThis blog started in my head when I listened in the 90's to friends who feared Brooklyn and newcomers who blogged about BK as if it barely existed before they arrived. Brooklyn as Tabula Rasa. My blog satisfies my need to hear and air feelings of B'klyn from the people whose life experience was born here. Also I hope to provide balance to some of the revisionist historical musings I've seen how Brooklyn and her residents used to be, we're still here. If we can all live as best possible while appreciating the past and neighbors we've inherited that would be great too.

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Friday, January 2, 2009

This is ground control....

As 2009 brings us all further into the future world many have dreamed of in which we'll one day be provided with tech benefits like anti-gravity belts, robot children and those cool pills from the Jetsons containing everything from confectionery to condominiums, I'd like to take this time to ask what unsavory side-effects will the future also bring.

As I type this, I'm listening to angry profanity laced shouting from four stories below. yeh, shouting in New York, breaking news. As I always do I check the clock, and carefully peer out the window, so that in case of homicide I can provide the most detailed anonymous account to the "crimestoppers hotline" all the while being careful to avoid stray gunfire.

Can you imagine my dismay at finding the streets empty, and all the shitstorming coming from one side of a cell phone conversation?

and I quote," MUTHERFUCKKER, FUCK YOU, GONNA MAKE ME KILL YOU, I DON'T WANNA HEAR BOUT, DAT, ALL DAT SHIT IS DEAD, YAH HEARD? DEAD NO FUCK DAT AN FUCK YOU I AIN'T TRYIN TO HEAR THAT SHIT AND YOU PISSIN ME DA FUCKOFF, SO UMMA HAVE TO FUCK-- NAW SHUT DA FUCK UP, YA HEARD?!..."

I heard.
(he's still screaming btw, but I think this paints the picture)

Ah....Once upon a time, a gem of inane street behavior like that could only be enjoyed by the select few, fortunate enough to be within earshot, but not in the world of tomorrow (tonight!) In our world of tomorrow(tonight!) two distinct areas, (even more if they conference*) can hear every ignorant utterance ghetto fools have to offer. What a truly convenient technological luxury!

anybody gotta futuristic scrambler?