Alec Baldwin's kid ain't a selfish pig...

The Cops are! Well, maybe that little skank is too...

On May Day in LA's Macarthur Park:



In NYC:



No violence in Chicago... thank god!

Public Art

Brooklyn Botanical Garden

Mural of Ole Dirty Bastard in Bedford-Stuyvesant

Art + Graffiti in Crown Heights

What's wong with my Engrish?

This ad haunted me throughout my travels in NYC.

St. Judas in the Big Apple

Judas riding on the train from Brooklyn to Manhattan

Judas in front of a correctional facility in Downtown

Judas at Washington Square

Judas on top of garbage on a Manhattan street

Judas befriending a hamster at K-Train's pre-school

Serendipity

DYY and Kim Chee Farmer in NYC at the same time...
total coincidence and lucky karma.

We're resting at a trendy tea shop on 5th Avenue and 14th, after a looooong walk through Lower Manhattan.

There was a DJ spinning techno at the tea shop.

Judas was into the 1s & 2s.

St. Judas in the house

Judas with his indigenous mule.

Literally. We brought Judas home from the local Good Will store in Ben-Stuy. Our favorite apostle blessed our offerings to the Lord.

Ritu's chicken curry

DYY & Duncan Hines' low-fat devil's food cake made with apple sauce

K-Train's black steam engine

my new BFF

That's right, bitches. I made a new Best Friend Forever. Meet K-Train.

DYY and K-Train checking out the Thomas & Friends exclusive website.

K-Train giving DYY a big morning kiss.
(and yes, I'm wearing a muu muu)

Boogie down in Brooklyn

Miss Ritu Singha (producer of upcoming movie, TRON -- watch for it) and I went to the Caddyshack in Brooklyn on Friday night. With this description from the Village Voice, we couldn't resist:

Sadly, there are no strip clubs for dykes in the city. If lady lovers wanted to see the gravity-defying acrobatics of pole-dancing, they had to visit a gentlemen's club. That is, until Cattyshack began featuring women working the pole, which is positioned on the bar with a red light for extra effect. Friday night's Cirrah party features the best of the lot. Hostess Aja announces each of the dancers, who saunter their way to the bar in occasionally elaborate, always shimmery ensembles from bikini tops to pasties. These ladies have a way of making you feel like every split and spin is just for you. They climb the metal with an ease that's almost unsettling and with just as much skill as any hair-swinger at the local strip bars for dudes. Just don't forget your singles.

We had a lovely time. Here are some highlights and observations:

(1) No matter what kind of club you are in, or sexual preference you may have, pole dancers are hot. No one can deny this.

(2) Race is deep, man. There is racial segregation in our cities, in our schools, in our workplaces... so why not at the local lesbian bar? The upstairs of the Caddyshack was occupied by all white women while the downstairs had all the women of color. The upstairs played 80s music while the downstairs played hip hop and dance music. Coincidence? I doubt it.

(3) Any bar that has a Ms. Pac Man machine is an excellent venue.

(4) We received major attitude from some of the women (particularly the ones from upstairs, maybe because we crossed racial lines?) for absolutely no reason. For reals, no reason. Hello, Ladies, what happen to sister solidarity? I love you bitches, you don't even know. Haters need to bring back happy in the gay...

(5) Why is it that every time I hang out with Miss Ritu, management tells us to shut up?

And why is it that we never listen and end up mocking them instead?? Ah, good times.

My Jet Blue Experience

As the week led up to my Thanksgiving trip to NYC, I was super excited for my first-ever experience on Jet Blue Airlines... admittedly, even more excited than my actual trip to NYC! I was looking forward to the leather seats, the extra leg room, and the individual tv on every seat!

The ride was definately a step up from the Southworst accomodations that I am accustomed to, but it really wasn't that much more spacious or comfortable. It's not like business class, though I'm not sure why I had expected it to be like business class. Also, I felt ambivalent about the TV, as it distracted me from my reading (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, a recommendation by both Josh and Jane).

Despite my ambivalence, I gladly watched Malibu's Most Wanted, starring Jaime Kennedy -- a movie which I would have NEVER EVER watched if not for the fact that I was stuck on a plane for five hours.

It's comedy about a rich white boy (Kennedy) who grew up in Malibu, but honestly thinks he's black inside. So the staff of his father's gubernatorial team considers Kennedy a threat to the campaign, and hires two "white" black actors to act "black", kidnap "black" Kennedy, and take him to "the ghetto" (South Central) to be scared "white". Of course, it doesn't quite work out that way because, as we know, racial politics just ain't that simple... so I'm sure you could imagine all the hijicks that followed.

Not only was it sooo stupid that it was funny, I was actually impressed with the movie's direction on issues of race, class and identity. I mean, the underlying message "to be yourself" is far from deep. In fact, I would testify that this movie does not add any value to the world whatsoever. But I do think the movie successfully tackled many sensitive and provocative racial topics and stereotypes with grace, humor and honesty. In other words, Kennedy and his crew pulled it off quite well. Believe me, I would have never expected it (especially with a movie poster like the one above). It was, indeed, a sweet surprise.