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If anyone on my FL happens to wander through Bed-Stuy and is hungering for a slice of pizza expertly prepared by a skinny black dude from Trinidad who just happens to be my uncle, pop on by A Slice of Brooklyn Pizza Shop at 685 Franklin Avenue. He's had the place open for almost a year now and I checked it out for the first time on Saturday. He gave me the full tour, from the freezers to the Fry-O-Later (used later that evening to make fried bake, which I found HI-larious) to the mixer, where I gave him and his two sons a hand whipping up the pizza dough for the next day. It's such a NY joint: the owner's from the Caribbean, the current chef's from Ecuador. And the pizza really *is* damn good. So, you know, spread the word or whatnot.
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"Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them". My favorite line (because, my GOD, so true!): "Although poll respondents said that the regularity of jovial white strangers greeting them in elevators has risen approximately 450 percent since mid-January, the incidents are reportedly nowhere near as frequent as they were on Nov. 4, 2008. On that day, the country was temporarily seized by an epidemic of unsolicited white-on-black hugging.". Moreso on the 5th than the 4th, but, yeah. Jebus, that was awkward.
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captainschlumpy and I are working on making the Friday after Thanksgiving "White Guilt Amnesty Day". It would make it that much easier to separate the naive but well-meaning (and willing to listen/learn) wheat from the bigoted close-minded chaff.
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Thursday afternoon was amazingly cold in the city. I was making my way down 5th Avenue when I saw a woman walking with two toddlers; the kids were bundled but one of them had his face exposed, and I could see he was *not happy* about that. Then the wind picked up, and I gave a loud "FUCK!" in my head, because homygodCOLD. The little boy, at the same moment I made my mental exclamation, started bawling. I could not blame him at all. Felt quite bad for him, in fact. Sort of wished I could do the same thing. But I figured the tears would freeze in a track down my face and make things that much worse.
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I don't necessarily have a problem with doing tasks incorrectly, but rather having other people know that I've done a task incorrectly. My Shame Meter is messed up.
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Saturday, March 28th @ Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn: A Symposium at the Bi-Annual Meeting of the National Black Writers Conference on The Works and Life of Octavia Butler. Be there or be completely square (+1!).
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"Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them". My favorite line (because, my GOD, so true!): "Although poll respondents said that the regularity of jovial white strangers greeting them in elevators has risen approximately 450 percent since mid-January, the incidents are reportedly nowhere near as frequent as they were on Nov. 4, 2008. On that day, the country was temporarily seized by an epidemic of unsolicited white-on-black hugging.". Moreso on the 5th than the 4th, but, yeah. Jebus, that was awkward.
Somewhat related,
captainschlumpy and I are working on making the Friday after Thanksgiving "White Guilt Amnesty Day". It would make it that much easier to separate the naive but well-meaning (and willing to listen/learn) wheat from the bigoted close-minded chaff. ***
Thursday afternoon was amazingly cold in the city. I was making my way down 5th Avenue when I saw a woman walking with two toddlers; the kids were bundled but one of them had his face exposed, and I could see he was *not happy* about that. Then the wind picked up, and I gave a loud "FUCK!" in my head, because homygodCOLD. The little boy, at the same moment I made my mental exclamation, started bawling. I could not blame him at all. Felt quite bad for him, in fact. Sort of wished I could do the same thing. But I figured the tears would freeze in a track down my face and make things that much worse.
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I don't necessarily have a problem with doing tasks incorrectly, but rather having other people know that I've done a task incorrectly. My Shame Meter is messed up.
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Saturday, March 28th @ Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn: A Symposium at the Bi-Annual Meeting of the National Black Writers Conference on The Works and Life of Octavia Butler. Be there or be completely square (+1!).
