Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
They say you should trust your first instinct.Well....not in THIS case.
It's a pretty generous gesture for the users of this phone (on average) to rate it it a 7.1 out of 10. The highest rating I could give this phone was in the category of "look and feel", and was only a 7 at the very best. I had a Palm Treo before this phone, and had much fewer problems. Three factors contributed to my purchase of this piece of garbage.And here they are: 1) I was having ongoing problems with my Treo, and was looking for a better alternative 2)Everyone was purchasing iPhones from at&t, and Sprint was comparing it's Samsung Instinct to the iPhone 3)I was eligible for my next $150 towards an upgrade to a new phone (which I decided to waste on an Instinct) So there I was, a proud owner of Sprints version of the iPhone, the Samsung Instinct.This relationship, needless to say, didn't last very long. I had fun at first learning the phone, all it's contents and capabilities, even bragged to my friends. Regretfully I may have even solicited promotion of this phone to a few people. BUT, once the novelty wore off, I started to experience "the problems." In an attempt not to bore the reader of this with unnecessary details. I will just list my problems with this phone (in no specific order). -freeze ups (upon dialing, upon answering, when loading applications) -battery life was horrible and was used up faster when on the web (now i see why it came with TWO batteries) -speaker quality was horrible for youtube videos AND sprint tv and radio -Navigation worked well at first, but then it was no more convenient than stopping at every gas station for directions -photos were good in well lit environments.However loading the pictures was annoying -the battery cover was extremely hard to detach from the phone at first, and not much easier thereafter There were more problems than what I have listed, but I'm sure the will be covered by other reviews. Basically, the major problem was with the freeze issues.(Which is EVERYTHING if the phone is exclusively touchscreen) This phone was seemingly just a collaboration between Sprint and Samsung corporations, to try to compete with the iPhone, whilst bamboozling their customers into purchasing the phone. Sprint needs to get it's act together with their cute little slogans. Simply EVERYTHING? How about simply NOTHING! Or theNOW network? More like TheNEVER or TheMAYBE LATER Network! Heres a cute one for you Sprint. AT%T has the "pay as you go" plan. Maybe you should try the "Pay me to STAY plan!" Because that is just about where I am at after being an 8 year customer.As I wrote this review I discovered yet another problem with my Instinct (which happens to be a replacement phone that I've had for just over a week).So I will be wasting yet more time that I really don't have to go into the Sprint store today to haggle with their CSRs over my options.This may be my final attempt.After todays visit, if I leave with the same disgust over my sprint customer experience in it's entirety, I most certainly will be taking my hard earned dollars elsewhere.I will not be SPRINTing anymore, I will be RUNNING as fast and as far away from Sprint as I can.
Martey & Me
John Grogan: A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?
Arnie Klein: Tell your dog not to worry, sooner or later we all lose our balls.
Jorge: Why are you laughing?
Sebastian: I'm just very immature.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
When art imitates.....(excerpts from Taxi Driver)
Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
Travis Bickle: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organezized".
Betsy: You mean organized?
Travis Bickle: Organezized. Organezized. It's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-Z-E-D...
Betsy: Oh, you mean organezized. Like those little signs they have in offices that says, "Thimk"?
Wizard: Hey Travis, this here's Doughboy. We call him that 'cause he'll do anything for a buck.
Doughboy: Hi Travis. Got change of a nickel?
Sport: See ya later, copper!
Travis Bickle: I'm no cop, man.
Sport: Well, if you are, then it's entrapment already.
Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and just... just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Travis Bickle: The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.
Travis Bickle: June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Personnel Officer: How's your driving record? Clean?
Travis Bickle: It's clean, real clean. Like my conscience.
Travis Bickle: All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take 'em to Harlem. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.
Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man... June 8th. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
Wizard: You get a job. You become the job.
Wizard: Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - That becomes what he is. You know, like - You do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. To be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - You get a job, you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born, y'know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, ya know.
Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie. What do I know? I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about.
Travis Bickle: Maybe I don't know either.
Travis Bickle: Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
Passenger: Have you ever seen what a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy? Now that you should see. What a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy that you should see?
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
Travis Bickle: [Travis is trying his guns on the mirror] Huh? Huh?
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move...
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Don't try it you fuck.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
[Draws]
Senator Charles Palantine: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Travis Bickle: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organezized".
Betsy: You mean organized?
Travis Bickle: Organezized. Organezized. It's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-Z-E-D...
Betsy: Oh, you mean organezized. Like those little signs they have in offices that says, "Thimk"?
Wizard: Hey Travis, this here's Doughboy. We call him that 'cause he'll do anything for a buck.
Doughboy: Hi Travis. Got change of a nickel?
Sport: See ya later, copper!
Travis Bickle: I'm no cop, man.
Sport: Well, if you are, then it's entrapment already.
Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and just... just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Travis Bickle: The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.
Travis Bickle: June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Personnel Officer: How's your driving record? Clean?
Travis Bickle: It's clean, real clean. Like my conscience.
Travis Bickle: All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take 'em to Harlem. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.
Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man... June 8th. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
Wizard: You get a job. You become the job.
Wizard: Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - That becomes what he is. You know, like - You do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. To be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - You get a job, you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born, y'know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, ya know.
Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie. What do I know? I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about.
Travis Bickle: Maybe I don't know either.
Travis Bickle: Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
Passenger: Have you ever seen what a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy? Now that you should see. What a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy that you should see?
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
Travis Bickle: [Travis is trying his guns on the mirror] Huh? Huh?
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move...
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Don't try it you fuck.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
[Draws]
Senator Charles Palantine: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Monday, May 25, 2009
Kings of Queens Village
 | for what was about a week/ I was feeling unique/ New to what I used to speak/ and do/ to do it deep/
when I used to sleep/ when dreams I used to keep/ I used to count useless sheep/ and use 'em to boost the streets/
Tried to use two feet/ to walk more/ and speak less/ but would speak best/ to a friend/ had a deal that we'd press/
for recess from a past we'd freak less/ down times/ we'd rest/ try not to regress/ be DEpressed/ time for/ our own reset/
We get/ further and further/ from third/ street/ of converters/ where our names are verbally murdered/ while they're servin up burgers/
Comin at us like/ "So I heard ya?/ or "didn't you do this?"/ Immediately dismissed/ like who they fuck are you to jist?/
Speak my name bitch/ my name ain't your entertainment/ refrain from it/ the shit talkin'/you ain't gettin acclaim from it/
I'll make sure your veins are slit/ or your brain is split/ If you every mention my name/ it's IT/ so tame your spit!!!/
On the Boulevard of Broken Balls/ all dopes will fall/ closin up all open jaws/and/ I fuckin' AIN'T jokin' yall/ I'll be chokin' yall/ loose lips/get nooses/ I'll rope 'em all/ You wanna provoke a brawl/ You better have some folks to call/ |
Monday, May 4, 2009
My friend Samanthas sister
Talented Actress Touches Lives Even After Death
Sarah and her mom, Lorraine
"Solve is a bad word," says Det. Rob Mooney of the Manhattan North Homicide Squad. "We don't like to use that word. We clear cases here. Solving the case says you actually know everything that happened, and you almost never have all of it."
For Det. Mooney, nearly 30 years on the force has given him a front row seat to some of New York's toughest cases. But there's one case -- one victim -- who has touched him more than any other.
Sarah Fox was born into a loving family; she was the baby. As a child, Sarah's mom says she was a "wild child." But as she grew, Sarah turned quieter, and became an introspective thinker. As a middle school student, Sarah read an article in a local New Jersey paper about a new high school that was opening for performing arts. She cut out the article, circled the headline and taped it to the fridge with a note saying, "Mom, I want to go here."
In high school, Sarah fell in love with acting. Her charm, dedication and devotion to her natural talent led to an audition and full scholarship to the prestigious Juilliard School of Performing Arts in Manhattan. They say if you can make it there you can make it anywhere. Sarah not only excelled as a student, but also grew as a person, leaving a remarkable impression on both her co-eds and the faculty.
On May 19, 2004, around 4:15 in the afternoon, Sarah went out for a late afternoon jog in her New York City neighborhood. Inwood Hill Park, a 196-acre virgin forest a block away from Sarah's five-story walk up, is home to running trails, tennis courts and baseball fields. A nature lover, Sarah often ran through the park which borders the Henry Hudson Parkway.
"I came back that night and I didn't see her there. I knew something was wrong, so I called the police from there."
Eerie Disappearance Sparks Massive Search
Sarah was a third year student at The Juilliard School for Performing Arts when she was brutally murdered in Inwood Hill Park. Photo credit: Jessica Katz
But when Sarah didn't come home on the 19th, her live-in boyfriend reported her missing.
"I came back that night and I didn't see her there. I knew something was wrong, so I called the police from there," Matthew Damico said.
When word got to her fellow Juilliard students and to her family and friends in her hometown of Pennsauken, N.J., a massive search effort was organized to comb through Inwood Hill, the last place Sarah was seen. For days, volunteers scoured the dense vegitation, but found no sign of Sarah.
Six days later, a group of family friends made a devastating discovery: Sarah's nude, decomposing body was found lying face up on a steep embankment in the park.
Sadistic Ritual, or Memorial?
Inwood Hill Park is a 196-acre park in the northern tip of Manhattan.
But what puzzled even veteran detective Rob Mooney was not where Sarah's body was found, but how. In a rough circle around her remains were yellow tulip tree petals. At first, police thought the petals were blown there naturally, but upon further inspection, cops say the petals were placed there days after Sarah's murder.
Investigators also recovered Sarah's pink CD player yards away from where her body was found. But, so far, because of the advanced decomposition of Sarah's remains, police have been unable to recover crucial evidence.
Now they are turning to you for help. If you know anything about the senseless murder of the 21-year-old woman, call our hotline right now at 1-800-CRIME-TV.
Eva- Voie (See)
Here is a French song ("Vois", i. e. "See", that was adapted in English - under the title "Go" - and sung by many great performers such as Della Reese, Vikki Carr or Lana Cantrell), performed by the French singer Eva, gifted with a very original, deep and powerful voice.
Born in Berlin, of Russian and Lituanian origin, she goes to Paris at the age of 18 years and discovers the French repertoire in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. She begins singing in cabarets and, in 1964, her first album gets her the Grand Prix of the first record. Eva has sung everywhere, in Europe, Lebanon, Iran, Canada, Africa. In Paris, she has performed in the most famous cabarets and in the greatest theaters (Olympia and Bobino).
In 1972, Eva represented France at the festival of Sopot in Poland where she won 2 prizes, of interpretation and of composition. Recently she has performed in Canada in front of more than 5000 spectators. In her very last album "À Marlene" ("To Marlene"), made in Quebec in 2005, Eva sings in French, English and German the most beautiful songs of Marlene Dietrich.
Enjoy her powerful performance!
Born in Berlin, of Russian and Lituanian origin, she goes to Paris at the age of 18 years and discovers the French repertoire in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. She begins singing in cabarets and, in 1964, her first album gets her the Grand Prix of the first record. Eva has sung everywhere, in Europe, Lebanon, Iran, Canada, Africa. In Paris, she has performed in the most famous cabarets and in the greatest theaters (Olympia and Bobino).
In 1972, Eva represented France at the festival of Sopot in Poland where she won 2 prizes, of interpretation and of composition. Recently she has performed in Canada in front of more than 5000 spectators. In her very last album "À Marlene" ("To Marlene"), made in Quebec in 2005, Eva sings in French, English and German the most beautiful songs of Marlene Dietrich.
Enjoy her powerful performance!
Eye to I
Eyes behold, behold the wise eyes of old
to eyes lies are told, when eyes see gold
Told eyes are the windows to our souls
Sometimes eyes see a window that is cold
Sometimes in eyes you see a soul that is tortured
The eyes are the most important tool to the reporter
Eyewitness report of victimized eyes that could water
In eyes we should see her as our daughter
eyes should view through eyes of a good father
eyes renewed through the eyes that would bother
eyes close, sometimes this was what tired eyes chose
but sometimes eyes close and love in the living eyes eyes froze
Eyes anew in a new birdseye view of eyes of two
eyes of me, eyes of you, eyes of the true, like skies of blue
what can eyes do? lookin' at too many types of glue
what are eyes to you? with them what do you like to do
the doors to perception, and the enterprise of a lesson
eyes present in a childs conception,and of the wed transmit reception
eyes covered in clouds, from above that hover, the demise of lovers
in eyes surprise is discovered if seen through the eyes of each other
eyes feel like a gift and a curse, when eyes see the best and the worst
eyes the only rescue and search, of the missing in the question of worth
in eyes are impressions since birth, that later decide the direction to surf
eyes with an an investment in earth, soiled in painful depictions of hurt
when in focus we should all let our eyes provoke us
and evokes us to fight against the eyes that broke us
to eyes lies are told, when eyes see gold
Told eyes are the windows to our souls
Sometimes eyes see a window that is cold
Sometimes in eyes you see a soul that is tortured
The eyes are the most important tool to the reporter
Eyewitness report of victimized eyes that could water
In eyes we should see her as our daughter
eyes should view through eyes of a good father
eyes renewed through the eyes that would bother
eyes close, sometimes this was what tired eyes chose
but sometimes eyes close and love in the living eyes eyes froze
Eyes anew in a new birdseye view of eyes of two
eyes of me, eyes of you, eyes of the true, like skies of blue
what can eyes do? lookin' at too many types of glue
what are eyes to you? with them what do you like to do
the doors to perception, and the enterprise of a lesson
eyes present in a childs conception,and of the wed transmit reception
eyes covered in clouds, from above that hover, the demise of lovers
in eyes surprise is discovered if seen through the eyes of each other
eyes feel like a gift and a curse, when eyes see the best and the worst
eyes the only rescue and search, of the missing in the question of worth
in eyes are impressions since birth, that later decide the direction to surf
eyes with an an investment in earth, soiled in painful depictions of hurt
when in focus we should all let our eyes provoke us
and evokes us to fight against the eyes that broke us
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