Archive for April, 2008
Wordless Wednesday: Offline Dating Profile
By Urban Thought at 30 April, 2008, 3:20 am
Wordless Wednesday: Offline Dating Profile
Read More >>Stillwell Memories: Ode to Coney Island
By The Orange Phoenix at 29 April, 2008, 10:49 am
Stillwell Memories: Ode to Coney Island How do you say good-bye to childhood’s beloved landmarks: gritty salty air, stale, but sweet popcorn moist and sweaty Cyclone guardrails that barely protect you from falling out but just not safe enough to not be condemned. Long treks through the history of Hip Hop starting in the boogie [...]
Read More >>New York Summers: A Haiku
By The Orange Phoenix at 25 April, 2008, 12:00 am
New York Summers: A Haiku My fire escape an urban terrace to serve fresh barbecue from – The Orange Phoenix The Orange Phoenix © 2008 Urban Observation All Rights Reserved.
Read More >>Tag, I’m It!
By Urban Thought at 24 April, 2008, 11:49 am
I was tagged by “TelevisionTraci” Here are the rules: 1. Link the person who tagged you. – Done 2. Mention the rules in your blog. – Done 3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. Done 4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them. (Nope, not gonna do it. ) 5. Leave a comment on [...]
Read More >>Indecision
By The Orange Phoenix at 21 April, 2008, 12:00 am
Indecision Same like the riddle of which came first or what happens at the crossroads and if it involves the selling of souls, What happens when the city of dreams bright lights and apple flavor becomes a modern day Attica? When the spotlights that line Ol’ Broadway are searchlights illuminating prison numbers like train lines [...]
Read More >>Free Writing: Hate
By Urban Thought at 20 April, 2008, 12:00 am
I believe this to be my third attempt at free writing. I know I’m supposed to freely write without thinking of punctuation and spelling/grammar errors. I’m going to do my best to adhere to those guidelines. Subject: Hate Time: 10 minutes Hate is a strong word. I tell people that all the time and they [...]
Read More >>Don’t be Cheap when Everything Else is Free
By Urban Thought at 19 April, 2008, 12:00 am
While sitting at my desk the other day, I received a phone call from a friend. They wanted to go out for drinks. Seeing as how my schedule would be busy for the remainder of the week, I thought that today was a good a time as any. On arrival to the spot of choice, [...]
Read More >>The Glory Of The Morning
By Urban Thought at 18 April, 2008, 9:16 am
This is straight off the cuff. No editing. No spell check. No going back and rethinking thoughts. I may do this more often just to keep me going but if you don’t like it than so be it. If you are feeling it then holla for me one time. If you are feeling it greatly [...]
Read More >>First Time: First Dance
By The Orange Phoenix at 15 April, 2008, 12:00 am
First Dance (Based off of Miles Davis’ Flamenco Sketches) On the tip of a patent leather toe love somehow oiled my squeaky veins, spinning and tip-toeing a rhythmic trail into my heart. With overhead lights and smoky-like trails I seem to be twirling without moving; Slowly I drink in the spirit of you. Fingertips trace [...]
Read More >>Shades of Brown, Shades of Racism
By Urban Thought at 13 April, 2008, 12:00 am
One of my colleagues walked up on me the other day to seek my opinion on a matter, which has been disturbing him. He told me that he felt discriminated against because of the color of his skin. Actually, it wasn’t just the color of his skin that was the problem but his specific shade [...]
Read More >>No Address, Part 3: I Wish She Never Met You!
By Urban Thought at 12 April, 2008, 12:30 am
Continued from No Address, Part 2: Don’t you realize who my family is? These are the same folk you used to run the streets with. Come on duke. You and my uncle were tight back in the day. His memory is like an elephants. He never forgets. Don’t you know he has total recall? So [...]
Read More >>No Address, Part 2: Spoke to Your Kids
By Urban Thought at 10 April, 2008, 12:30 am
Continued from No Address, Part 1: You’re daughter called me. I’m sure she got the number from you. I don’t know why she bothered calling. I didn’t get why she called. It made no sense at all. My mother thought it great. She talked to me and asked me what I knew of you. I [...]
