This blog is dedicated to Tasha.  She said I was long overdue for one and said I should have plenty to blog about.  The moment of inspiration is at hand.  Thanks beanie!

 

GHETTO CIRQUE DU SOLEIL

I’d like to give a shout out to all of my NYC fellow MTA commuters who have sat through the many performances we see on a daily basis throughout the subway system.  I’m sure one or more of you have seen the guy with his taped up keyboard "Ain’t no joke, for real I’m broke!"...and sometimes you see him with his "wife", doing a duet while she beats one drum.  I’ve seen him alone lately, perhaps there is trouble in paradise.

There is so much entertainment, the tag team young girl and even younger boy who starts off with "Exca-use me ladies and gentlemen" and she says "pardon the interruption" and they go back and forth in dialogue to sell their candy for one dollar.

Now I get to the good part.  Ghetto Cirque Du Soleil. 

Entering from another train car are 2 or more kids, getting ready to go on the air with their own personal version of Dance Fever.  One has the radio, the others start clapping and then they flip themselves all around the car, barely missing people’s kneecaps and feet.  Some are not that lucky and end up with their foot on you by accident and definitely lose their chances of getting any money.

They roll around on the FILTHY train floor, getting their clothes extra dirty and taking home some staphylococcus and perhaps ingesting it after a hard day’s work of dancing because you know they buy food with the money to obtain the energy to dance some more, but I can pretty much guarantee they don’t wash their hands before they eat.

With all of these "urban dance movies" out there, these kids see an opportunity to make some money while doing what they love to do...dance.  Are there no community centers where they can practice and congregate as kids with a great hobby in common? 

OR

Is money the issue? 

Would love some feedback on this people! 

 

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Saggy and baggy jeans on young men

Another pet peeve of mine... Now folks, everyone is entitled to their own way of fashion.  The 500 pound woman in a leopard print catsuit?  Hmm..someone's gotta love them, however today's blog is about the young men and their baggy jeans. Now someone who actually wears their pants like that, please respond to this blog and tell me why you do it.  More so, why do you sag them down to the point where with one yank I could see your money shot aka a$$ crack? The belt around the new waist which apparently is now the middle of your thighs I truly don't understand and quite frankly, watching you walk like you have to take a shit is really not appealing.  It's not cute and I don't understand how some of these women walk willingly next to a waddling duck. To wear your jeans baggy is your prerogative, really it is, but I just think it looks utterly ridiculous.

Everlasting is my love for you.

Carefree and soaring through this life.

Our life.

Passing me by, you do smile

and I watch your silhouette glide through my fingertips

as I try to grab a hold of your shadow.

I laugh at the sillyness in the motion

and close the distance between us so you can

really feel my emotion....and as we breathe so easily,

I pray we will forever smile.

Peace and blessings, greetings and howdy to all my people!!!

I have something I'd like to get off of my chest and I hope you don't find me to be too abrasive...

 

BUT

 

What in the hell is wrong with the teenage girls of today?

I'm talking about the blondes, redheads and brunettes you can find on any given day up in Spring Valley, NY wearing UGGS and pajamas outside.  Yes in public.  Now just because you step out of your house with boots that cost money does not mean you should wear whatever you want with them.  I mean it is a free country, but ladies if I see you in those boots and some dingy pajama pants or those ugly pink sweatpants with the words PINK sprawled across your flat ass...I am inclined to make a comment. 

Half the time it doesn't look like you've taken a shower or brushed your teeth. 

It looks like you rolled out of your bed and you and your friends all put your UGGS boots on and go traipse around the mall looking funky.

 

Whew!  There, I said it; and if I offended you...it probably means you do it yourself.  This is my opinion and I'm sticking to it.  Thanks for reading and I thank god my mother had the sense enough to make sure I left my house CLEAN with REAL CLOTHES ON!

 

Okay folks, it's time for another Peachrain installment about the people out there with babies.

I'm sure there have been times when you go to your local department store and your not-so-near-mall where millions of people go each and everyday and you run up and down elevators and escalators trying to find the best bargain, those thigh-hi boots you always wanted (Tasha), and that hard to find dvd you've been looking for for ages (R.I.P. Tower Records). 

Now pause.  Inhale.  Exhale.  (Insert Woo-Sah here).

Can someone please tell me what is wrong with the parents in the world who let their children crawl across the floors of public places?  I don't have the slightest clue as to why oh why these people are allowed to procreate.  People spit, drop money, walk around with shoes containing all types of gum, urine and fecal matter on the bottom of them and yet....you still see children cleaning the mall/store floors as if it is their part time job.  (Of course they do it pro bono because there are child labor laws and ACS would be knocking on their doors soon...not in a timely manner of course...(see Nixmary's case), but because we live in the U.S. and not in some factory riddled 3rd world country where children are living in poverty and foregoing their lunch breaks just to make YOUR JORDANS...but I'll save that for another blog.

Recently I went to my godsons' school with their parents to pick them up (this is in Richmond, VA by the way) and upon entering the well secured facility (thank goodness the parents have to know a code to enter the building in the first place), I see a little boy crawling across the welcome mat.  Instinctively, I pick him up and then one of the teachers takes him from me with a slight look of disdain because I don't have any affiliation with this baby or its parent.  BUT WHAT IN THE HELL WAS HE DOING ON THE FLOOR IN THE FIRST PLACE?!  And what does he do once picked up?  PUTS HIS HANDS IN HIS MOUTH!!!!!

UUGGGHHHH!!!!!

I walked away in disgust because you know what?  As a parent you should know better.  When your child is born, you usually don't have visitors for the first couple of weeks except for limited immediate family  so the child can build up its immune system.  No one touches the baby's head, kisses it on its face or touches it without washing his or her hands.  So someone please tell me how it is okay for a child to crawl across a filthy floor 6 months later? 

Think about it.  Would they let the kid crawl along a subway platform?  Probably not, but the same people with the same shoes walk and talk and flock...in department stores and malls.

I hope at least one parent reads this.

I hope at least one parent heeds this:

Keep your kids off the floor.  You wouldn't chew a piece of gum that has fallen on it.  Why put the little ones on it? 

See I try.

I try so hard and yet

nothing comes to the front line.

Still the obvious goes way over your head

and you can't see the underlying theme.

(Dissect that one if you can).

It's depressing and I'm done trying.

So my good people....had a fantastic time in Vegas, did some educational things but more recreational things and the one important element missing in Vegas....good looking men.

 

See, usually when I go on vacation sans my baby (love him, but he didn't want to go to Vegas so I went with my peeps) I like to see a little eye candy...visual vitamins so to speak...cuz of course it's good to look but don't touch.  But there was NOTHING to look at!

 

Saw a group of good looking buff dudes getting on the plane on the way home but it is safe to say they were not interested in the feminine...

 

Sigh...so do any good looking men vacation in Vegas?  Live in Vegas???  I don't know...they definitely weren't on the strip. 

 

Don't get me wrong, I had fun...it's just I would've had more fun if I were a lesbian with all the women that were out there.  Us heterosexual women were left with the short end of the stick...LITERALLY!!!!

Okay so me being partially Puerto Rican, I feel compelled to saying something about the lazy nature of SOME of my fellow spanish people (including all others i.e. Dominicans, Ecuadorians, Columbians, Mexicans...etc). Let me clear the air by saying there are other races that do the same thing but I see it mostly in the spanish community. Now if this doesn't apply to you, don't get offended but I am so sick and tired of seeing these kids..ages 3-5 still riding in a stroller with a damn pacifier in their mouth. If they can say "Mommy, I want juice", then they need to spit out the damn "bobo" and pick up a cup and walk their asses wherever they are going. Now everyone knows kids have little legs so you shouldn't take them out for long distances. They are little. They cannot walk/run marathons.
But seriously folks...by the time these kids are preschool age, they are still rocking in their strollers and pacifiers. Now once again, IF THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU, DO NOT GET OFFENDED.
Besides, kids don't need pacifiers. They need to be taught they can't have everything they want and furthermore it destroys their teeth AND they make the parents look lazy in child rearing. So the next time you see someone with their kid halfway to 2nd grade with a damn pacifier, remember this blog. A big thanks goes out to all the parents who did it right and either never gave their child a pacifier and/or cut them off before they started talking.
Oh and I won't even BEGIN to talk about the diaper wearing at 4 years old....that's for another blog. Peace!

And Your Eyes Became Mine

If you can hear me
 then I can't see
 breathing in rhythms blue
 and mahogany bass.
 Conversion burgundy
 Wicked is the stitching
 mentality percieves
in a faded domain
 Accentuate the scent
 with raw emotion
 blind as I seek
 dark chambers
 Lifelines
 Us, we emulate
 in proportions grand
 contradiction of meanings
 I offer you magnanimousness
and receive the gregarious
 In awe, I retain speech
 body adorned
 with warm shades of pitch
Failure to press record
 when the signal was given
 results in memorization
 of details defined
 when I gave you my love
and your eyes became mine.

peachrain circa 2001