Some people think what they read and see on Facebook is reality and a good source for the news they want to hear. For others it may be Instagram or TikTok or the Washington Post.
In NYC, there are two competing tabloids, the Post and the Daily News and both report on basically the same shit, but from two different perspectives, of course, based on who their perceived target markets are. That's all well and good, but it's not what the problem is.
The problem is, if there's a holdup in the Bronx, or Brooklyn's broken out in fights, or maybe there's a traffic jam in Harlem that's backed up to Jackson Heights, none of that does you any good at all knowing. Why? Simple - I live in Florida. None of that which others consider 'the news' effects me directly, so I just don't need to know it - so why go looking for it?
My simple solution - stop watching the friggin' shows they call 'The News'. Somewhere out there in StreamingLand there's a Car 54 rerun you'd be better off watchin'. Juss' sayin'...
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A study by Mindlab suggested that men can experience emotions more strongly but are often less willing to express them openly.The same research indicated that when viewing "heart-warming" content, men demonstrated physiological reactions twice as high as women. It is often noted that societal expectations for men to be "strong and silent" contribute to the hiding of emotional sensitivity. ...
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In 2006, Michael Sparks was searching through Music City Thrift Shop in Nashville when he discovered what he believed to be a print of the Declaration of Independence. He purchased the document for $2.48, and when he got home, he started doing some research. Sparks found that John Quincy Adams had commissioned 200 copies of the Declaration of Independence in 1820 while he was Secretary of State. He reached out to Raynors’ Historical Collectible Auctions in North Carolina, and experts determined that Sparks’ document dated to 1823 and was one of those official copies. The thrift store artifact went up for auction with a starting bid of $125,000 — and it sold for $477,650.
After Sparks’ story made headlines, a man named Stan Caffy came forward to admit that he’d been the one to donate the document. He claimed that he’d purchased it at a yard sale around 1996 and hung it in his garage, but when he got married, his new wife urged him to get rid of some of his clutter, and he let her take it to the thrift store.
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Are you ready for July 4th?
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Ya know, I don't think there's a man among us who hasn't had at least one 'Jenny' in our lives - a tragic, beautiful, confused girlfriend who broke our hearts on a regular basis, and yet we all still kept going back for more. My Father took me aside after the fifth or sixth time Nancy fucked my head up . He taught me what 'tilting at windmills' meant - at least his version of the term. Taking some of his advice, I cut off all contact with Nancy. Here I am 55 or so years later, still feeling the loss, but thankful for his advice.
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My Father and I at one of my Brother's weddings... ...
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To the point I made at the start of this little tirade - and Father's Day celebration, of course - this was a front page item for a British tabloid this morning. Is this news or - at least as I see it - absolute insignifica? I mean, seriously, who gives a rat's ass what a couple soccer players choose to eat or not? No wonder our brains are as muddled as they are, ferfucksakes...
Though it's no longer there, this little diner in Belleville NJ was my Father's absolute favorite, and we'd occasionally go there after mass on Sunday mornings for breakfast. They had two locations, both serving the exact same fare, and they both stayed open 24/7/365 for as long as they were in business. Their busiest time of day when there'd be a line out the door of people waiting for seats? Probably 2:30 - 3:00am - in the middle of the night after all the bars closed. ...
This is the house I grew up in in North Newark. It's funny how it seems so much smaller now than when I was a kid. That house had four bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor and a spare bedroom and half-bath in the basement, that became my bedroom whe was somewhere around six-ish. It's hard to believe we had nine people living there for a long time. Here's what freaks me out now, though. That little tiny nothing of a house just listed for sale at $ 595,000.00. Yikes... ...
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