I
learned how to jump Double Dutch late in life. By late I mean 12-years old. In
the hood, that’s way late. If that were old enough to drive a car it would’ve
qualified me for handicapped parking. It’s not my fault. As a kid I listened to
a lot of AM radio and consequently didn’t know how to keep a beat. You need
rhythm to jump Double Dutch or the rope will literally trip you up.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Dear Facebook, WTF?
I’ve been getting a lot Facebook messages
lately from young single women of color who desperately want to be my friend:
Dora, Rosalind, Baha, Kate... It’s like the bad old days of penis enlargement
emails and Nigerian royalty inheritance scams.
Why is this happening? Is the Facebook Privacy & Security team on
vacation? Oh, right: What privacy and security? I forgot that free social
networking companies are in the business violating my privacy and selling my
security to the highest bidder.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
I Don't Do Fun, I Do Comedy!
Murph & Ray Garvey - NY Daily News |
So, I’m casually flipping through The
New York Daily News last week when I saw an old familiar face: Ray Garvey.
The headline read: “‘Fame’ for Brooklyn’s
‘great guy’: Athlete, cop, actor, funnyman.” Ray was being posthumously inducted
into the Brooklyn Softball Hall of Fame. He was only 52-years-old when he died
from cancer. Funny, I never thought I’d get to the point in my life when the
phrase “only 52” would come out of my mouth. As my eyes welled up with tears I
thought: Has Ray really been gone for three
years? I remember going to the wake and it seemed like a New York City comedy
industry Who’s Who. It was only fitting. Not only did Ray have many friends but
he’d also given opportunities to a lot of people. I was one of them.
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