Friday, June 30, 2006

Figures...

...Just when I start listening to them, they go and break up.

In junior high, it was worse; I was like a hex on my favorite bands at the time. Within a year of becoming a Nirvana superfreak (embarassingly so, to the point where I can no longer listen to them), Kurt Cobain killed himself. It took me about another year to get over my Nirvana/Cobain obsession, and by 7th grade I was all about the Ramones. They broke up before the end of the schoolyear. I even remember where I was when I found out. I was in Walden Books, at the Natick Mall, looking through the music magazines. The headline was Say It Ain't So, Joey!

Footnote: the theme at my bar-mitzvah party was music. My table? The Ramones!

Friday, June 23, 2006

MY NEIGHBORS ARE BLASTING KENNY G

WHY ARE MY NEIGHBORS BLASTING KENNY G?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Skateboarding in Crown Heights

I rode my skateboard over to the sofer yesterday, to pick up my tefillin. It was the first time I've skated since I moved here in April. I'm not too good, even when it comes to just pushing around, and it took me some time to get comfortable enought to skate with the flow of traffic up Kingston Ave. I only had one near-miss, when some lady almost took me out with her car door by accident. Some of the frum types looked at me with a mixture of derision and curiosity, which I expected. I haven't seen any of the kids from this neighborhood riding skateboards, except for the one black kid I saw last motzei shabbos.