Activism is mad cool

Hold the line please What: Hold the Line Phone Bank
Why: Urban sprawl drains the water supply and harms agricultural land and the Everglades. When: Thursday, April 17
Where: Audubon of Florida, 444 Brickell Avenue, Suite 850. Call (305)489-5949

Libraries Matter What: Donate books to Centro Campesino's farmworker library project
Why: For the love of reading in any language
When: From now until June 6
Where: Drop off books (books needed in English, Spanish and Creole) at Hands on Miami, 3250 SW Third Ave. Contact Bobbi Wald at 305-646-7207 or Bobbi@HandsOnMiami.org

http://hscdade.org/

Little pussies chasing one big cock

Jimbo's 81st B-day Bash: 2008, 1

Baby alligator:

Bocce ball baby:

Little Lucciano plays outside on Lincoln Road too. He's awesome. A bunch of bikers were videotaping this cuteness, as was I. He usually plays, "Why Don't We Do It In The Road," but he stayed away from the Beatles at Jimbo's. A lady who looks like she's spent some time on the back of a hog gave me a cheers when she said, "check back in 20 years!" a sweet, lewd compliment to Lil' L.

Jimbo's 81st B-day Bash: 2008

This guy asked me 3 times to show him my tits. I told him they were too small.


Ain't this the truth:



This guy told me that his dog is even hornier than he is:


This is Jamaican Bill or Jamaican Steve. You can spot him outside Flannigan's in the Grove.

Jimb(r)o's b-day

It's Jimbo's 81st birthday party this Sunday. Don't forget to go. Swampfoot'll be there, playing CCR covers and all. And, of course, there will be smoked fish, bocce ball, and $2 cans of beer. It's off Duck Lake Road, Virginia Key. Just head toward Key Biscayne and follow the bikers.

Bro, are you horny?

Can you tell if this person just wants to hit it or marry it? This is a strange little article/study which claims that we can tell just by facial features whether someone wants a fling or long-term relationship. Does your nose shrink once you decide to settle down? This seems like a load of crap to me, but what do I know?! I only failed the freaking quiz. Maybe this is why I'm so single... something to munch on.
Sexy Looks

miamibro logo, etc

So, don't get too excited, but I think I've decided on a logo for this blog. I've asked my friend, and talented artist, Dylan Romer, to create the image for me. Check out Dylan's website, it's loads of interactive, handsome fun!
Also, the idea of a Miamibro clothing line was tossed around last night... perhaps underwear with the logo and blog name on it (Tasha, yours'll be neon 4-sho). Fancy-shmancy, I tell ya.
I'm also considering a monthly or weekly feature of a true Miami Bro. Basically a blog about a friend of mine that I want to tell people about. Probably someone who really represents the spirit of Miami, bro.
Peace out for now.

Ravel

I went to see one of Miami's best, Ravelstein, and his band, last night at Churchill's Pub. My favorite Japanese Jew was as awesome as ever. Ravel's definitely and obviously one of the best performers in the city, and his backup band is a treasure chest of talent in and of itself. Check them out next time they perform: April 20th at Churchill's and April 28th at Studio A.

Here's Ravel, Henry on bass, and the view from my favorite seat in the house.

Caribou/Fuck Buttons

I went to see Caribou and Fuck Buttons at Culture Room in Ft. Lauderdale last weekend. I know it's sort of embarrassing, but I never ever, ever go to Broward, so I hadn't been there before. I'm glad I went though, because Caribou was great and Fuck Buttons was really pretty freaking cool; check out the video above.

Here's Caribou and there's me with the guy from Fuck Buttons:

Some thoughts on Roy Orbison

I spent my whole life thinking that Roy Orbison was blind.

This wasn't some belief that only I held. My brother also thought Roy wore the glasses because his eyes were uselessly trapped in his face. I remember when I was very young, Pretty Woman came on the radio and my mother telling me that her mother, long dead, always expressed her sympathy for poor blind Roy, "ya haram! That poor man." Ultimately, it doesn't affect me whether or not Roy was blind or gay or had a PhD, that is it wouldn't have affected me if he were a doctor singing about a pretty woman, but he was a blind man singing about a pretty woman. So, I was affected greatly and this sad juxtaposition almost entirely shaped my view of a little something called irony.

It was finally at 27 that I discovered Roy was actually a sighted person. The truth unravelled during an argument with a friend about this exact topic. I called my aunt, who is a human encyclopedia, to back me up. However, she yelled at me and told me how wrong I was, Roy Orbison was just always stoned, according to her, hence the sunglasses. Yet, even after hearing the “truth,” I remained reluctant to believe this new information. He is blind to me. The end. That’s my truth on Roy Orbison.

You have to understand, my entire sense and understanding of the idea of irony is based on my relationship Roy Orbison as a blind man. What is irony now that he could see the pretty woman? I grew up thinking that Roy was ironically praising the beauty of a woman he could tragically not see. The great pain that comes from this is that he loves her and tells her how pretty she is to make her happy, when he, himself cannot enjoy her beauty! Irony is somewhat always tinged with sadness, longing, with heartbreak. With Roy having vision, the song becomes uninteresting, commonplace. And then what happens to irony?! Do I have to re-think my entire idea of everything I've ever smugly known. Do all my dry jokes now make no sense?

It is for this reason that I will continue to believe that Roy Orbison is without sight. He is still the tragic, frustrated lover in my mind. The true king of irony. A man who knows how to get through his pain with a sad, joking song.

Buttermilk

I was walking down Lincoln Road after lunch today. I overheard this kid, who was probably 8 and sitting outside Doraku, say, "Do you know what's odd about buttermilk..."
I must say that this was the coolest thing I've overheard in, perhaps, FOREVER. I always was fascinated by buttermilk as a kid. I mean, how can you not be?! It makes mashed potatoes and cake taste that much more delicious and all it is is buttery milk, and regular butter and milk are in mashed potatoes and cake anyway. Besides, butter is made of milk, but it's now butter/milk? There's much to consider about this substance.
Cheers to that little boy. Thank God for kids like that. Beautiful.

wal-cod

Apparently, if you're a Wal-Mart employee and are insured under their health plan, they can steal money from you that you won in a lawsuit from an accident, and probably from a medical malpractice suit. Wal-Mart, you really warmed my heart here when you stopped stealing this crippled lady's money. Wow. You guys should get an award from Best Buddies or something. I am so compelled to shop at your store now after hearing about this genuinely humane act of not stealing.
This is why public pressure helps put assholes in their place:

http://news.aol.com/story/_a/wal-mart-drops-fight-against-woman/20080402064509990001

If you've ever read the book Cod, A Biography of the Fish That Changed the World by Mark Kurlanski, you'll be interested in this article. I feel so terrible for these fishermen and for the cod that isn't coming around anymore.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/02/dining/02cod.html?_r=1&oref=slogin