From the monthly archives:

March 2008

moving beyond suck and ass

by jackie sheeler on March 23, 2008

no doubt we’ll all sleep better at night knowing that while the supreme court isn’t busy protecting the interests of big business, it has agreed to consider the doomsday question of “fleeting expletives” — those passing notes that came to us on broadcast TV courtesy of bono and cher, also sometimes called f-bombs.

laws around broadcast cursewords have liberalized considerably in recent years and are now, according to dr. timothy jay, (who has, extraordinarily, made this his life’s work) “moving beyond ’suck’ and ‘ass’ and are now fixating on f– and s–.” lower courts and appeals courts have declined to criminalize the f-bomb, and the supreme court has agreed to hear the case. it’s worth noting that they only hear 80-150 cases in any given year.

well f– me sideways for thinking the supremes had weightier matters to consider, like waterboarding and holding people at guanatanamo bay for years without any charges, or federalizing environmental protection or maybe making sure we don’t buy too much poisoned food from china. but no! they are concerned with keeping radio and television safe from dirty words.

how about keeping us safe from shady construction inspectors like edward marquette, who was arrested for first failing to inspect, and then lying about having inspected, the crane that killed seven people last week. very contrary to initial reports of a “random flying metal object” severing the crane’s mooring, a retired construction worker had actually called in a report 11 days prior to the accident, saying that the braces did not look right and he was concerned. marquette was dispatched to inspect the crane, and filed a report that everything was fine and dandy.

except he never even visited the site, much less did any actual inspecting. and if the other statistics reported in this article are true, it’s not because he didn’t have the time.

marquette has supposedly conducted 500 inspections in the last 6 months. that’s a 26-week period, but let’s give him two weeks off for vacation or sick days. that’s 500 inspections in 24 weeks, an average of just under 21 inspections each week, about four per day. is this an unreasonable workload?  considering that the reports are so simple you can complete them without even showing up, i’d guess that 2 inspections in the morning and 2 in the afternoon are not impossible goals (and wait: we haven’t even learned yet how much OT this guy was clocking — bet you anything he billed 10-12 work hours every day, practically a given in the NYC construction trade).

okay, okay, i don’t know what else a crane inspector might be responsible for, so these could be unreasonable assumptions. but the other statistic in this article makes me think there’s a WHOLE lot wrong here that ain’t my math: bruce silberblatt, the retired whistleblower who originally called in the safety complaint, says there are about 250 such cranes in use presently in NYC. 250? and marquette is doing 500 inspections every 6 months?

these cranes would be safe enough for toddlers to play on if they were really checked out every quarter.

but no, the inspectors are busy elsewhere (where, exactly? will we find another prostitution connection here? was he off doing tax-free paid jobs on the side during work hours? chugging a few pints in his favorite bar?) and the supreme court can’t be bothered with such trivia while it’s hobnobbing with the FCC over dirty words that, as far as i know, don’t kill people. stick & stones (and cranes) will break my bones, etc.

and i think that sucks ass.

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time to turn off the lights!

by jackie sheeler on March 23, 2008

earth hour is set for 8pm local time on saturday, 3/29, and i am writing to encourage you to participate.

the idea started in sydney last year, and there are some inspiring photos on their home page of what it was like in some of the cities that participated (i liked melbourne especially).

http://www.earthhour.org/

it’s quite simple: turn out all the lights for an hour. sure, it’s partly symbolic — along the lines of international car-free day or the great american smoke-out — yet it has an impact. if everyone in the world actually did turn off their lights for an entire hour it would set the global warming clock back a little bit. (though god knows turning out the lights in time square for just ten minutes it might buy us extra years. maybe next year. maybe covert BB guns.)

but this. the planetary hour of candles.

find someone wonderful and get dark with them.

 

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five years after mission accomplished, the country remains at war

by jackie sheeler on March 19, 2008

spoken word music video here. if you hate this war, please take a moment to watch. and spread the word if you think it’s a worthwhile piece.

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cranes, diapers, timing

by jackie sheeler on March 18, 2008

why are we so shocked by the occurrence of death? (image: a victorian-era lady, hand to heart, white showing above her irises, mouth akimbo, seconds before the swoon.) a sidebar piece in yesterday’s paper is titled “several saved by luck, by time” and goes on about various people who weren’t killed by the crane that fell to earth on the upper east side, but could have been. “if we hadn’t gone out for coffee just then” and so forth. the front page story concerns the other side of this coin, a woman who traveled from miami to visit her boyfriend, who live(d) in one of the demolished apartments. he wasn’t home at the moment of the accident.

ergo, people fall into two categories: those who could have been killed by that crane but weren’t, and those who weren’t killed by that crane and could have been. is this as stupid as it seems to me, or am i just getting crotchety in my mid age?

we say it constantly — timing is everything. how come we don’t seem to believe it?

getting dead is the only date nobody ever got stood up for (even jesus christ went out on that one, subsequent risings and emptying of tombs notwithstanding — and compared to the stories i’ve heard about him, i’ll take a crane through the ceiling anytime). the date is coy, won’t give a definite time, won’t say  much about what you’ll be doing, usually doesn’t let you help with the planning. like seeing the FedEx guy when you didn’t know a package was on its way.

but we resist and gasp and get all teary when a body does what it is supposed to do. no body is supposed to get smashed by falling machinery, you say? i disagree — it’s the modern-day equivalent of being chomped up by a tyrannosaurus rex. bodies were born to die, and sometimes it’s more of a shame to let them do it unaided. gloria never talks about the future without first saying “if, god forbid, something happens to grandma”. ah, the universal euphemism: “something”. but god forbid? grandma is 97 and sits day and night in front of a television she can no longer make sense of, shitting her diaper like there’s no tomorrow. god forbid there should be too many more years of that. bring on the flying cranes, please.

sometimes i think i’m a little too sanguine about the fact that nobody gets out of here alive. i wasn’t as horrified by the people (7 found at this point) killed as i was by the stupidity of people who put cranes on top of buildings in the first place. day after, i read (in yet another fascinating sidebar) the litany of freak accidents in NYC and was shocked more by what they left out than the miniscule list provided — seeing as they started in 1904 (1904, for fuck’s sake!) there were plenty of omissions. like cars falling through the elevated road when the west side highway collapsed in the 70’s, or the small plane that was blown into a building (not too far from the one that just got smashed) a couple of years ago. how about the streetlight falling (yes, a streetlight FELL) during the thanksgiving day parade, turning one fresh-faced out of towner into a vegetable. if only she’d stepped away for coffee! so many buildings have collapsed in these years of development frenzy that they don’t even make the paper unless enough people (or the right people) get smashed. you find out about them on the subway, when there are delays and reroutings as a result, when the conductor kindly provides some detail to entertain the stalled commuters.

and no doubt one body on that train lives near the newly collapsed building and thinks thank GOD i am late while another thinks SHIT why did i stop at duane reade, now i’ll never get home. it doesn’t occur to him that the delay might also prevent him from being run down by some drunk driver in mineola that evening.

we never seem to go all the way along this line of thinking. too scary. too complicated. just say timing everything. don’t mean it.

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marriages, rabbis, nazis, gays

by jackie sheeler on March 16, 2008

israeli couples are no longer permitted to marry unless each can prove their matrilineal judaism to the satisfaction of the orthodox — orthodox, mind you — rabbis. born and raised in jerusalem? speak hebrew? fast on yom kippur? keep a kosher kitchen? meaningless. anyone unlucky enough to have an american parent gets an especially hard time of it, since american jews are notoriously lenient about their judaism. many couples marry abroad in order to avoid the discrimination. probably won’t take long until such marriages aren’t recognized by israel.

so nobody gets hitched in jerusalem if they’re not jewish enough. (in nazi germany, you couldn’t work if you weren’t aryan enough. will israel start restricting employment permits and set the rabbis davening over visa applications?) meanwhile, back in the USSA, only hets need apply for a marriage license — you fucking queers go get your “civil union” if you’re lucky enough to live in a state that tolerates such things.

but marriage, legal marriage, IS a civil union and nothing more. it’s certainly not a religious milestone, since it’s recognized by institutions such as hospitals and employers and the welfare department. would the welfare department care if reverend sun myung moon shmeared tiger balm across your naked butts and declared it a holy union? the pope himself can’t marry anybody (catholic or not) without a civil license to do so (a license that also
allows him to marry episcopalians and presbyterians — or, for that matter, orthodox jews — if he feels like it). how can it be more clear that marriage itself is nothing more than a civil union, a thing as separate and distinct from religion and sexuality as the courthouse is from the verdict?

you hear it all the time, that marriage is a contract. well contracts are made out of laws designed by men. the government (not in israel, not in this country) really doesn’t care who gets married to whom as long as nobody comes asking THEM for anything. like maybe a piece of your deceased partner’s social security check.

so why do we play games like marriage vs. a civil union when they’re exactly the same? because most people don’t have the balls to say, like the israeli hasidim, “you’re just not good enough.”

born-agains believe gay marriage endangers them — that their own unions are less strong, somehow, if same-sex couples are entitled to them as well. i bet poor, pure israeli couples never get a good night’s sleep any more, with all these unproven jews getting married all over the place. as if it were okay.

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carolyn capalbo is a very wise woman

by jackie sheeler on March 13, 2008

the mother of ashley alexandra dupre (the young call girl who is now famous for consorting with eliot spitzer) said that her daughter:

“is a very bright girl who can handle someone like the governor. But she also is a 22-year-old, not a 32-year-old or a 42-year-old, and she obviously got involved in something much larger than her.”

ms. capalbo, i congratulate you for your common sense, your evident pride in your child despite the pressbombs falling on the heads of everyone in your family, and especially for the fact that you did not resort to the tiresome and predictable maternal self-defense moves we’re all so goddam sick of. she’s a good girl / great marks in school / we raised her right / church every sunday / i’ll have to hear her side and on and on ad nauseum. cowardly, contemptuous semi-denials, all bullshit, all the time.

we need more mothers like this, i say. no blaming or cringing, just “my daugher can handle someone like the governor”. i don’t believe she was pleased to learn that ashley was prostituting, few mothers would be. but you know, if your daughter is going to sell it, selling it to one of the most powerful men in NYS for one of the highest imaginable hourly rates lifts it right out of the realm of “oh my poor girl, reduced to this”.

AMNY shows far less common sense, as they claim not to understand why ashley didin’t immediately take her MySpace page down, and said they thought she didn’t really “get” what impact all this “negative publicity” would ultimately have on her. hello? it’s the governor’s publicity that’s negative, not hers — everybody wants to know what the $5500  body is about, and as her MySpace music single had, as of this morning’s writing, over 100,000 plays, what *i* don’t understand is why she DID take it down (as she seems to have done; i couldn’t find it — can you? send over the link if you find it). 100,000 plays? you can’t buy THAT for $5500 or any amount. the day i make front-page headlines across the state and half the nation is NOT the day my page goes down. update: as of this afternoon, the horrors of publicity have snagged ashley some very interesting offers from penthouse and the like. you know, like, the type of offers that launch big BIG careers these days.

a nationwide reputation for having the most expensive pussy in new york, isn’t  likely to hurt this young lady’s chances, and i wish her all the best.

and after all, she did have to sleep with the odious eliot spitzer. girlfriend, you’ve already paid your dues.

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one more reason to fuck the south

by jackie sheeler on March 12, 2008

i thought it was a hoax, like something out of The Onion, but no. a woman was put in a temporary holding cell in arkansas, a cell where people are usually kept for just an hour (there’s no toilet, etc.) and forgotten. she was there four days, drinking her piss, sleeping on the floor. luckily, someone else got shoved in there (presumably for an hour) yesterday, and so she was found.

the whole story is here.

this fiasco reminds me so much of everything in fuckthesouth.com which you absolutely have to read at least once (unless you are a republican.)

when i can’t come up with anything else to be grateful for, i can always thank the heavens that i wasn’t born in arkansas.

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language, hormones and law

by jackie sheeler on March 11, 2008

good god, the carrying on yesterday: “eliot spitzer involved in prostitution ring” when all he did was book a hooker. yes, he did it in a very stupid way (there’s a hilarious post about it from chris kelly), but that doesn’t make it organized crime.

if i get my pants altered at a place run by the mob, am i part of a dry-cleaning ring?

the real problem is that prostitution is illegal. sex for pay has been around longer than christianity and it’s not going anywhere. whether you approve or disapprove (i don’t find it particularly savory myself), a little less hysteria and a bit more common sense in how we approach this as a society would go a long way.

if spitzer wanted to be “smart” about it and not leave the trail of breadcrumbs that will cost him his job, he could simply have gotten a girl off the street. what a wonderful option! and the only reason there are girls to be gotten on the street is the law.

prostitution is legal in many other places — puritanical america is one of the few countries arrogant enough to believe it can actually legislate human nature out of existence. and, exactly as we have done with our draconian (and practically medieval) drug laws is simply to put a lot of people at risk and in prison. that’s it. that’s the final and only result. nothing is prevented or eliminated or reduced. more people get hurt. the law guarantees that they will.

and no, legalizing prostitution is not likely to attract thousands of women who otherwise wouldn’t do it into the profession. selling your ass is not the top career choice of most women, more usually they’re driven to it out of necessity and the lack of other options. great. so she’s already up shit’s creek, let’s throw her in jail if she gets caught trying to make the rent.

nobody wins. not the pros, not the customers. careers are destroyed (no doubt we’re all about to learn far, far more about eliot spitzer’s life than anybody ever cared to know), diseases are traded like baseball cards, women are left to the mercy of the occasional psychopathic client (and the vengeful attention of the IRS) and men are robbed by pimps or in setups most often arranged by girls with monster drug habits. ALL of these are side-effects not of prostitution itself, but of our laws forbidding it.

i want a government that lets people make adult decisions for themselves and spends its time instead trying to, oh, let’s say, reduce carbon emissions, get the garbage recycled, stop our food and rivers and seas from being poisoned, get some of the guns off the street. that’s where the government can make a positive difference, not in your bedroom (or your uterus or your little tin of hydroponic weed).

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memorials up the wazoo

by jackie sheeler on March 10, 2008

new york’s obsession with relics from the world trade center attacks is borderline insane.

the “Survivor’s Staircase” is being moved, with predictable fanfare, offsite for the first time until it is installed in the future WTC museum. another passageway is not being moved, for the simple reason that it wasn’t destroyed and thousands of commuters use it every day, but now it is adorned with plaques that say “These signs and floors below are are part of the surviving structure of the World Trade Center” — i can see it already, gaggles of fat midwestern tourists jockeying one another in the middle of rush hour to snap pictures of the signage. The signage informing them that OTHER signage is original signage, non-terrorized signage, signs that people who used to work in the World Trade Center actually used to see every single day on their way to work! And then a lot of them died!

seems to me if everyone spent as much time pondering the reasons this country was targeted for attack as they spend sentimentalizing the fact that it happened, maybe bin laden wouldn’t still be posting YouTube videos from his cave.

it’s as if no comparable tragedy has ever happened anywhere. “but she just GOT that job!” or “the guy was only making a delivery” or “he was just about to retire” or “if only she took vacation a week later” and on and on. as if such extraordinarily importune deaths never took place before 9.11.01.

yet this tragedy, among tragedies, was not such a very big one, was it? how many people were bombed out of their homes in london during WWII? the only notable difference between the two is that londoners (at least after the first round) knew that bombs would be coming, while only a handful of Washington incompetents with top security clearances expected planes to crash into the towers.

how many people winked out in a flash at hiroshima, at nagasaki? yet the only country that’s ever used full-scale atomic weapons sits weeping over its 3,500-casualty band-aid almost seven years after the fact.

it’s front page news today, the fact that this famous staircase is moving. AMNY, a free NYC daily paper, even has an entire news section on its site devoted to WTC memorial updates. here’s their list of categories, in order:

  • New York City
  • Transit
  • Ground Zero
  • Politics
  • Nation/World
  • Health

presumably the war in iraq has space in Nation/World and the presidential primaries may be found in Politics. why, then, isn’t Ground Zero (i hate that term) a subset of New York City?

i believe the answer lies in this moronic comment from Peg Breen, president of the New York Landmarks Conservancy (which at least doesn’t have a special WTC section on its site map) who said this about the underground plaques:

“When you walk along that corridor, you understand you are walking along a path that millions of people took every day, some of whom are no longer with us. It gives you pause.”

i see. we need the WTC memorial machine to remind us that people die, so that we might take a refreshing mortality pause. well, peg, just where in this city could you walk where that would NOT be true? nobody who took the Myrtle Avenue J train to work every morning ever got shot? plaque opportunities abound:

Rita washed her clothes at this laundry every Saturday before her brains got blown out in Iraq
Teens who borrowed books from this library were later gunned down by a classmate
Lee played on this stage three times before he drowned in New Orleans
Kiki done got his crack here alla time till a billdin scaffole fell on his haid

it’s become impossible not to wonder how much race has to do with the WTC
memorial frenzy and its astonishing failure to abate over time. but,
really, just how much have you heard about katrina lately (or, for that matter, darfur)?

front-page seven-year-old non-news. and they haven’t even built the museum yet.

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just put that fucking baby in the garbage, please

by jackie sheeler on March 5, 2008

Safe Haven my ass.

late last week a cab driver dropped daniella, a 6-month old baby, at a firehouse, saying the father got out to make a phone call and never came back. the baby was healthy, clean, apparently well cared for.

now the cabdriver is up on charges and daniella’s natural father is a fugutive.

how did this happen? well, after 48 hours the cabbie’s story “fell apart”, according to the police.

why was he questioned for 48 hours? why was he questioned at all? according to Safe Haven, you are allowed to drop a baby at a firehouse or hospital with no questions asked. yes, daniella was more than 5 days old, but isn’t the whole point of Safe Haven to make it safe for people to turn over babies that, for one reason or another, are unwanted?

someone who is afraid of The Authorities and terrified of possible repercussions is more likely to leave such a baby in a dumpster, public bathroom, doorstep, empty church (if you can find an unlocked empty church in NYC these days), crackhouse, waiting room, subway station. babies have been abandoned in all of these places and more –  imagine almost any setting, and some baby has likely been left there one time or another. dead or alive.

the safe haven laws were supposed to address that by removing the risk of repercussions. but when daniella’s family tried to use the process, two of them ended up being charged with crimes.

daniella’s parents are illegal immigrants and the mother is only 14 years old: people with every reason in the world to fear dropping the baby off in person. the cab driver, klever sailema, is dating the mother’s big sister.the father, carlos rodas drove with him most of the way to the fire house before saying goodbye to his daughter and leaving the cab, weeping.

i don’t know why they are unable to care for this child (though i can make a few good guesses), but they were clearly trying to do the right thing here. these are people who DID put the welfare of the baby first. and are now being punished for it. the DA is contemplating rape charges against rodas, for chrissake, because of the mother’s age. whoever doesn’t end up in jail will likely get deported. no doubt rodas has already lost his job. it’s not even clear what the hell sailema is being charged with. can it really be illegal to drive an unsupervised baby to a fire house?

does that seem like a safe haven to you?

what do you think (despite the fact that their lives are already irrevocably fucked up after all the bad press) a fair result would be for the people involved in this sad situation?


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