October is in full swing and I will never shake certain feelings about this season. Out in the apple orchard humbly selecting that from which to eat, strolling in open fields where bright orange pumpkins stretched out in their patches can only remind you that Halloween is approaching. The crisp Autumn air is strangely familiar and not unlike an old friend, we become gradually, yet confidently reacquainted with one another. This time of year we’re seeking comfort in the familiarity of tradition and social interaction. We are, after all losing hours of daytime sunlight and what better remedy than food and drink? This is the beginning of a series of gluttony driven calendar bookmarks in which we will regret come years’s end. That is assuming The Mayans were misinterpreted.
I can recall as a child becoming fully enveloped by the spirit of the holidays and the changing of the seasons. Now, as a working adult with a dead end job working overnight, I can’t possibly embrace the holidays the way I once did. Little moments, holidays, tradition, happiness, are for those who have the time and means to enjoy them. From where I currently stand, I’m right on the razor’s edge staring down at a possible breakdown, that of which can possibly alter my life forever. Sure, the holiday season can represent family, friends, & fond memories, but it can be hard on just as many people. Think of the single parents, the poor, the depressed, the various other groups of misfortunate bastards. This year, while you’re enjoying your holidays and the celebrations that go hand in hand, remember to consider those around you who cannot enjoy themselves quite the same.

Things are happening.

goddessofcheese:

thedailywhat:

Poor Lil Paul Ryan of the Day: GOP vice presidential pick Paul Ryan is a huge Rage Against the Machine fan. 

The feeling isn’t exactly mutual, as a brutal op-ed in the latest Rolling Stone by Rage Against the Machine guitarist Tom Morello makes clear:

 Paul Ryan’s love of Rage Against the Machine is amusing, because he is the embodiment of the machine that our music has been raging against for two decades. … 

I wonder what Ryan’s favorite Rage song is? Is it the one where we condemn the genocide of Native Americans? The one lambasting American imperialism? Our cover of “F**k the Police”? Or is it the one where we call on the people to seize the means of production? So many excellent choices to jam out to at Young Republican meetings! 

Don’t mistake me, I clearly see that Ryan has a whole lotta “rage” in him: A rage against women, a rage against immigrants, a rage against workers, a rage against gays, a rage against the poor, a rage against the environment. Basically the only thing he’s not raging against is the privileged elite he’s groveling in front of for campaign contributions.

[rollingstone]

Post October Nor’Easter 2011, Pelham Bay Park in The Bronx.

I still cannot believe how disgusting the pre-Halloween snow storm was on Saturday night. Went out with the Mrs. to the local Supermarket and ended up having to walk back home in the thick of it with $120.00 worth of groceries including a 14 lb. box of cat litter. Needless to say, the goddamn box broke open and poured itself onto the front step leading into the apartment. I scooped most of it into a bag and swept the remaining clumps onto the sidewalk where it later mixed with the snow and became a gunky cement like substance that would have certainly damned my freshly mopped floors had I not noticed it before coming back into the house the next morning after running errands. All weekend I cooked and cleaned for my wonderful girlfriend. We drank Pinot Grigio and plenty of beer. Let us not forget the candy corn feast. Of course, to have such a weekend, I had to take off Saturday night.
Working overnight for the past 7 months has really limited my time with the only person I can stand to be around. After I get my Christmas envelopes from the building’s tenants, we’re hopefully getting back some workable tax returns and our plan to get the fuck out of New York City will begin to take form. I’d risk everything to have my life back with her. Everybody has let me down time and time again. My ungrateful friends have abandoned me for reasons unknown and my family is too self-absorbed and involved in each other’s shit to let me into the club.
I dream of the day I get out of this miserable shit of a city. There are few things that come close to that satisfaction. Before I leave though, I’m writing some music to be recorded in the coming weeks/months. It will be the last thing I do here.

Nothing says freedom quite like NYPD SWAT Team members patrolling the streets of Manhattan at 7 A.M.
These gentlemen were on their way to meet up with 3 equally armed team members and a German Shepherd in the subway station below. I don’t care how many times I see this sort of thing or am told it is in the best interest of the public, I will never view this as normal or acceptable. Why celebrate independence from one unjust ruler, to live under the rule of other, unjust rulers?

Another fine Bronx sunrise.

How sad it is to know that they’re both referring to the same girl. I really feel for this guy, especially since it’s common knowledge around these parts that she is a raging slut. We happened to attend high school together a few years back and as far as I know, he’s a good guy. The new guy isn’t an asshole or anything either. Fuckin’ white girls.

Today, realize your potential and admit your mistakes. Everyone attracts more of what they pour into the universe. This can be said for both good and evil, desired and undesired, have and need. Open yourself to the possibilities of transformation. Convince yourself that you are worth changing everything around you. Reward yourself by living in perfect, unselfish, immaterialistic harmony with the world around you. Change your mind, change your world. (Taken with Instagram)

Magic Kingdom is…well, magic.

Daniel Murphy’s looking an awful lot like Freddie Mercury these days.

For my beautiful fiancé.
Happy Russell Stover Day!!!

The only real reward for working overnight is the chance to snap shots of the sun as it rises over NYC. This city has plenty to offer but I’m ready to jump ship and discover what else is out there. I’m newly engaged and desperate for a schedule which allows me time to spend with my fianće and really live instead of twiddling my goddamn thumbs at this shitty desk. I don’t want to be awake or feel like I’m missing out on life but I’m at the mercy of a very harsh reality for now. Tonight is New Year’s Eve and I’ll be back in this chair like a dopey fuck playing the 5th full season of MLB THE SHOW 11 on PSP come midnight. I think the only way to avoid feeling this empty & isolated is to pack up and head down south where living is a whole lot simpler. Sure, we’ll miss the conveniences of NYC and the SUSHI, but life is (or rather should be) about taking chances and attempting to fulfill your dreams and find peace in whatever you do. I currently cannot achieve that given the circumstances and restrictions of my work, despite the decent paycheck.
So many people dream of living here while my nightmare is staying.
Funny, fickle world huh?