And a fitting song for this entry, Youth Lagoon's "17":
" Oh when I was seventeen, my mother said to me 'don't stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die' "
A little learning is a dangerous thing,
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring;
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
" Oh when I was seventeen, my mother said to me 'don't stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die' "
“Give up.”
That was the only thing I could think at the time. She grabbed me by the throat and threw me against the wall. I pleaded. There was a bell and the session was over. I owed $300 for god knows what.
“Next time you should stab me with your eyes!” I yelled to her when I was 30 feet away. She motioned as if she was about to start running at me and I dodged into an alleyway. There I met a man who knew what I was all about. I told him to shut up, but he managed to grab my tongue as I was speaking and he told me that he would not shut up. I told him that was reasonable. At least I attempted to.
I woke up face down in my bed. My pillow was like a sponge soaked in spit. Did it again. Over did it again is more like it. Hah hah hah. But just then my window flew open and I noticed a sound. It was the oldest woman in the world. Or it was. She just died. Making me the oldest woman in the world.
And then I could taste it. There was chocolate on my tongue, rose petals in my nose and half a dildo shoved in my ass. It was the best of times it was the worst of times. I was the oldest woman on earth and no one could take that from me but the angel of death. Or the social security office. They were always robbing me.
Usually I stay in my room. The nurses say that I’m not really the oldest woman in the world. They tell me that I’m actually only 64 and suffering from dementia. I ask them why my tears taste like my dead husband. They tell me my husband is still alive. I tell them I never married. They tell me I’m a man. I tell them that they have the wrong genitalia for moon-talkers. They shut up at that point.
Is that my cell phone? I remember setting the ringer to a Ricky Martin song, but I forget which one.
“What do you want to hear?” “Jerimiah was a bullfrog!” “Haha, you know I get more requests for it by that name than its actual name, ‘Joy to the World’.” “Oh that’s right!” “Well, it’s coming up now, enjoy.” Familiar chords begin to play. “Jerimiah was a bullfrog was a good friend of mine…” The light ahead of me turns yellow and I step on the brakes. The frosted street denies me traction. The light ahead turns red. The ABS keeps skipping and my body is fully erect with my full weight pressing down on the pedal. Seeing no cars crossing, I take my foot off the brake and run the red. A deputy sheriff sits in his car facing the opposite direction and watches my unlawful slide. I continue down the road, a bit shaken. I check my rearview for flashing lights and find none. Fuck, it was stupid to go out in this weather just for cigarettes. “Joy to the world, all the boys and girls…”
Sudden loss of control tends to put things in perspective. I was angry before, but I don’t even know why. I continue downhill with a heightened sense of caution. An SUV follows closely behind me, I don’t bother to check my speed. This is why Ayn Rand is wrong, captains of industry have heart attacks, my car can’t grip ice. No one is master of their own fate. Oncoming lights feel brighter than usual and fat flakes of half-melted snow slap my windshield. I park in a gas station and sit in the car for a moment. A commercial for a wind chime emporium comes through the speakers with the sound of forced excitement. A down-clad couple waddles through my headlights, holding each other for stability. Sometimes I really hate couples. I try to imagine what they’re doing, why they’re there, but stop myself. My thoughts tend to be unrealistic about these things.
I open my door and wind and snow flood into the warm compartment. I walk through frozen mush to the doors and push my way through. “Fuck the Steelers, man.” A 45 year old man, underdressed and drunk attempts to start an argument with the cashier. “I’m just saying that they look good this year.” I try to appear impatient, but the effect is lost on the two. I stare at the familiar rack of vice, picking out Camel Blues. They’re no longer called lights, probably for preemptive legal reasons. The underdressed man notices me and steps aside. “What’ll you have?” “Camel Blues and a pack of matches.” I walk back to my car defeated by addiction but triumphant in my purchase. I light up and crack the window. More cold air, the radio is louder than I recall. I exhale burnt particles of paper and tobacco to fight the wind.
Throughout January, we're hosting ten eWaste Recycling Events around New York City with our partner, The Lower East Side Ecology Center.
These events are being held nearly every weekend, all across four boroughs of New York City.
Now is the perfect time to dispose of any electronics you may have replaced over the holidays.

So bring your old computers, printers, monitors, and any other unwanted electronics to a drop-off location near you for safe and proper electronics recycling.
As an added bonus, all recyclers can enter our raffle to win an Apple MacBook Air and can find out how to get one of our organic cotton "I Recycle NY" t-shirts. Recyclers will also receive a coupon for a special discount on an Apple Mac, iPod, or iPad, and an eco-friendly LCD from Samsung.
For details, a complete list of acceptable items, and answers to all your questions about eWaste Recycling Events, visit the Lower East Side Ecology Center's FAQ.
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January | 10 a.m. – 4 p.m. | |
|---|---|---|
| Sun 2 | Union Square Park, North Plaza (Broadway & E 17th St) | Manhattan |
| Sat 8 | East 163rd St. (btwn Southern & Bruckner Blvds) | Bronx |
| Sat 8 | Bowling Green Park (East side of Broadway at Beaver St) | Manhattan |
| Sun 9 | Queens Botanical Garden, Parking lot (entry on Crommelin St) | Queens |
| Sat 15 | Tekserve, 119 W 23rd St (btwn 6th & 7th Aves) | Manhattan |
| Sun 16 | Prospect Park West & 3rd St | Brooklyn |
| Sat 22 | Ring Garden (Riverside Drive btwn Seaman Ave. & Broadway) | Manhattan |
| Sat 22 | Habana Outpost Fulton St (btwn South Portland Ave & South Oxford St) | Brooklyn |
| Sun 23 | Lenox Hill Neighborhood House, 331E 70th St (btwn 1st & 2nd Aves) | Manhattan |
| Sun 23 | W 62nd St (btwn Columbus Ave & Broadway) | Manhattan |
The components in many electronics can be incredibly hazardous to the environment--contributing up to 70% of the toxins found in landfills--so it's important that they are properly recycled. Sponsored collection events, like these, are one of the easiest ways to properly dispose of your old gadgets in NYC. Due to funding constraints, the city's electronics recycling events and the Build It Green electronics drop-off program have been suspended.
To celebrate the event, anyone bringing electronics to be recycled can register for our raffle to win a new MacBook Air ($999 value). All participants in the event will also receive: (1) a coupon for a $25 discount on a Mac, iPad, or iPod (except iPod shuffle) purchased by March 31st, 2011. (2) an exclusive discount on an eco-friendly 23-inch LCD from Samsung, and (3) a coupon for the iconic "I Recycle NY" t-shirt, free with purchase at Tekserve.
