Construction for renovated playground displaces kids and bums alike

Vesuvio Playground is across the street from my apartment at the corner of Spring and Thompson. It’s was a classic NYC playground, and a hot-spot of neighborhood activity– lots of kids playing on the swings, old people sitting on the benches, and high-school kids playing handball in the yard.

Sadly, it’s been under construction for about six months (ground breaking was back in May), and the project isn’t due to finish until late next year! All the old people have been displaced to the stoops across the street, and the high school kids are just lounging up against the fences. I think it’s a disgrace that the city low-balls these park-renovation contracts. There’s never been more than two or three guys working on the site at any one time. And anyway, all they have done is replacing the fencing rehabbing the concrete surfaces– a competent company should have been able to finish the job in about three weeks. Instead, the city accepts the lowest bid, from a company with two employees, and the project ends up disrupting the community for a year. Ridiculous– it would never happen in a neighborhood with better local organization, like the West Village or Park Slope– but because SoHo is totally dysfunctional, we’re just going to have to live with it.

I think when it is finished, the neighborhood will rejoice in the new pool facilities for kids (I’m not allowed unless I am supervising a rugrat), refinished handball and basketball courts and some new padding for all those scuffed knees n elbows playing on the new jungle gym thingys…

JetBlue’s gonna drop the Pressure

I’m early at JFK which these days is a fact of air travel because of the time discrepency every trip through airport security can present it self. I walked through the line quicker than I ever have but of course this round, I checked everything except my laptop. As I walked into the JetBlue terminal, I hear cheesy trance filling the open areas. Finding an open stool at the Deep Blue Sushi bar in the terminal, its apparent to me it’s the bartender’s iPod choice in music and from look, impression and music, I gather she’s a frequenter of the Jersey shore and South Beach, Miami… (I can say that because I find out later its the truth).

As I’m enjoying the free wifi, writing this post, and sippin on a level-n-cran the next track drops – “Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure!” repeats the vocal over the Stanton Warrior’s Remix of Mylo’s “drop the pressure” (the best mix of this track in my opinion). My first thought is, nice ok the bartender has a smidgen of taste. Then I’m thinking is the sushi bar crowd and even the rest of the terminal concerned about “muthafuckas” too… I look around and no. It’s now obvious to me that the repetative boring trance has put all the awaiting passengers into a lull and they don’t notice 1) the infectious beat and 2) the plethora of “muthafuckas” shouting through the terminal. Or is it 3) this is JFK in New York the most forward thinking and international city in the states – there’s nothing that should be of concern here.

I’d like to believe its three and that some how some way this mentality could spread to the rest of this country… I can dream I guess

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