Local hiphop duo Bern Biz and Plexo, better also known as MAYDAY! seem to have broken some type of record over at youtube: 2 million + views in 3 days!!! And not with your typical self-depracating, overtly fascetious youtube video blog entry, but theirs is an actual music video shot in Miami, about days in the 305.
This made enough noise for the New York Times and ABC News to take note of it.
It’s good to see these guys getting some press time.
I actually heard this on Channel 4 News. There was a special report. The scene from the air is this: A yellow school bus crashed inside a house (see photo above), a blue van is on its side feet away, a white car is crashed and totaled, a child is on the ground.
Rob Hanrahan, the anchor, says to the reporter on the scene: “Was the van involved in the crash? Was the house involved?” Duh. Yes, the van on its side, feet from the bus and the crashed house were involved.
True story. It just happened. More here.
Mi familia estuvo la semana pasada de visita en mi casa de Miami. Preparé, según yo, un itinerario inolvidable; Key West, Fort Lauderdale, Miami Downtown, el típico paseo por la bahía para conocer las casas de los ricos y famosos, y por supuesto, la visita a los parques de Disney y Estudios Universales en Orlando. Todo muy bien, solo que el comentario final después de los parques, fue que Disney no cumplió las expectativas que cada uno tenía respecto a la poco sofisticada, pero no por ello menos interesante, visita.
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It’s a shame that the powers that be in Coral Gables want to change the quaint City Beautiful into New York City. The overdevelopment is really getting out of hand. All you see are high rise cranes and massive cement structures going up blocking the sky and present skyline.
You can see the other buildings in the distance being blocked by this new structure on Douglas Road near Miracle Mile. I rememember when the location was an Indian restaurant and an old fashioned gas station, a la the Andy Griffith Show. Now it’s another mega structure destroying the quality of life, shading the streets and adding traffic and congestion.
I snapped this shot on Monday morning just after takeoff from MIA to Bogota. Seems I left at a good time - avoiding the storms of later Monday as well as other high profile airport incidents.
The Hurricane “Sales Tax Holiday” begins Sunday and ends June 1, 2006.
Sales tax will not be charged for purchases of hurricane supplies during this period. Items include flashlights, radios, tarps, fuel containers, batteries, low-end generators, etc. Stores should have the lists posted.
It’s a good time to stock up on items you do need and save money at the same time.
(Although I am currently in Miami, I’ve written this by jogging the memory of my last visit home)
This could have been me. This could have been you.
I am standing in front of a dirt grave that is sloppily marked with a brick-sized piece of cement with the engravings “John Doe 15-20.” These are the plots of the anonymous. The first number marks the row and the second number marks the column where the brick belongs. The only thing known about them is that they came across daunting desert terrain from Mexico, Central, and South America in hopes of some better life with an adequate amount of food, shelter, and clothing for their family and that they didn’t make it. I look to my left then I look to my right and I see these rows and columns of soft dirt marked only with the blocks that any punk kid could kick over to the next grave in a nonchalant act of boredom.
This is the resting ground of the unsuccessful immigrant. The name: Potter’s Field.
The setting is in a simple graveyard, naked of any afterthought of the dead. The border of the place is un-kept desert land filled with tumbleweeds and un-kept farmland filled with broken down farm equipment. Down the dirt pathway outside of the graveyard, you come across a wall of poisonous oleanders. Just beyond this wall is a quaint, small-town cemetery filled with ornate headstones and freshly placed flowers. A well-manicured lawn and a large American flag justly decorate the place. As you walk out you see the sign “Terrace Park Cemetery.” Then it is a desert agricultural paradise all around you.
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As a way to clear my mind of some sudden misfortune in my family’s life circumstance I had gone to Morningside Park a few days ago to jog around its dirt path. I remember when just after Wilma had hit the large Banyan trees had fallen like dead soldiers on the ground. Like toppled totems, they had lay in rows, defeated with branches and leaves smooshed on the beautiful park’s lawn. That night of my jog there were smaller totems that stuck out of the ground. Yellow-Crowned Night-Herons have made this their private park in the after-hours. Like an Indian prince turned to a bird by a witch’s spell, they boast one royal yellow feather atop their jet black head streaked with a solid paint stroke of white underneath their red scotopic eyes. The “No Trespassing After Sunset” sign doesn’t adhere to the avian world.
“Three percent of the world population in 2000 were born in a territory different to where they now live: one hundred and seventy-four million people have moved to a new territory. The United States receives the highest number of international immigrants (people born in another territory and no longer resident there).”
Worldmapper tiene una particular manera de mostrarnos el mundo:
From CBS4 News:
Miami City Commissioner Johnny Winton has been arrested, charged with disorderly conduct and Battery on a Law Enforcement officer, following an alleged scuffle with police at Miami International Airport. Winton was taken to Jackson Memorial Hospital for treatment after he allegedly slipped and injured his head. A Miami-Dade police spokesperson says Winton was intoxicated.
