sledding in ft. greene park, on home-made trash sleds (courtesy of "62"). running around, falling down, wrestling, laughing, and trying to get down a hill on various precarious assemblages of debris. . . it's amazing how much fun can be had with some trash and friends. and no significant injuries, except for the one girl that flew off the six-foot wall at the end of the park. . . the face is not the best thing to land on. look for "62" in the upcoming "Other America" exhibition at Exit Art in february.



hear it to believe it people. . . a song about the tsunami survivors calling them "chinks" and telling them their children are going to be sold into slavery. all thanks to nyc morning radio. this country can be pretty messed up sometimes. there's a ton of banter/arguing between members of the "morning crew" before the song starts. . . but there it is at the end, in all it's glory.


There was a time when the sun was shining bright
So I went down to the beach to catch me a tan
Then the next thing I knew, a wave twenty feet high
Came and washed your country away

And all at once you could hear the screaming chinks
And no one was safe from the wave
There were Africans drowning, little Chinamen swept away
You could hear God laughing, "Swim, you bitches, swim!"

So now you're screwed, it's the tsunami
You better run or kiss your ass away, go find your mommy
I just saw her float by, a tree went through her head
and now your children will be sold to child slavery (2X)

• Miss Jones In The Morning Crew (Hot 97) - Tsunami
(alternative source)

* Update: it looks like the whole crew got canned for this. . . big surprise.

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1 comment:

  1. those sleds are fucking amazing!!!!!!!!!!
    when i lived in boston, there was this ghetto park by my house (by boston standards) and a bunch of kids came out with trash bin lids and sled. but the best was some local bikers came with ski's attached to a bike frame and rode the hill. brilliance.