malady:how food gets to you

narrator:in the 60's and 70's: new england summer; we'd make a night of it. drive a few towns over to a local fry shack. feast on fried clams, onion rings, my favorite - curly fries!

spanky: we'd make a night of it.
order at the takeout window, sit at a picnic table.

mason; it's called "eating in the comforts of nature."
delia: the other day, i rode my bike through union square park. a young boy , layers of baggy t shirts and drooping pants, was leaning against a small, white car.

green uniformed parks police were around him. 3 men, over 30....he was handcuffed.

he could have been 10...then again he could have been 12, 14, even 16.

that was his strong point, he could pass for a kid to do a young man's job

ALL TOGETHER: HE COULD HAVE BEEN 10.....12....14....16

Mason: what had he done?

delia; a small crowd had gathered around him. were they the victims, his teammembers...curious onlookers???

spanky; we love a spectacle...looking at others misfortunes, misadventures. we love a fight.
the other day a TRUCK HIT a taxi ON SECOND AVENUE. the men spilled into the street, their vehicles blocking traffic midlane....harsh loud words, a swing.....
BRAVADO
BRAGGADOCCIO
like a great italian opera.

there must be SCREAMING
WHEELS SKIDDING
LOTS OF SHOUTING

delia; but this boy just stood there. the park police gingerly tried to search his pockets, look through the layers of his urban clothing. it was difficult and awkward for them. their man size hands were too big to fit into his boy size ....

EVERYBODY TOGETHER:
his droopee loosee pants

what had he done? where did he go wrong , that he was here??
___________________________

narraor: now i'm listening to a sunday morning sermon, of all things,

mason; i'm gin-gritch good year, my friends call me woody.
if something bad happens, don't say "WHY"?
say "WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE"/!!!!!!?????
that's the sermon for today, now mama's gonna say her line:

mama: now it's time to pass the collection basket. don't be afraid to be generous. it's 4th of july weekend, and gingritch wants to buy a new car.
________________________________

narrator:
what did you do at age 8?....12?....16???
chances are you're not that different now.

delia;
young boy arrested by park police. i don't need to know anymore. i wanted to stare there, too, gawking at the spectacle.
what did he do? where did he go wrong?

spanky: his name could be, now, let's see here.....malady.....
yes the boy's name is malady.

delia; that poor boy, malady.

he was handcuffed

he's a scrawny, funny looking white boy. the cops were black.

EVERYBODY: OUTRAGE, CURIOUSITY, SPECTACLE, ENTERTAINMENT

mason: WOW, WHAT HAPPENED??!! i saw handcuffs on the boy, the small crowd seemed to know,..... they had an urban sensibility.

SPANKY: COOL. SO you saw him too/

mason; yeah i did. that's why we came to new york, isn't it???

delia; they just couldn't get their man hands into his boy sized pockets. it was becoming kind of a problem. i mean, they had to search him before they put him in their car.

mason; what had he done?
SET THE GRASS ON FIRE???

delia; i don't know. one time in a park, a crazy man was smoking pot in front of the kids...i called 311....the parks people told me 'it wasn't their job..." i should call the nypd..the police"

spanky: what did malady do? in the old days, a kid like malady would have lived in the bronx. spend his summer days sneaking into yankee stadium. sqeeze under a fence near the hot dog vendor, stand, running, now lost in the throng of pinstriped fans.

and the cops would let a few local kids do this....anyways, it's good for baseball, a good way to build life long fans....customers...of the baseball team.

mason: no, but it's really wierd. i didn't think parks police could arrest kids. besides, what could he have done?
even walmart is no longer prosecuting shoplifters who steal idems worth less than $25. i read it in the WALL STREET JOURNAL,

delia: no. mason, it was the post.

mason: ok, whatever....
______________
mason: now it's getting really wierd. i'm channelling the voice of that preacher agian,
mr. gin gritch good year.
"you can't win when it comes to food. the new york times reporter winced at paying for locally caught fish, even at the union square farmers market.
i think people really don;t want to know where their food comes from. or how it gets to them.
it's like fiji water.
it's so pure, from ancient aquifers......in the pacific islands!!!!
how do we know it's so pure.....
we could stand here all day and discuss the merits of organic and/or locally grown vegetables,
line caught fish, hand fed piglets, breast fed..

spanky: ALL RIGHT!!

delia; how come most kids are running: eating corn syrup ,corn fed....

mason: yeah like malady. so the corn syrup makes him crazy. it makes me crazy, that's why i drink all these boutique beers.made of water, grain, and booze.


i drink a beer.

now i'm starting to remember, to remember what i did when i was malady's age??

spanky; how old is he, anyways?

mason; it doesn't matter

anyways , when i was younger

if i were in a store, for boys clothing,
or boys model soldiers,
i would stare at something, not talk to anyone, with the hope and belief that someone would walk up to me and give me what i wanted , for free.

no one ever did.

now i've learned to ask.

they just say no.

this mute, staring boy.

stare , and pray long enough, and you will get what you want.

spanky: i was brought up that way, too. malady probably was,... too.....
a nice catholic boy.

mason: just stare
and pray
and you'll get what you want.

it still holds me back to this day.
______________________

narrator:
while we narrate the arrest of malady, we should project a short video of a little boy getting arrested.
maybe he's 4 years old, dressed like a skateboarder for emphasis.

delia; or we could read the lesbian scene?

spanky: should we translate?

delia: molto bene /
amiche lesbiche di brooklyn /
caio bella

mason: very well. our lesbian friends from brooklyn will be with us tonight. good bye ,love.
can i see the lesbiche di brooklyn's tit-o's???

delia;
non lo so/
non lo so/
ma
fase si!

mason: no way, no way will they say yes

spanky; italian is sexy,
no need to translate

mason: i will imagine....

delia;
va bene /
questo e il migliore

modo in cui /
fare cose a presto un bacio
ehhhh????

mason; let's make this a dance. i will read the lines, you dance
ok??

delia;
yikes, iwas joking.

mi dispiace /
las prossima volta forse.

spanky: so it really didn't get off the ground....
_________________________

delia: there was a young traveler from mexico. he found a guitar, learned to play one song. he tries to earn food money, or something.

spanky: this mexican guy, he came onto the subway car. i know he could only play one song because i used to do that , too, when i was younger and traveling, hungry.
i was new to a city, i
think it was munich,out of money.
i bought a guitar.

mason; how did you buy it? with out money??

spanky:
ok...yeAH......
so i learned one song, "universal soldier" i think...

delia: the mexican played his one song. not really a singer's voice, but he tried. he plucked a few strings. he wasn't bad at all...just not a practiced musician...
i knew..that he knew...only one song..... because after that one song he waited.
when the car pulled
up to its stop, he moved to the next car,,,as i walked away i saw him start the same routine, the same song, over again.

mason: BEAUTIFUL.
DELIA: REAL LIFE
SPANKY: PROUD, YET STUPID, TO BE WORKING FOR HIMSELF.

mason; i'm sure you'd all like to hear more of this story, and others, like my story of how i've been working 20 hours a week at a starbucks ...or a whole foods....so my family can get health insurance.
but that's not my story...but it's one reason i live here in new york city

spanky: and what about malady/ the boy??

delai: well, i called 311 to find out more about what had happened /

311 said to look it up online, at nyc.gov......

malady:how food gets to you

narrator:in the 60's and 70's: new england summer; we'd make a night of it. drive a few towns over to a local fry shack. feast on fried clams, onion rings, my favorite - curly fries!

spanky: we'd make a night of it.
order at the takeout window, sit at a picnic table.

mason; it's called "eating in the comforts of nature."
delia: the other day, i rode my bike through union square park. a young boy , layers of baggy t shirts and drooping pants, was leaning against a small, white car.

green uniformed parks police were aorund him. 3 men, over 30....he was handcuffed.

he could have been 10...then again he could have been 12, 14, even 16.

that was his strong point, he could pass for a kid to do a young man's job

ALL TOGETHER: HE COULD HAVE BEEN 10.....12....14....16

Mason: what had he done?

delia; a small crowd had gathered around him. were the victims, his teammembers...curious onlookers???

spanky; we love a spectacle...looking at others misfortunes, misadventures. we love a fight.
the other day a TRUCK HIT a taxi ON SECOND AVENUE. the men spilled into the street, their vehicles blocking traffic midlane....harsh loud words, a swing.....
BRAVADO
BRAGGADOCCIO
like a grea italian opera.

there must be SCREAMING
WHEELS SKIDDING
LOTS OF SHOUTING

delia; but this boy just stood there. the park police gingerly tried to search his pockets, look through the layers of his urban clothing. it was difficult and awkward for them. their man size hands were too big to fit into his boy size ....

EVERYBODY TOGETHER:
his droopee loosee pants

what had he done? where did he go wrong , that he was here??
___________________________

narraor: now i'm listening to a sunday morning sermon, of all things,

mason; i'm gin-gritch good year, my friends call me woody.
if something bad happens, don't say "WHY"?
say "WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE"/!!!!!!?????
that's the sermon for today, now mama's gonna say her line:

mama: now it's time to pass the collection basket. don't be afraid to be generous. it's 4th of july weekend, and gingritch wants to buy a new car.
________________________________

narrator:
what did you do at age 8?....12?....16???
chances are you're not that different now.

delia;
young boy arrested by park police. i don't need to know anymore. i wanted to stare there, too, gawking at the spectacle.
what did he do? where did he go wrong?

spanky: his name could be, now, let's see here.....malady
yes the boy's name is malady.

delia; that poor boy, malady. he was handcuffed

he's a scrawny, funny looking white boy. the cops were black.

EVERYBODY: OUTRAGE, CURIOUSITY, SPECTACLEM ENTERTAINMENT

mason: WOW, WHAT HAPPENED??!! i saw handcuffs on the boy, the small crowd seemd to know, they also had an urban sensibility.

SPANKY: COOL. SO you saw him too/
mason; yeah i did. that's why we came to new york, isn't it???

delia; they just couldn't get their man hands into his boy sized pockets. it was becoming kind of problem. imean, they had top search him before they put him in thier car.

mason; what had he done? SET THE GRASS ON FIRE???

delia; i don't know. one time in a park, a crazy man was smoking pot in front of the kids...i called 311....the parks people told me 'it wasn't their job..." i should call the nypd..the police"

spanky: what did malady do? in the old days, a kid like malady would have lived in the bronx. spend his summer days sneaking into yankee stadium. sqeeze under a fence near the hot dog vendor, stand, running, now lost in the throng of pinstriped fans.

and the cops would let a few local kids do this....anyways, it's good for baseball, a good way to build life long fans....customers...of the baseball team.

mason: no, but it's really wierd. i didn't think parks police could arrest kids. besides, what could he have done?
even walmart is no longer prosecuting shoplifters who steal idems worth less than $25. i read it in the WALL STREET JOURNAL,

delia: no. mason, it was the post.

mason: ok, whatever....
______________
mason: now it's getting really wierd. i'm channelling the voice of that preacher agian, mr. gin gritch good year.
"you can't win when it comes to food. the new york times reporter winced at paying for locally caught fish, even at the union square farmers market.
i think people really don;t want to know where their food comes from. or how it gets to them.
it's like fiji water.
it's so pure, from ancient aquifers......in the pacific islands!!!!
how do we know it's so pure.....
we could stand here all day and discuss the merits of organic and/or locally grown vegetables,
line caught fish, hand fed piglets, breast fed..

spanky: ALL RIGHT!!

delia; how come most kids are running eating corn syrup ,corn fed....

mason: yeah like malady. so the corn syrup makes him crazy. it makes me crazy, that's why i drink all these boutique beers.made of water, grain, and booze.

now i'm starting to remember, to remember what i did when i was malady's age??

spanky; how old is he, anyways?

mason; it doesn't matter

anyways

if i were in a store, for boys clothing, or boys model soldiers, i would stare at something, not talk to anyone, with the hope and belief that someone would walk up to me and give me what i wanted , for free.

no one ever did.

now i've learned to ask.

they just say no.

this mute, staring boy.

stare , and pray long enough, and you will get what you want.

spanky: i was brought up that way, too. malady probably was, too.....
a nice catholic boy.

mason: just stare and pray and you'll get what you want.

it still hold sme back to this day.
______________________

narrator:
while we narrate the arrest of malady, we should project a short video of a little boy getting arrested.
maybe he's 4 years old, dressed like a skateboarder for emphasis.

delia; or we could read the lesbian scene?
spanky: should we translate?

delia: molto bene
amiche lesbiche di brooklyn
caio bella

mason: very well. our lesbian friends from brooklyn will be with us tonight. good bye love.
can i see the lesbiche di brooklyn's tit-o's???

delia;
non lo so
non lo so
ma
fase si!

mason: no way, no way will they say yes

spanky; italian is sexy,
no need to translate

mason: i will imagine....

delia;
va bene
questo e il migliore

modo in cui
fare cose a presto un bacio
ehhhh????

mason; let's make this a dance. i will read the lines, you dance
ok??

delia;
yikes, iwas joking.

mi dispiace
las prossima volta forse.

spanky: so it really didn't get off the ground....
_________________________

delia: there was a young traveler from mexico. he found a guitar, learned to play one song. he tries to earn food money, or somehting.
spanky: this mexican guy, he came onto the subway car. i know he could only play one song because i used to do that , too, when i was younger and traveling, hungry.
i was new to a city, ithink it was munich,out of money.
i bought a guitar.

mason; how did you buy it? with out money??

spanky:
ok...yeAH......
so i learned one song, "universal soldier" i think...

delia: the mexican played his one song. not really a singer's voice, but he tried. he plucked a few strings. he wasn't bad at all...just not a practiced musician...
i knew..that he knew...only one song because after that one song he waited. when the car pulledup to its stop, he moved to the next car,,,as i walked away i saw him start the same routine, the same song, over again.

mason: BEAUTIFUL.
DELIA: REAL LIFE
SPANKY: PROUD, YET STUPID TO BE WORKING FOR HIMSELF.

mason; i'm sure you'd all like to hear more of this story, and others, like my sotry of how i've been working 20 hours a week at a starbucks ...or a whole foods....so my family can get health insurance.
but that's not my story...but it's one reason i live here in new york city

spanky: and what about malady/ the boy??

delai: well, i called 311 to find out more about what had donee

they said it wasn't their

malady:how food gets to you notes

in the 60's and 70's: new england summer: we'd make a night of it. drive a few towns over to a local fry shack. feast on fried clams, onion rings, my favorite curly fries...we'd make a night of it.

order at the take out window, sit at a picnnic table. eating in the comforts of nature.

the other day i rode my bike through union square park. a young boy, uban clothes: layers of baggy t shirts and drooping pants. he was leaning against an official looking small, white car. green uniformed parks police were around him. 3 men, all over 30. he was handcuffed. he could have been 10 , he was small and scRAWNY, THEN AGAIN HE COULD HAVE BEEN 12 -14 EVEN 16.....THAT was his strong point, maybe that he could pass for a kid but do a young mans job.

what had he done?

a small crowd had gathered around him. were they the victims, or his teammembers? or just curious onlookers.?

we love a spectacle ,...looking on at others misfortunes, misadventures. we love a fight. th eother daY A TRUCK HI A TAXI ON SECOND AVENUE. THE MEN SPILLED OUT onto the street, ther vehicles blocking traffic midlane, harsh loud words a swing bravado bragga doccio like a great itlaian opera. ther emust be screaming, wheels skidding, lots of loud noise...

but this boy just stood there

the park \police gingerly trie dot search his pockets, look through his layrs of clothing
it was difficult and awkard for them, their hands were too big to fit into the boy sized openings

his drooping loose-ee pants

what had he done/ where did we go wrong that he was here??

________

i'l gingritch goo dyear, my friends call me woody. if something bad happens, dont's say "why"?
say where do we go from here!!??
that's the sermon for today,now mam's gonna say her line

mama:now it's time to pass the collection basket.don't be afraid to be generous. it's 4th of july weekend and i want to buy a new car.__
__________

what did you like to do at age 8? 12? 16?
chances are you're not that different now


YOUNG BOY arrested by park police. i don't need to know anymore. i wanted to stare there, gawking at the spectacle.
what did he do? where did we go wrong?
boy's name , couldbe....."MALADY".
)(on projectionscreen , 2 lesbians)

that poor boy, malady.
he was handcuffed, the park police were searching through th epockets of his droopee loose-ee pants

urban casualty
how old is he?
what did you like to do at age 8? 12? 16?

malady is a scrawny, funny looking boy
he was leaning up against a white car, with 3 green cops around him.

outrage
curiousity
spectacle
entertainment
wow!what had happened?
i saw handcuffs on the boy
the small crowd seemed to know, they also had an urban sensibility
were they his friends? his handlers?
his betrayers?

MALADY!!!!!!!!

his pockets were so deep, he had on 2 or 3 layers of clothing,
had he stolen clothing?
the parks police were being carefulas they searched his pockets, through several layers of baggy t shirts
careful not to humiliate him
they just oculdn't get their man hands into that boy's boy sized pockets

____________
what had he done , to get arrested by the parks police??

SET THE GRASS ON FIRE??

_______________

you cant' win when it comes to food. the ny times criticized the long island fishmonger. if he winced at paying for locally caught fish tha thad been trawled, how could he ever ante up the cash for line caught fish?? people really don't want to know where their food comes from, or how it gets to them. like fiji water- so pure, ancient aquifiers...we could discuss the merits of local, organic , line caught, hand fed , breast fed....

but most kids are running around eating corn syrup, corn fed

-----_____________

when iwas a young, malady age

if i were in a store, boys clothing, or boys model soldeir shop, i would stare at soemthng, not talk to anyone, with th ehope aND BELIEF THat someone would walk up to me and give me what i wnated for free

no one ever did

now i'v elearned to ask

they jus tsay no

this mute, staring boy

stare and pray hard enough and you will get what you want

i was brought up that way, you know. malady probably was too. a nice catholic boy
just stare and pray and you'll get what you want

it still holds me back to this day
________________
film: while wenarrate the arrest of malady, we shoudl project a short video of a little kid getting arrested
maybe a 4 yea rold oboy dressed like a teeneager for emphasis

_____
now the itlalain lesbian scene

should we translate?

molto bene
amiche lesbiche di brooklyn
caio bello

very well. our lesbain friends froim brooklyn will be with us tongiht. good bye love.

can i see the lesbiche di brooklyn's tito's??
non lo so
non lo so
ma
farse si!

no way
noway, will they say yes

italian is sexy
no need to translate
i will imagine

va bene
questo e il migliore
modo in cui
fare cose a presto un bacio

????

let's make this into a dance. i will read the lines, you dance

yikes, i was joking. mi dispiace
la prossima volta forse.

________________________

young traveler from mexico.
he found a guitar, learned to play one song. tries to earn food money ro soemthing. this mexican guy, he came onto the subeay car. i know he copuld only play one song becasue i sued to do that too when i was younger and travelkng, hungry
i was new to a city ourt of money in munich i bought a guitar..how did i buy it??
i lkearnd 1 song
"a"universal soldier"
the mexican played his one song, not really a singers voice but he tried. he plcuked a few strings. he wasn;t bad at all jus tnopt a practiced musican. after the one song he waited, he car pulle dup tpo a stop, he moved tpo the next car and as the i walked away i saw him start over the same routine the same soong

beautiful
real life
proud yet stupid tobe working for himself

________________
appropriate subjects for dinner conversation

how many miles hve you logged this week (running)
discussion about the poresident
fvorite movies/recent movies you'v eseen

not appropriate
family questions 9maybe someone died and you didn';t know)
favorite books (most peple dont read books or if they do you will argue about it)
matters of finace ( most people are terrified that people will know their true fiances)
anything that might requirea group decision (like what kind of wine to buy)



I'm sure you'd all like to hear my stroy, of how i've been wokring at starbucks, 20 hours a week, so my family can get ehalth insurance. but that's not my story. it's one reason i liv ein nyc......