Sunday, September 20, 2009

Score Truck

(Pictured: Score Truck w/ Hideki Matsui & Derek Jeter) 

Over at Bronx Banter, Hank Waddles started a revolution by mistake.  In one of his posts, he inadvertently misspelled a word while commenting on measuring the team's ability to score.  Some of the eagle-eyed (and sarcastic) followers picked up on this mistake, turning the phrase "Score Truck" into a running gag for when the Yankees scored a boatload of runs in one inning; something that they seemed to have been doing a lot of since the All-Star break.  Soon it evolved into a rally cry; whenever the Yankees fell behind in a game, someone would comment about hoping the Score Truck would make a delivery, and more often than not it would. It has now become a permanent member of the Bronx Banter lexicon.

Since Hank recently confirmed he is the genius who originated the Score Truck, I felt it would be nice to utilize my art skills to offer a tribute to his amazing contribution to the Banter community.  Hopefully, the phrase will make it's way out of the blogsphere and into the real world; perhaps a homemade t-shirt or a banner that pops up during a YES gamecast.  It would be even better if the phrase were to be uttered by one of any number of players or sportscasters during or after a game; this would be a fitting tribute to the genius that evolves from the Banter.

I do think big.

At any rate, here's my tribute to Hank Waddles' Score Truck, the latest sensation of and from Bronx banter.  Oh, and if any Banter members want to clear up the story of it's origin, please feel free to leave a comment.  Enjoy! >;)

Friday, September 18, 2009

Right Now, I Feel Like...

Another bout with depression.  I don't have the words; rather I do, but I suffer too much doubt about what the reaction would be.  I'll sum it up like this: "If I don't talk about my depression with you, it's not because I don't think you care.  It's simply that you and I both know you can't do anything about it."  

I've talked about this before in a previous post; I live with depression because I can't afford to live anywhere else. In moments like these, I can't tell the difference between my dreams and the afterlife.  When I'm awake, I wonder if I'm living in reality or experiencing a long practical joke.  I question the existence of God, spirits and myself.  The only thing I'm certain of during these moments is that I am depressed.  In order to feel anything, I play songs with sad melodies; other types of music only make me angry at the idea that I'm ignoring or masking something important.  And hey, it's easy to say "get over it" or "get help, go see a counselor."  But unless you have health insurance to offer me for free, please keep those reflexes to yourself.  I am a freelancer/temp worker, which means that if nothing else I have a vested interest in how President Obama manages to deal with health care reform and the public option. 

Let's not kid ourselves, folks.  You know people who are like me who have "issues"; who either cannot or do not deal with those issues.  I fall in the cannot category simply because I cannot afford to see a counselor.  Sliding scales are more like slippery slopes to me.  And unless you can afford to see a counselor, there are no options.  Period.  You just have to learn to ride it out and try to keep the damage to a minimum.  And maybe you're a friend who wants to help, but you either don't want to get involved too deeply, or you simply don't know what to do.  I appreciate the thought, but again, I already know you can't help for whatever reason, so it's best not to mention it. 

So, for all intents and purposes, I am not well, but I will be in a little while because like all eclipses, it's just a moment in time.  Scary to look at up close, but marvelous from beginning to end.  I'll start talking again when the sun shines again.  Wish me the best! >;) 

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

What's Up?

Obviously, blog writing is not gonna be my be-all-to-end-all, being that what I tend to write about is generally personal and revealing; i.e. boring to most since I'm not yet a celebrity or historically important. That does not mean I'm contemplating shutting this down, as there are a few people who have loyally followed our updates, but I am thinking of making some tweaks here and there. I won't tell you what they are, but they will come. I hate being unproductive, so during my down-time professionally, I will make updates as soon as I can.

In the meantime, I will share with you that I've been seriously considering leaving the states altogether; with the economy not benefiting me professionally and personally, plus my ever-growing intolerance with stupidity and greed, and lastly with being subjected to dispiriting attitudes around and above, I'm planning on taking a soul-searching trip somewhere off-shores for a little while; perhaps Ghana or South Africa, perhaps France or Spain, perhaps Japan, or perhaps (gasp) Havana, maybe even Rio. Of course those things won't happen until I get some moolah in place, and the one dispiriting thing that is making me contemplate all this is that I've never been able to put together a whole lot of money that I can take a vacation of any sort and still meet my obligations. Hell, sometimes I can't even meet the obligations. It's not a good life here, that's for sure.

One of my buddies has been in my ear about NOT leaving, because he thinks I'm just trying to escape my problems; it'll be the same no matter where I go. I'm tired of explaining to him that going elsewhere is not to escape, but to discover; that a vacation, sabbatical or otherwise "let's get da hell outta here!" is not a retreat or admission of defeat, but a regrouping to find and put together the tools you need to overcome the obstacles to your goals. The way I see it, I have nothing to lose but my life, and that can easily happen here (NYC) just as anywhere else. But I'm looking outside the system for a chance; L.A. is no better off than NYC in terms of the economy and the foolishness, though the opportunities may still be far more abundant than in New York. I have other friends who, despite the report of a massive exodus of projects from the West Coast, are packing up and leaving here for there, simply because they can't stand it here and they are more inclined to find work there. I think I understand, and if need be I will leave everything behind to find what I need and return like a king.

But that's not the be all to end all. Hollywood is just a pit-stop. The world is where I need to go to satisfy my intellectual curiosity and my emotional well-being. That I still haven't traveled further north than Boston, further south than Atlanta or further west than San Francisco is a travesty I intend to make right. Some people never leave the city they were born in. The travesty is not in that, but the intentions not being met. I intend to travel the world and document what I see or tell stories where I go. If I can't do that, then what's the point?

To that end, I'm starting a photo album here if I can in order to document the nouns I've seen so far. I've seen a lot of things, but in my mind I see them artfully. Maybe it's not realistic, but then again what is real? My mind sees these nouns as an artist would look at a canvas; endless possibilities for a location or a painting, a sketch or a story. Even some things that appear mundane could have appeal if the setting is right; especially if you're seeing it for the very first time.

All I need is jet fuel and a way to earn it. We'll see...