tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post4040062271945570692..comments2024-01-13T15:41:06.242-05:00Comments on A Short Story: The Cause of... and solution to... all of life's problemsAaron Shorthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01375960187452489467noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post-60622191769533989352009-10-16T12:06:32.864-04:002009-10-16T12:06:32.864-04:00Correct, I meant guardian of said children. They w...Correct, I meant guardian of said children. They were kids of people there to oppose the tapas bar, and were probably intended to tug at the heartstrings of all the bad bad people that approve of a liquor license for the restaurant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post-49758737926681329022009-10-15T23:41:58.147-04:002009-10-15T23:41:58.147-04:00You mean the parent/accompanying ADULT of the 7 ye...You mean the parent/accompanying ADULT of the 7 year old, I hope? Cause I'm sure that poor kid didn't want to be there either.<br /><br />People: They're called babysitters. AKA friends and neighbors, often happy to trade babysitting favors occasionally. Consider it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post-41034282235691015222009-10-15T18:30:07.242-04:002009-10-15T18:30:07.242-04:00I wish you would have added that we were in the mi...I wish you would have added that we were in the midst of several contagious illness bearers (most likely). Whoever it is that deems it okay to bring sick , coughing , sneezing children to this meeting are self centered a-holes. ( The 7 year old that cried for half an hour, and then went out to the sidewalk to vomit was especially WRONG to do so)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post-35412007656091380092009-10-15T16:36:03.903-04:002009-10-15T16:36:03.903-04:00Hoch is such a colossal moron. As if being a middl...Hoch is such a colossal moron. As if being a middle class white guy from Forest Hills gives him some kind of street cred as the Voice of Indigenous Williamsburg. He's a total joke.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395890177860908976.post-7847003065836465642009-10-15T11:10:52.364-04:002009-10-15T11:10:52.364-04:00Thank you so much for the Danny Hoch background. ...Thank you so much for the Danny Hoch background. I didn't make the connection until I read this. <br /><br />I will admit there was a certain poetic-quality to his presentation (even if, as a Community Board Member who hails from Detroit, I didn't quite understand why he kept talking about people from Michigan being outsiders -- maybe it had subconsciously to do with a debate regarding the origins of hip hop culture?) The rhythm of his compelling speech also reminded me a young Bob Dylan Bootleg poem called "Last thoughts on Woody Guthrie," obviously of a entirely different theme -- but something about the progression of images...<br /><br />Okay, another angle on this story would have been the Henry Miller aspect -- which I never really knew about until last night. It's Henry's ghost (and that of his children) that's haunting that part of Williamsburg.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com