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homogeneous, homogenous – all of the same or similar kind or nature;  ”a close-knit homogeneous group” 

 

Was having a conversation with this eclectic woman at work.  She had the funkiest hand warmers on and I commented on them.  This led to  a discourse on how difficult it is to find unique, funky stuff in New York City.  

Seems the Village has morphed into a bunch of banks;  SoHo has a Bloomingdale’s;  Harlem is now filled with every minimum wage payin’ store chain one can think of along with African art made in China;  and,  Brooklyn is filled with 2 many Yuppies opening shops trying 2 hard to be 2 hip.  

Heck, I don’t even think you can get a hardy Bronx cheer at the new Yankee Stadium anymore considering the ticket prices.

So, I have an art show coming up on May 9.  Went downtown to Pearl Paint to pick up some funky paper on which to flow.  And - SURPRISE - Pearl’s selection was about one step up from a Hallmark store!  No more velvet paper, no more banana paper, very little of that unique funky stuff that made Pearl pop back in the day!   So has even my beloved Pearl stooped to the lowest common denominator? 

Häagen-Dazs on the Champs Elysees, KFC in Bali, a bank office opening on every corner in the the world (and I thought they were broke).  

Don’t think I’m liking this homogenized society.  Making us one is making us dumb.  Pretty soon art will all be the same, music will be the same (seems commercial music is almost there already), and we’ll all wear identical clothing.  Have you peeped Wall-E?  That’s the future if we don’t fight now (great movie too) !

 

Globalization is just “Globaligreed” yo!

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Took my son to church on Easter Sunday.  And I realized, just like when I was a child, I can’t sing hymns worth a lick!  Not quite sure what the dynamic is behind this…seems it just is.

As a child, I was pretty shy and just plain could not sing.  But as a grown up (ok, that’s debatable!), I’ve honed my skills a bit.  But when in the pews – just can’t seem to find a comfortable key.  So I end up with this whispery, no bass, half a boy contralto voice.  I sound like the other N’Synch dudes not named Justin Timberlake!  

Anybody have any technique they can share on the art of  singin’ in church?  It’s just not human for my son to listen to this!

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