Armageddon was pretty uneventful this year — other than the fact that I’m suffering from the need of an apicoectomy. That’s a dental procedure. It hurts like holy hell, which is why I didn’t get it when I was supposed to. That’s why I’m in trouble now for waiting so long.
So…happy Armageddon to me — know what’m sayin’? At least I got to listen to our favorite Armageddon holiday song . It’s really hardcore, so only those who are interested in adding it to their holiday selection, please, enjoy:
As expected on this holiday of Armageddon, I experienced a small degree of existential angst, which I’d say wasn’t eventful. That’s what this day’s about anyway. Angst comes, and she goes — that’s what they told me in Harlem Hospital the day I was born. It was during the Welcome-to-the-World speech that they gave to all the newborns back in 1962 – haha!
Harlem Hospital used to be the best place to go for gun shot wounds because they happened with frequency then. So they were better prepared for it. Harlem was very different during that period.
Ever see Cotton Comes to Harlem? Well, that’d give you an idea. Maybe. My mom grew up there, not far from Frankie Lymon of Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers. My dad lived on Convent Avenue, though he wasn’t born and raised in Harlem like my mother.
The Harlem area was originally inhabited by the Manhattan Native people. The Dutch came later and called it Haarlem (Haaaaaaahhhhrlem!). Fast forward to the Great Migration when Blacks came there from the south, then there was the Harlem Renaissance era. My grandparents migrated to Harlem from the south during the later period of migration. The depressed era in Harlem happened after the Renaissance.
Now the era in Harlem is the one that’s too rich for me to live in! Haha! You should see some of those brownstones, they’re palaces. Nothing stays the same in this world. Not even me.
I’ve come out of my angst to a period of excitement and wide possibilities. See how that worked? Evolution. Cool.
Bill Clinton had an office in Harlem. I think that was at the start of its gentrification. Glad you’re stepping out of your angst.
Yes he did — on 125th Street. I saw him in person when I worked at Riverside Church and he had a speech there. His charisma was palpable energy!
He still has that office in Harlem.
Yeah, I guess I figured he was still there. I should hang outside of his office to get a feel of that charisma again — it was absolutely unreal!
I guess…interesting man…interesting family! xoxoM
oooooh did you mom ever heard of Frankie Manning or Norma Miller? Perhaps your mom is too young for that. The Savoy closed in 1958, was she born yet?
Also, sorry to hear about your dental woes 😦
I’ve got to ask her about this — she was born by this time. Thanks for the dental sympathy — well, at least I’m not in pain. It’s just this swelling sensation that has my imagination going all over the place. I’ve got to get that appointment.
Oh, glad to hear I’m not in pain. Pain sucks.
I need some dental work too but dentists are not covered here and it’s very expensive. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve very happy we have universal health care.
But can you believe it’s actually cheaper to fly to Colombia and get it done there than to pay for everything here?
Wow! Maybe I’ll consider that! I have insurance but it doesn’t cover the extensive work that I need. Oh well! Good luck to us both!
Yeah, it’s insane. Good to luck to us indeed!
And happy Holidays to you. Hope 2013 is a great year for you. Hugs, my friend 🙂
Happy Holidays! And I hope the same for you SSG! ~Hugs~ xoxo
Enjoy this period! (but still do go to the dentist.)
Bises from Angstown,
‘Angstown’ — haha! Gotta take care of those dental woes.
“urrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh URHHHH… DESTRUCTIONNNNNNNN”
Too few Christmas Carols cares for headbangers. Thanks you Sandee.
Ain’t that the truth — I’ll just have to make sure to dig up a collection of songs for the headbangers around this time of year. Maybe I’ll make up a song or two myself.
🙂 except for the mouth pain-hope that ends soon, unlike the world-full circle!:)
That dental procedure sounds horrendous. I just had four fillings replaced from my candy-filled childhood and the dentist hit a nerve while numbing me up. Holy mother fucker that hurt. Put off the work as long as you can.
The procedure IS horrendous! When I googled it, these awful images came up! ‘Candy-filled childhood’ — I totally relate to that! Good times, good times… The dentist hit a nerve?! — Wow-wee — Holy mother fucker — is right — shit! — I’ve had that happen before. It’s everyone’s dental nightmare. At least you only had filling issues.
I sympathize with your dental woes. And the attendant insurance problems.
I have jury duty this week, but we have a system here where you call the courthouse the day before, and they tell you whether or not you have to come in. If you make it through the whole week without getting called in, you’re done; if you get called in but don’t get on a jury, you’re done. And since this is Christmas week, two days are already “don’t come in.” It’s still a pain, but much less of one.
Merry Christmas to all of us, in spite of life interfering. And thanks for the happy Armageddon song. Can’t have enough of those.
Goodness gracious that is a nuisance. Life will be life — like you say — Merry Christmas to us all in spite of it! I’m glad you dig the festive Armageddon ditty 🙂