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by Anonymous*: Glug glug glug? Both Walter Benjamin and Hannah Arendt believed it so, yes, but throughout the 1960s and into the early ’70s, I was a HUGE Beach Boys fan, thus I vastly prefer “Chug-A-Lug” (Chug-A-Lug). To those who disagree another term at the Gravesend School of Doo-Wop might be in order. “Fuck that, […]

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What do I know about Queens? Besides every goddamn splinter in the boardwalk between Beach 116th and Beach 88th streets, and the memory of the mysteries (to a little kid) of Spanish girls at Playland, not too much. If that’s still a little more than, say, a “neighborhood blogger,” well… I thought that all city […]

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Congratulations to the family and friends of activist Janet Jagan on a life meaningfully lived; Janet died last week in Georgetown at the age of 88. Janet was, of course, not only the former President of Guyana, but also the cousin and subject of our good friend Suzanne Wasserman’s documentary film, Thunder In Guyana (2003). […]

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Caz Dolowicz explains: Greetings from a secret location in Pinellas County, Florida, where I keep my winter quarters and where from, today, I’d like to introduce the new staff of Who Walk In Brooklyn. Over the weeks, months and years to (is a preposition) come (is a verb), I hope all of them will become […]

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The Music Director serenades: Just when ya’ll thought it was safe to go back into the water, strange things are happening all over again. First, our good friend and recent interviewee, Suzanne Wasserman, will be appearing at the Brooklyn Historical Society tonight and speaking briefly during an evening of film. The BHS is located at […]

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Berenice “The Abbott”/BZA breaks it down. All across the Brooklyn black belt (if you gotta ask… we can talk about it another time) the excitement is so thick in the air you can taste it. Tastes like jerk chicken? Often, yes, but not always. The Haitians have their goat, & once this clown over on […]

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Junius Van Sinderen cleans up the mess. Greetings, blog people. Due to circumstances beyond the control of mere Ombudsman & Mrs. Manicotti’s cats (Mango, Percy & Kingfish) alike, some nations were accidentally excluded from Brian Berger’s Mighty Sparrow Appreciation & West Indian Day Parade preview post yesterday. Foremost among these was Grenada, one-time vacation spot […]

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streets are watching. The Publisher peeks too. The signs— & the flags— are all around us. They come from Trinidad & Tobago, Jamaica, St. Lucia, St. Vincent & the Bahamas. In Haiti & Brooklyn too they speak Creole or French. On Franklin Avenue in Crown Heights where Panama still runs the game, it might be […]

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Swan’s signs of the vernacular: ya’ll don’t have to read ‘em but life is a lot funnier if you do. For now, let’s just say that somewhere in Kings County— it could be Vanderbilt Avenue, it could be Van Brunt Street, it could be Varkens Hook— the Brooklyn Department of Transportation (BDOT) has begun talking […]

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Everyone goes home barefoot; Swan explains: Alright, I can’t front: I erred, badly. But Berenice “The Abbott”/BZA is the photographer, I just tap this or that button & hope for the best. Sometimes it works & sometimes… ya’ll should make sure the camera is charged. So while I intended to offer ya’ll dozens of the […]

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