Beneath the heart of Wall Street, urban youth let loose in a basement club directly below the crumbles of the United States financial market. On the first Thursday of every month, Remix hosts a house dance competition, where b-boys, b-girls, and the younger generation of New Yorkers come to spin, break, and wack to hip-hop and house beats.
I can’t stop missing Brad lately. I think it’s the changing seasons.
There’s a lot to write about, now, almost two years afterwards. There are still so many questions left unanswered. Yesterday, the La Comisión Nacional de los Derechos Humanos (CNDH) released a report finding that the Attorney General for the State of Oaxaca committed irregularities during the investigation of his murder.
Also last week, a badly decomposed body identified as 20-year-old Marcella Grace Eiler was found 80 miles south of Oaxaca City. Marcella had lived for a month with the family of a person who witnessed Brad’s murder, and the details about her killing are still murky. A man named Omar Yoguez Singu has confessed to killing her with a machete after an argument.
Both had worked to support and document the fight of la Asamblea Popular de los Pueblos de Oaxaca (APPO).
Here’s an interview with Brad, from years ago, talking about pirate radio and the FCC.
I’ll blog more tomorrow, with more on what’s been happening since his murder.
So Redux called me an hour before the debate tonight, asking me to cover a Young Republicans of New York-sponsored debate watching party. Rad! It would have been so much fun to shoot- except the young Republicans weren’t exactly young.
Well, ok, with one exception. But his mom wasn’t too thrilled having her photo taken.
Spent the day at Reuters, not doing homework as usual in my newly-claimed cubicle corner, but shooting CEO’s and eating free croissants. Tasty combination… sort of.
Last night was the final night of the 2008 New York Burlesque Festival, ending with the Golden Pasty awards. My favorite act of the night? Darlina Just Darlinda closed the show, shimmying her way out of a star-spangled dress only to pull a photograph of Sarah Palin out of, um, one of her body cavities.
She subsequently ripped up the pic. If that’s not representative of New York burlesque, I don’t know what is….
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Friday night, Knights of Columbus hall, Maryland….
