Occasional Posts #5: Unmolested BBQ

If this isn't irrefutable photo evidence of Harlem's radical transformation, I don't know what is... As I stalked Adam Clayton last night looking for a cold beer and a TV to watch the game, I came across this untended barbecue around 131st. Its deliciousness, evidenced by its delicious barbecue aromas, remained unmolested. Yep. In fact, neighborhood pedestrians just walked on by, scoffing at the spread's noticeable lack of arugula and hummus. Damn. Harlem really is going through some changes.

Mojo at Dusk = Mo' Sexy

Figured I'd snap a pic of Mojo's dusky sexiness--for the readers, of course. When it's lovely outside, like it was today, management opens up the floor-to-ceiling windows (like "Lift your little dress like light wind/(Ha!) Then I slide right in...")... Bartender was straight eye-f*%@ing The Kid so tough she almost got impregnated. But that's the risk you take by commingling Fraud's sexy with Mojo's at dusk. Just is.

Hov, so prescient: "I sink this ball in your hole/I'm Tiger Woods!"

Allah Brings 'Em Out in Harlem (NEW VIDEO VIDEO!!!)

If you ever find yourself stumbling around Harlem on a Friday afternoon with nothing to do, drop by the Masjid Haqsad mosque on Frederick Douglass between 116th and 115th for Friday prayers. It's a sight to behold. Dozens of devotees, quietly kneeling or sitting on rugs placed on the sidewalk, listen intently to some authoritative voice coming from a speakerbox telling them, no doubt, that a swarm of comely virgins await them in the afterlife. Nothing to place you in a state of luxurious serenity than daydreams of busting open hymens. No need to worry godless Harlemites and fervent disciples of ignorance and/or religious intolerance, these Muslims might worship Allah but are down like four flat for Uncle Sam too. 'Dem boys that is. In my humble, the neighborhood could use more "snitches" like those at Masjid Haqsad.