Rosalie Tirella

By Rosalie Tirella

The stuff you remember, the memories you carry with you every day and then revisit whenever you like … . Who can say why (and how) we choose the dreamscapes we each carry within our hearts? Why is it that one man’s memories of his wife cooking homemade chicken soup one Sunday night will stay with him to his dying day? Or why one woman will forever remember the deer that came out of the pocket park to cross the busy street, right in front of her. The deer was breathtakingly beautiful – the moment seemed frozen in time.

The images that pop into my head during often busy and stressfull days are often happy ones, the kind that comfort me. Like the time my father, working as a night watchman at a local club, brought home the club’s New Year’s Eve party decorations for me and my two kid sisters. To hang on our bedroom walls! The night had ended. We were little but our mom had let us stay up late to ring in the New Year. Then, around 12:30 a.m. or so, in walks my father carrying white, silver New Year’s bells, the kind made of crepe paper – the ones that opened up and became 3-d bells – and big cardboard cutouts of the New Year’s Baby – colorful and fun. And lots of streamers, too! They had been hanging from the club’s ceiling. My sisters and I went nuts! We were seven or eight years old – and this was too much for us, already giddy from staying up too late. Well, my mom gave us some Scotch Tape and we ran around our Green Island third-floor apartment taping the decoratons up all over the place. I got the big silver crepe bell for my bedroom! My mom helped me hang it from my ceiling.

BUT: Somehow our dad – who could be counted on for little – certainly not for groceries or winter boots – had come through in the most spectacular way! For that night any way, we were a happy family!

Then this image, one that for some reason “surfaces” for me every year or two and that I want to share with you now: two twelve-year-old girls – both seventh graders, listening to (on one of the girl’s Walkman) and singing along with the Whitney Houston hit single “I Will Always Love You.” It’s the early 1990s and these tweens are in love … with being in love. Whitney Houston captures for them the kind of idealized romance that they are dreaming of, that they hope to experience, the kind they so badly want to believe in, the kind of love that makes your life PERFECT. “I will always love youuuu …. will always love yooouuuu,” Whitney sings, scaling those octaves, just one sensuous rollercoaster ride via her amazing vocal cords. The girls are sitting close together – like gal pals do – sharing the Walkman’s headphones. They are singing loudly but they are carrying the tune in the prettiest way.

They say to me: “Rose, come here and listen.” They are excited, their cheeks are pink! I walk over, sit next to them and one of them puts a headphone next to my ear. The black foam on the head phone tickles my ear and I listen. But I also watch the girls, all innocence, all dreams, all I-will-marry-my-first-boyfriend-and-we-will-have-a-beautiful-baby-or-two-and-live-happily-ever-after. My beloved will only have eyes for me. He will positively light up when he sees me and run to my open arms (in slow motion, just like in the movies!). We will ALWAYS LOVE EACH OTHER.

My two young friends are thrilled to have me “this grownup” acknowledge the miracle (maybe I say myth?) they have just stumbled upon: TRUE EVERLASTING LOVE. TRUE EVERLASTING LOVE as sung by the beautiful, Venus-like Whitney Houston. Whitney of the beautiful smile (better than Julia Roberts!), Whitney of the shimmering evening gowns, Whitney, the all knowing angel of love. If Whitney sings it so beautifully, it must be true!

I will never forget the rhapsodic looks on those young girls’ faces, their voices sounding more cottoncandy than chanteuse as they sang along to – floated on is more like it – the luscious pop melody that Houston sang to them that sunny afternoon.

For this beautiful memory, I will always love … Whitney Houston.

We adored her! Some stories, pics and six great videos of the late, great Whitney Houston:

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2012/02/12/arts/music/20120212_HOUSTON.html

http://www.latimes.com/whitney-houston-appreciation-m,0,4447483.story

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/2012/02/whitney-houston-dies-memorable-performances-video.html

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2012/02/12/arts/music/20120212_HOUSTON.html

To Wondershit,

We must be getting close because you sound CRAZY!

FYI: I called my lawyer.  I publish thousands of InCity Times - I told my lawyer you were misrepresenting my business.  What you’ve written about me and my business is false – deliberately so (and malicious).

We’ll track you down … .

Hope to see you in court real soon.

- Rosalie Tirella

p.s. For the moment, at least, you won’t get too personal,  as I am scouring your entire batch of “crap” for info re: YOU

I bet you’re some pussy-whipped IT nerd, Wondershit.

From The Boston Globe …

http://articles.boston.com/2012-01-19/metro/30650933_1_housing-authority-employees-lieutenant-governor-murray

editor’s note: He’s what Wondershit thinks of State Senator Harriette Chandler, one of the most forward-looking legislators in Massachusetts. She was just promoted to Majority Whip. No matter. Wonderpoop loathes her, too. Notice the age-ist remark at the end of his diatribe.

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Harriette Chandler and useless legislation – again

By Wondershit

So why push legislation that’s anti-job creation in the two largest metropoli in the state that needs jobs? Two areas totaling 116,786 unemployed or 48% of all unemployed in MA.

Let’s see, the unemployment rate is 7.6% in Worcester & County, 23k unemployed, or 10% of the state’s total unemployed. Boston’s at 6.0%, 94k unemployed, or 38% of the state’s total unemployed.

Thanks to Harriet Chandler those 117k people have no chance of getting a job because she decided that the residents of Worcester and Boston are not worth her patronage. Go figure. The economics of that decision are staggering – lost jobs, lost tax revenues, more state unemployment payments, increased welfare etc… who’s gonna protect us from politicians like Chandler?

For the 75 year old Harriet Chandler to push legislation that effectively keeps casinos out of Boston and Worcester is tantamount to economic sabotage and in fact was illogical because Boston and Worcester were never really in the running for a casino. Not to mention the timing of such legislation (during a recession) and the fact that out-of-state casinos have already siphoned off the populous’ cash years ago, and outlived their usefulness as a revenue source for the states who have them, clearly leaves one wondering, what the heck is Harriet Chandler thinking? Can she clearly think at her age? Apparently not.

Oughta be a law to keep old people out of politics.

editor’s note: So after Paulie C. has great press about him and his NOLA jazz fest (stories in the T & G, WoMag), gets Carter Allen from Boston’s 1′st rate classic rockstation WZLX to host his NOLA fest, has Chandler Street repaved by the City of Worcester so his inner-city music festival looks more attractive, gets to talk abut NOLA and his efforts to revitalize Piedmont, his adopted neighborhood, on various local TV shows, this is what Wonderpoop has to say about Paulie. Right after NOLA! Right after all that great press! How pea green with envy can one get?

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Here it is, Wondershit at his most mean-spirited/negative:

Meanwhile back in the hood…

By Wondershit

“It’s been 4 years since Paulie Collyer unleashed NOLA on the city. It never attracted the crowds he hoped for. He’s been disappointed every year since.

“Paulie blames the locals for its failure. It’s not their fault is it? He organized it – he fucked up. So Paulie’s to blame.

NOLA started with the best of intentions – to help the NAA. But Paulie “Urban Core” Collyer and Harry Tembenis, aka Harry the Teletubby” turned what should have been a noble and laudable effort into a comedy of errors when questioned about the monies that were allegedly raised by Paulie’s NOLA. The fact is NOLA was a financial bust for Paulie. It contributed nothing to the NAA – just the local corporate donations they finagled. Paulie’s credibility has been an issue ever since.

So what are NOLA failings? Well, it doesn’t reflect the demographics of the city, just some 60 year old guy’s idea of good time music. The venue is unattractive – a parking lot. Who wants to hang out on a parking lot in a ghetto on a hot summer day and drink warm beer. And Wusta being Wusta, folks ain’t willing to folk out $20+ for Paulie’s favorite bands. Click to continue »

editor’s note: Wow! I just got this great letter from an InCity Times reader on Wonderpoop! Thank you!

Here is the letter:

The writings of “Wonderidiot”

By Nisa

The writings of “Wonderidiot” reveal that the person is a venomous and always angry malcontent who is bent on attacking individuals, organizations and small business. S/he is not funny, valid or even of interest to anyone with any brains. The rants on her/his site are getting old and annoying.

Unless you are a business selling web ads or you are looking to market a commercial product, then the amount of “unique web site visits” may be important if whether or not a web analytic reveals a large reader base. But let’s face it, the web is all about niche interest for most online readers. Sites like most commentary blogs or non-commercial entities are not concerned with such information. What matters is if some segment of the population, no matter how small or large, gives a shit about the content of any particular website. In some cases the writers and viewers of most web sites care less about the volume of viewers than they do about the individuals who might find something of interest on there particular site that they simply will not find anywhere else.

For example, no where else will you find the content as specific and unique as what you might find on website posted in small neighborhood newspaper or some non-profit community radio or TV outlet, etc. It’s pointless and totally irrelevant to compare say InCity Times with the T&G or someone like WCUW radio with WTAG radio. They are based on totally different value marketing and target systems.

That angry blogger [Wondershit!!] rarely writes truthfully, and s/he should probably learn to deal with reality rather than what seems to be obvious hate or perhaps (toward you and some other organizations he un-substantially slams) appears to have some sort of perverted infatuation with the many s/he attacks. What else could it be? It’s obviously personal and that alone pretty much voids the person of any credibility even without being anonymous.

Maybe s/he needs needs psychological help, or is searching in some way to fill a void in her/his life. I hope that happens for her/him. It probably won’t though. I’d say that vanity has too strong of a hold on the person. So what? No one cares anyway.

Here’s a suggestion for that sad individual, and it comes from someone who is genuinely sorry for the losses and bad choices s/he seemed to have made in this world:

[Wondershit] You seem angry, envious of others, and constantly spewing such hatred. That must be burdensome at some point. No one but someone in a place that is as pitiful and pathetic as you seem to be in would even care or concern themselves with these obvious personal attacks. How is all of that all working out for you?

To Rose: You run your very own news paper. With a very small team – that is a tremendously huge accomplishment, especially for the length of time you have celebrated so far [10+ years!]. Some idiots envy you – they wish they could do what you do, but they obviously can’t. Surely you must expect from time to time someone may not care for your writing style or the story content. Some stand ideologically distant from you. So what? It’s up to you to choose how and what you write. Others can either choose to read your paper or choose not to. Don’t sweat the web stat attacks. It’s meaningless.

This guy hates the world! He has no values, no moral compass. An egomaniac filled with hatred for this city, its people and (most likely, ultimately) himself.

- R. T.

Here it is:

WOMAG, a crock of…

By Wondershit

“WOMAG, a crock of…

“I think we can all agree that Worcester Magazine is a cruel joke perpetrated on the locals.

Some locals think when God created journalists he forgot to endow WOMAG’s writers with impartiality and critical reasoning. But we think it’s not just a WOMAG thing, it pervades all of the local media outlets. An outsider reading WOMAG, the T&G, or InCity Times, or listening to WTAG will readily recognize that Worcester’s media is bereft of anything resembling journalistic standards.

WOMAG without a doubt is a shadow of its former self, desperately trying to find it’s place in the Worcester media landscape, management has resorted to desperate measures to make itself relevant to the locals (and save a dime at the same time) … . Are they sure they want to do this to themselves?

Well, one intrepid poster had the courage to call WOMAG’s Jeremy Shulkin’s latest journalistic farce, a crock of shit, and we agree. Actually the comments are better than the story – a local telling it like it is. The exchange is amusing, WOMAG’s crack reporter squirming, trying to justify himself. The exchange confirms what we already knew, the strong bias and ineptitude in their reporting.

Remember, you get what you pay for.

will start running in March and April on WCCA TV 13.

New episodes! New topics!

Check out our half-hour show, featuring ICT columnist Jack Hoffman, ICT editor/publisher/owner Rosalie Tirella and our ICT pals.

We’ll keep you posted, as to the days and times the show will air.

- R. Tirella

By Rosalie Tirella

FYI, Wonderpoop: We are 50! Not 51!

Most likely we have had more sex partners than your entire family. Like I told a pal: He’s married but to which dog??? I pity his kids – they must be ashamed of their dad – he hates everyone in Worcester. Libels everyone in Worcester. Believes in nothing really. Thinking he is some witty guy who is uncovering the TRUTH, when he is just some meanspirited guy with (most likely) a teeny dick that he is overcompensating for. Wonderpoop should do a brave thing – like print the entire list of City of Worcester employees salaries, like we do at InCity Times.

Fat Chance. He would lose his job (at City Hall?? the T & G??).

Our wesbstats are comprised of unique visitors and total visitors per month. When Wondershit gives us all his name – we will give you all our webstats.

And finally we are resuming our little TV 13 “Straight Talk” show. Just for a few episodes. People seemed to like the show.

Almost as much as they like my newspaper! Click to continue »