#Central islip

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JVC Force “Doin’ Damage” Strong Island Era

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Fairfield Properties Ballpark, Central Islip, New York, USA

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What Suffolk County corrections officer Jason Middleton allegedly forced an inmate to do

Jason Middleton, 35, of Central Islip, Town of Islip, Suffolk County, New York, United States worked as a corrections officer in the Suffolk County Sheriff’s Office’s Riverhead Correctional Facility in Riverside, Suffolk County. He was tasked with guarding inmates.

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Diagnostic testing is a process of evaluating a person’s medical status to either reach or confirm a diagnosis. Testing takes on many forms, from X-rays, MRIs, blood tests, or even CAT scans. A medical professional will choose which tests to perform on a patient based on the symptoms they are showing, which will also help them determine the treatment needed.

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An MS-13 gang member nicknamed “Little Devil” or “Diablita” has been sentenced to 50 years in prison after she lured a group of men into a Long Island park where they were hacked to death with machetes.

Leniz Escobar, 24, was sentenced by Judge Joseph Bianco on Tuesday for her part in the brutal 2017 murders of Justin Llivicura, 16, Michael Lopez, 20, Jorge Tigre, 18, and Jefferson Villalobos, 18.

On the night of April 11, 2017, Escobar and co-conspirator, Keyli Gomez, drove with the four victims and a fifth man Elmer Alexander Arteaga Ruiz, 22, to a wooded area in Central Islip Park, and texted gang members of their arrival, a federal courthouse heard.

Multiple MS-13 members – Josue Portillo, Freiry Martinez, Alexis Hernandez, Edwin Rodriguez, Sergio Segovia-Pineda, Omar Antonio Villalta, Henry Salmeron, Anderson Sanchez, and others – then attacked the victims with “machetes, knives, an axe, and wooden clubs,” according to testimony at Escobar’s trial.

Ruiz, who survived after managing to run away, testified that the gang members emerged “through a hole in the fence” with their faces covered and circled the victims,The Daily Mail reported.

“They told us get down on our knees. They said, ‘Don’t move. Whoever moves, dies’,” he told the court.

The trial heard how the attack unfolded after Escobar and Gomez found two of the victims had posted photos on social media showing them wearing items and flashing hand signs that suggested they were members of MS-13.

They showed the posts to MS-13 members who confirmed they were not part of the gang and would be killed.

Ruiz testified that his friends had only posted online about MS-13 to impress girls – they “were just high school kids”, he said.

Following the murders, Escobar relished the killings and “licked their blood off her lips”, The New York Post reported a witness testified at her trial.

She bragged to other gang members about her role in the killings and told her boyfriend – who is allegedly a high-ranking member of the Brentwood MS-13 clique – that something had happened to the men, including that one fled and now “knows stuff about me”, prosecutors said.

She then tried to destroy evidence, disposing of one of the victims’ blood-stained sweatshirts, throwing her phone out of a moving vehicle while police followed her, and giving a false alibi for the night of the massacre.

After a four-week trial, Escobar was convicted in April 2022 on charges of predicate acts of murder, conspiracy to murder rival gang members, obstruction of justice, and murder in aid of racketeering.

Following Escobar’s sentencing on Tuesday, Suffolk County Police Acting Commissioner Robert Waring said in a statement: “The senseless and brutal murder of four young people... sent shockwaves across the nation. Leniz Escobar played a significant role in leading four victims to their deaths and will pay the necessary price for her part.”

Over a dozen MS-13 gang members and associates have now been charged in connection with the 2017 murders. Escobar is the fifth to be sentenced.

Gomez previously pleaded guilty to racketeering charges in connection with the murders and testified at Escobar’s trial.

MS-13 was formed by Salvadoran immigrants who came to the US in order to escape the civil war in their home country, according to the Department of Justice. MS-13 is categorized as the most violent criminal gang on Long Island, said prosecutors.

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CENTRAL ISLIP, NY – A 23-count superseding indictment was filed today in the United States District Court for the Eastern District of New York, charging George Anthony Devolder Santos, better known as “George Santos,” the United States Representative for the Third District of New York, with one count of conspiracy to commit offenses against the United States, two counts of wire fraud, two counts of making materially false statements to the Federal Election Commission (FEC), two counts of falsifying records submitted to obstruct the FEC, two counts of aggravated identity theft, and one count of access device fraud, in addition to the seven counts of wire fraud, three counts of money laundering, one count of theft of public funds, and two counts of making materially false statements to the United States House of Representatives that were charged in the original indictment.  Santos is due back in federal court in Central Islip on October 27, 2023.

Holy shit!

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July 21, 2022.

The biggest music haul ever had been made. So big that I needed two visits to the same store, Jesus, and fucking Mary to pull it off. High Fidelity’s stock has gotten so stuffed that there were piles and piles of disorganized vinyl records, discs, and cassettes all over the place. Under the bins, on top of the bins, on the floor, up high on the wall that you can’t reach. Mark the owner was so bad with overstock that he moved two blocks down to a bigger space and that wasn’t enough. His downstairs stock room he once boasted was off-limits and even a stack of vinyl records almost fell on me from above. It was a literal death hazard - but I survived. You’d think that two round-trips and $893.00 spent would be the penultimate event to cap off another intensive record-store victory tour. No.

There were two other stores I’d yet to visit. Plainview’s Vinyl Bay 777 and Amangansett’s Innersleeve Records. The one time I went to Vinyl Bay- was when I walked out empty-handed because they marked all of their stock three to four times more what other stores sold. There was no reason for me to pay more than I should for a vinyl record I could find elsewhere for a third or fourth of the price. Vinyl Bay was disqualified. That left Innersleeve Records a place of interest. I didn’t go in the previous round and had considered making the ninety-minute trip out to the East End to check it out - until I saw their latest social media post. Ouch! Their prices were even higher than that of Vinyl Bay’s and on new pressings. Vinyl-price cockfighting at its finest. I wanted no part of it. That moment I declared my island run of stores done. Nope. That’s it. I don’t want to hear it any more. La la la la la la fuck you.

Though, there was one store in New York City I was meaning to visit. That was Greenpoint’s Captured Tracks. My show Omega WUSB had just done a three-hour label tribute about the feel-good label and we always played their artists when we found them. They were around for years with no sign of stopping, so why not come take a ride and check it out? Let’s have another bonus round with another city jaunt, shall we?

Late July’s weather isn’t the most colorful but it’s certainly the brightest when it has cloud cover. I stood at the Central Islip platform and look up to see the lit white skies in 80*F weather. I board the train westward to Penn Station and…what a surprise? It’s thunder-storming and raining mercilessly. I didn’t see this coming, so I have no choice but to deal with it.

Deal with it I did. God didn’t give me lemons but instead gave me a 9/2 offsuit. I arrived at Penn Station and transferred to catch the ‘E’ line. It was insufferable. This was a sneak preview of the 7th Circle Of Hell. Everyone dealt with post-rain humidity in a limited underground space and were dying like dogs. I was drenched in sweat and felt like my clothes were falling off. The ‘E’ arrived and what a saving grace. I felt the cold chill of the air conditioner settling on me, erasing the half-an-hour of disgusting unease. The ‘E’ ended its travel and I transfer to the ‘G’ line to Greenpoint. In five minutes it was all over.

I walk up the stairs to Manhattan Ave. and I see nothing but hazy blue skies and sharp sunshine beaming on me, as if the rainstorm never even happened. I’m back at my element. I walk south on Manhattan Ave. to observe and breathe in what was Brooklyn to me. Two blonde women in Polish tongues walk past me as I process the storefronts, the graffiti, sticker vandalism, and cramped crooked sidewalks. I approach and turn the corner on Calyer Street only to learn that I walked past Captured Tracks?! I turn around and I finally found it. The way to The House of Mike Sniper was downstairs. It was a dream, was it? I never had to take a downwards path to any establishment. I hobbled below and here we are: a dense but neatly-packed music store with plenty of boxes of 45”, pricey first- and rare pressings, bins to fumble through, and several lower shelves of records not for sale designated for their Discogs store. It was going to be another intense day digging in the bins.

Three hours and $117.00 later, I finally declared my record-store victory tour of ‘22 finished for good. Nothing else fitting to cap it off with another perfect day in Greenpoint. I walk up Manhattan Avenue with my tote of vinyl records away from the clear sharp sun as its intensive rays bake into my skin. The skies bluer and the air much dryer. Then I notice something I didn’t expect to find: Sunshine Laundromat. Here’s another place I was dying to visit since my post-operation; one which my radio station friends decided to go without me. I’m here, so why not? I’m about to walk into a surreal dream - in reality.

I walk in and I couldn’t believe it. It’s the first time I walked into a laundromat since my stay in Lindenhurst. I walk down the narrow space past the rogue pinball tables and there was the secret door disguised as stackable units that led into the back room arcade. A speak-easy if I ever saw one. All that stood between me and that Murphy door was the nice lady who ran the place. She told me they would re-open the pinball speakeasy as soon as the city OKs their alcohol license. Sounds hopeful if you ask me. I thanked her for the good news and walked out knowing there will be another reason to come back to Brooklyn.

I head on to the ‘G’ to transfer and ride on the ‘E’ line back to Penn Station. It’s 7PM and the visible sun is coming down for the day; slowly sinking against the perfectly clean sky blue backdrop with no clouds in sight. I board the train back home and take a window seat moving backwards. The train motions and the blinding sun peeks through the window as I feel the frigid blanket of the air conditioner. There’s a sparse placement of riders in the same car as me. I can sit and relax knowing that my entire run of spending money all over New York City and Long Island has come to a satisfying end.

New Mexico Stargazers: “Santa Fe Cruiser”

Did You Die: “We Can Do Whatever”

True Dreams: “Reaching”

Vasco Rossi: “Siamo Soli”

Queensway: “Return To Dirt”

Pinch Points: “Am I Feeling OK?”

Public Service: “O Sabine”

Offset: Spectacles, The: “Snags”

Grimes: “Shinigami Eyes”

Schedule 1: “Show Your Children”

Mom: “Things Come Into Place”

Paper Dollhouse: “Swans”

Bad Kiss: “Gimme Action”

Strangers With Guns: “Somebody Needs A Hug’

Offset: Spectacles, The: “Color”

Offset: Spectacles, The: “Dead Air”

Deeper: “Only A Shadow”

Totally Unicorn: “All”

Paper Dollhouse: “Moon”

Spellling: “Queen Of Wands”

Krallice: “Crystaline Exhaustion”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

Sasami: “Say It”

INVSN: “Slow Disco”

Traps PS: “Voids”

Life In Vacuum: “9 To 5”

Jesus Fucking Christ: “Sadistic Madness”

Black Dresses: “Hertz”

Free Love: “May You Be The Mother”

Belk: “Question Of Stress”

Michael Berdan: “God Won’t Help Me (Cause Man Won’t)”

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After seeing the Albert Frey exhibition at Palm Springs Art Museum Architecture and Design Center, you can visit his recently unveiled Aluminaire House near the museum’s main location. It’s incredible at every angle as it reflects its surroundings.

The structure has an interesting history. Before it arrived in Palm Springs, it was rebuilt on architect Wallace Harrison’s property in Huntington, Long Island where it remained from 1931 until 1987. From 1988-2012, it was partially rebuilt on New York Institute of Technology’s Central Islip campus before being dismantled and stored in a trailer.

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Designed by Albert Frey, Aluminaire House is one of the first examples of European-style modernist architecture in the United States. Built in 1931 as a full-scale model house for a temporary exhibition, it was intended to be a prototype of mass-produced housing, factory made with modern materials. Composed primarily of aluminum, steel, and glass, it was an experiment in realizing a democratic ideal in architecture of creating affordable, well-designed homes using modern industrial methods and materials. Palm Springs Art Museum acquired the Aluminaire House to add to its rich holdings by Albert Frey, who spent most of his life and career in Palm Springs.

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K-Solo “Tell The World My Name” Era “Spellbound”

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May 28, 2022 Playlist.

The opportunity to attend Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary presented itself pretty quickly. Tickets were released for sale four weeks before the show and I grabbed them right away. I missed out on both Sacred Bones’ 10th shows because of nine months of stay-at-home recovery and now their 15th was a chance to redeem myself.

The build-up was getting heavier as the show drew closer. I had anxiety like never before waiting to attend a New York City show. The 28th came and it started on a dim, greyscale note. Long Island had a string of wet days with Saturday no exception. Rain arrived at the Central Islip station before I had with no telling when it’d stop - if it did. Halfway from my home station to Woodside did the storm subside to nothing.

By the time I transferred from the 7 line to the Q39 bus had the clouds open up to welcome in the blinding basking sun and matching sweltering humidity. The Q39 raced, whipped, and turned wide all throughout Sunnyside and ultimately Maspeth to drop me off in a dense neighborhood of hazy, white 75*F temperatures. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar yet dense neighborhood. I walk a few blocks into a suspiciously silent area of shackled-up factories, closed warehouses, and shipping centers closed for the weekend; all by myself not knowing or worrying about any rogues waiting in the wings to start trouble. I drew closer to the new activity of open businesses, moving vehicles, and the pedestrians walking through the gauntlet to the Knockdown Center.

Nothing that I could ever imagine would conjure up a would-be dream-state that would become a magical reality.

I was in New York City (Queens) associated with preferably some of the best people in attendance. Surreal dreams I’ve always had now become a reality. The way showgoers sat outside the Knockout Center felt like I was on another college campus. People sitting on the floor silently observing Constant Smiles play as the rays peeked through during sundown. A hypnotized crowd witnessing Anika and Spellling’s mesmerizing performances. A super-colorful closing set by Black Marble, and a sit-down lecture about time - at a music festival? Whether Sacred Bones gamed it themselves or by sheer coincidence, this event had some unusual moments that made for a truly unforgettable experience.

The next day’s opening shift was in the back of my mind; more apparent as midnight approached. Regrettably, I leave the Knockdown Center a little earlier than desired and hitched a ride to Woodmere’s train home and guarantee six hours of sleep. I’m stunned. Bedazzled. My mind is processing the last five hours of what just happened. I’m organizing and interpreting the swirl of feelings, the sights, the colors, the sounds, the crowd, and the happenstance of everything that unfolded as I wait for the rail’s arrival. I take a seat facing direction to the Jamaica stop where I had only one minute to race and take the double-decker train’s upper-lever seat for the rest of the way home.

Spring is over. Summer has officially started.

Offset, The: Spectacles: “Colour”

Smile, The: “You Will…”

Aeges: “Who Are You”

Black Dresses: “Angel Hair”

Iguana Moonlight: “V”

Antonio Sanchez feat. Nine Inch Nails: “I Think We’re Past That Now”

Better Living: “Kid”

Ritualz: “Reintegration”

Feels Fine: “Washed Out Blue”

Doc Hammer: “Commanche”

Kaputt!: “Highlight!”

Grimes: “Shimigami Eyes”

Muslimgauze: “Qom” (edit)

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Totally Unicorn: “Filmed Before A Dead Audience”

Dead When I Found Her: “Dry Bed”

Beauty Pill: “At A Loss”

Savak: No Blues…”

Kaputt!: “Parsonage Square”

JK Flesh: “Urge”

Luca: “Undertow…”

Pink Siifu: “Wayans Brothers”

Alchemist: “Broken Bottles”

Henry Mancini: “Men’s Room Rock”

Principe Valiente: …

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

A Number Of Names: “Sharevari”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

100 Proof: Aged In Soul…

Kaputt!: “Accordion”

Kae Tempest: “Salt…”

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13 MS-13 leaders charged in Central Islip, New York

Commonly known as MS-13, Mara Salvatrucha is an international criminal gang that originated in Los Angeles, California, United States. It is one of the rivals of 18th Street, another gang that started in Los Angeles.

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William Johnson was a Black American painter born in South Carolina to a poor family. He attended an all black school, and here the apocryphal, he may have been first introduced to making art by a teacher. He practiced by copying cartoons out of papers.

He would move to New York, at 17, taking on a variety of odd jobs in order to pay for his education at the National Academy of Design where he worked with and studied under prestigious artists, particularly Charles Webster Hawthorne, even studying with him at the Cape Cod School of Art in Massachusetts. So taken with William was Hawthorne, that when William failed to receive a travel scholarship, Hawthorne raised near $1000 in order for him to study outside the country.

He would go to France, and become exposed to Modernism. His work began to become more expressive, more colorful. He would have his first solo exhibition in Paris at the Students and Artists Club in 1927. He moved from Paris to Cagnes-sur-Mer and explored different mediums, Woodcuts, watercolors and serigraphy to name a few, using whatever he could get his hands on. While abroad he would meet a Danish textile artist Holcha Krake. The two would fall in love and marry in 1930.

He would go between Europe and the US doing a couple exhibitions stateside, visiting his family, and making many, many new works of art before returning to Europe to rejoin Holcha to sign their prenuptial agreement and then marry. They would spend the majority of the 30's in Scandinavia, not returning to the US until 1938. While there he developed a keen interest in folk art, and like his exposure to modernism, this too would inspire him and take his work to new heights. But, as you may have guessed given the dates, the rising tensions and bigotry in Europe as the next World War hung on the horizon made staying there unfeasible.

His work by now had become colorful, bright, and powerful. he used strong shapes and a folk-like primative style to depict the lives of Black Americans in all their joyousness and melancholy. A celebration of the culture he belonged to. It was 1940 and his style was solidifying, he had hit his stride in his art career.

But in his personal life, he struggled. Despite the attention his work received. He was still not financially stable. Word had come from Europe that his brother in law had died after being interrogated by Nazi officers. His living in-laws had to endure the German occupation of Denmark. In 1942 William and Holcha would move to a larger apartment in Greenwich Village, only to have the building catch fire a week later. Destroying art, supplies, and personal possessions. Just two years later, in 1944, Holcha would die from breast cancer sending him into deep grief. In 1946, he left the US for Denmark to be with his late wife's family, but his behavior had become increasingly strange and unpredictable. William had syphilis, and this compounded by his own mental health struggles and his intense depression over his wife's death resulted in being institutionalized in Oslo the spring of 1947. And then, sent back to the US by the US embassy.

With an attorney appointed as his legal guardian, his personal belongings were put into storage and he was put into Central Islip State Hospital on Long Island early December 1947. He would spend the rest of his life here and did not paint. Dying in April of 1970.

We almost lost his work. In 1956 his caretaker declared him unable to pay for the storage of his belongings, including his art work. It would have been destroyed. Thankfully, it was arranged that his belongings be delivered to the Harmon Foundation. Later the Harmon Foundation would give over 1000 works to the Smithsonian American Art Museum.

It is a great tragedy that, like so many artists, William Johnson never knew financial security in his life. It is also a great tragedy, that like so many artists, he was almost lost to time with his work and tragic life story gone with him. We are all lucky though, that his works have survived and today he finally gets to recognition he deserved. In 2020, in Florence, South Carolina where he was born, a statue was unveiled in remembrance of William, located on West Evans St and Breezeway.

If you'd like to see more of Johnson's work and learn more about his life:

Smithsonian American Art Museum - William H. Johnson Smithsonian - William H Johnson World on Paper Album William Henry Johnson Grant Museum of Modern Art - William H Johnson National Gallery of Art - William H. Johnson Smithsonian Magazine - William H. Johnson’s Art Was for His People

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On Long Island, online auction to feature high-end jewelry, handbags | Long Island Business News

Listen to this article Central Islip-based Maltz Auctions is conducting an online auction featuring high-end jewelry, handbags and luxury outerwear, on Monday, Dec. 2, at 11 a.m. through Wednesday, Dec. 4, at 11 a.m. “With the holiday season fast approaching, this luxury personal property auction with items supplied by law enforcement, showcases an incredible variety of luxury pieces, including…

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An associate of the MS-13 gang will spend five decades behind bars for luring four men to their deaths at a Central Islip park seven years ago, authorities said Tuesday.

Leniz Escobar, 24, also known as “Diablita” or “Little Devil,” was sentenced to 600 months in prison for her role in the killing of four men after their brutal execution at the hand of MS-13 gang members in April 2017, according to prosecutors.

Escobar lured five young men — including Justin Llivicura, Michael Lopez, Jorge Tigre, and Jefferson Villalobos — to a wooded area in a Central Islip park to smoke marijuana. But when they got there, according to prosecutors, MS-13 gang members were waiting.

They ambushed the five young men and used machetes, knives, wooden clubs, and an axe to hack them to death because they believed they were part of a rival gang, authorities said.

After the brutal attack, Escobar bragged about the killings with other MS-13 gang members, according to prosecutors.

The victims ranged in age from 16 to 20. One of them, Elmer Alexander Artiaga-Ruiz, escaped as the attack began, and ended up testifying against Escobar at trial.

In April 2022, Escobar was convicted of racketeering, including predicate acts of murder and conspiracy to murder rival gang members, after a four-week trial.

“The defendant demonstrated her allegiance to the MS-13 gang by luring four young men to their slaughter,” United States Attorney Breon Peace said. “Today’s significant sentence reflects not only the seriousness of her conduct but also the consequences of her actions including the terror and suffering experienced by the victims, and the life-altering grief that their families continue to suffer.”