Urban Artifact: Street Soup

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From Manhattan Avenue.

Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: What Is Wrong With This Picture?

June 7, 2014 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, WTF 

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Given the East River Ferry has not serviced Greenpoint since February 13th— and probably will not for the foreseeable future— I find this ad copy a mite bit troubling.  I predict a number of “foamers” being not the least bit pleased with being “detoured” to Williamsburg so as to be shuttled back to India Street and West Street (and from there, having to find this event). My (tongue in cheek) advice: take a cab instead.

Let’s all try to be good neighbors/”hosts” and help these folks find their way to their planned destination. By their fanny packs, visors and rather large cameras ye shall know them…

From The New York Shitty Inbox

A very nice fellow named Matt writes:

Hey Miss Heather. Sorry for grabbing your contact from the internet but I wanted to tell you of a developing story. There’s a factory/warehouse in Greenpoint that has 10-20 cats and kittens that they’re removing to the ACC (Animal Care & Control), which means certain death for these poor lil’ guys. The problem began when they welded a metal grate over the entrance/exit the cats use and when neighbors noticed little kitten faces peeking from behind the grate, assumed it was two kittens who had accidentally been welded in a crawlspace. According to the factory the grate was put up to keep new cats from coming in – these cats have all lived their entire lives inside being fed by staff.

Their problem is unmanageable for them and they feel that they don’t really have any other options. Unfortunately they were given info on how to humanely trap and rescue these cats but the person who was going to do this never followed up on it and the situation got worse. A group of people from the cat rescue community has stepped in to try to help w/ this situation but the factory has traps all over the warehouse and we can’t keep up w/ the amount of cats they’re trapping. They unfortunately began sending to the ACC yesterday.

I thought this story might be of interest to the local Greenpoint community and wondered if you were willing to blog about it. Please let me know.

One other thing – they owners don’t necessarily seem like bad guys. Like they actually seem to regret the ACC direction but feel they don’t really have another choice and need to do what has to be done. Just wanted to mention that so you know they’re not like “lets murder kittens!!!

Duly posted— and understood! If anyone knows of a home wherein these feral furry ones can be relocated please contact Matt via email cutler9 (at) gmail (dot) com. Thanks!

New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: And Then There Were Two

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As taken today, June 4th.  It would appear now we have two rather large vessels “parked” at the Manhattan Avenue Kayak Launch. They are neither kayaks nor are they being “launched”. As you can see gentle readers it would appear one watercraft is, how shall we say, “inhabited”?* Isn’t refreshing to see what precious public park space we have in north “Point being pressed into service in such a manner? Of course the “authorities” have their fair share of blame for allowing this to happen (and not repairing the fence for that matter). Straight up: if you can afford a boat such as either of these, you can afford to pay to have it moored legally. It really is that simple.

*Exactly why anyone would want to live where delights such as this

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are the commonplace is a mystery to me. Anyone?

Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Stars & Stripes

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From Noble Street.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: And Now 49 Dupont Street…

June 4, 2014 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 

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wheres levin NYSI have had the above tome from The Real Deal brought to my attention by a number of concerned citizens. While I am thankful for them doing so, I am honestly at a loss for words. Mind you, gentle readers, this is not because I am surprised. I am not.

Rather, I have been asking myself where does our City Councilman, Steve Levin, stand on this issue? Or in Greenpoint, for that matter?

I used to see Mr. Levin quite a bit. This is because we are “neighbors”. And then I didn’t. I found that odd. Then came news via the Honorable Levin’s own “Word in the 33rd” newsletter that he, a Greenpoint resident, failed to notice/mention a Community Board meeting in his own neighborhood.* After that I got inquiries from people who have called him. They heard nothing. One highly motivated person even called Levin to tell him to call one such person back. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Hence I am imploring Greenpoint citizens to, in “Where’s Waldo” style, please, PLEASE, report any and all Levin spottings in Greenpoint (with a photo, date, time and location— feel free to add commentary) to me at:

missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.

No newspaper articles, press releases, etc. I want photos of our “public servant” serving “his”, our, community.

Your identity will remain anonymous unless you indicate otherwise.

Photo/Image Credits: The “Where’s Waldo” image comes from here. And the image of Councilman Levin comes from here.

*I later learned from an anonymous source Mr. Levin blamed this on his staff. They did not put it on his calendar. Um, okay.

I have seen this shit before. The Lone Star State refined the art of the “sidestep” long before Mr. Levin— or I— were born.

New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: Where The Rainbow Ends

We got a nice clip of rain this afternoon, but as the Mister and I were having dinner at Casanova’s this evening the sun finally reemerged. The owner of Casanova’s went outside to take a look. I joined him.

Looking for rainbows?

I asked.

He said that, in fact, he was not but— suggested that perhaps one could be seen to the west. I disagreed:

No, it will be over there (pointing east, towards our splendid waste water treatment facility).

I went around the corner and guess what?

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I was right! I went inside, grabbed my camera and hauled ass to Provost Street. The proprietor of Casanova’s was quite amused by this. To wit, I replied:

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I know my shit.

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If you look carefully, gentle readers, you will notice the faint trace of a second rainbow emanating from the “poop stack”. I gleefully advised the Mister of this discovery, observing:

It’s there because that’s where dreams come from!

Because of course, it is. Closing on a (downright uncanny) note of dreams, rainbows and the Shit Tits, today I completed my first (but definitely not last) Greenpoint-themed snow globe. I proudly present Superfund Me!

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A big New York Shitty shout out goes to the owner of Casanova’s for keeping my pizza in the over while I went forth to chase rainbows. I just love rainbows…

This post is dedicated to Christine Holowacz who, I have learned, will be leaving her position as the Newtown Creek Monitoring Committee community liaison for the greener pastures of the Koscuiszko Bridge Project!

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Greenpoint Feral Furniture Watch: On The Waterfront

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Those of you who are following such things (and you know who you are) should be advised there is a bounty of feral furniture out there simply waiting for a new home— maybe yours? NOTE/CAVEAT: Supply is seemingly endless and yours truly assumes no responsibility whatsoever for any “value-added” these items may harbor.

Urban Fur: Furban Jungle

June 3, 2014 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Fur 

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Taken June 3, 2014.

The Word On The Street, Part III: Land Grab

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I imagine this one will require some explanation so here it is. There is a mural of sorts on Java Street between West Street and the waterfront. Basically (and this is keeping it very simple) it is a hodge podge of the five boroughs in an interesting, if slightly jarring, array of colors. That black smudge next to the smiling lady’s face is the northernmost tip of Manhattan. Do the math— or simply click here instead. If there’s one thing yours truly really loves it is a wiseass. Well done, anonymous hooligan!