Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
From McGuinness Boulevard.
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Today has been pretty much everything I wanted it to be. I slept in late, kept off the computer and had myself some much-needed “me” time. I will not lie to you: it was nice, if a little boring. This was in fact the purpose of the exercise. Then I went to work— and my day took a very interesting turn.
When I arrived Johnny and Frantz slid this package over the counter. As you can see it is addressed to yours truly. It is from Glasgow, Scotland. I know no one in Glasglow, Scotland— but apparently someone there knows me. After Johnny made a crack about not wanting to catch my anthrax I opened the parcel. What was inside, well, left us all dumbstruck.
My new friend writes:
…Awhile ago you had a photo of the shop IMac (iBoob as Fritz called it) and more importantly the keyboard. You will have found enclosed all the keys from a dead one I had lying around the flat …So have fun replacing dirty keys with clean ones and keep up the good work. All the best,
P.S.: I used to live in Dublin, Ireland. The trains were horrible and unreliable so I feel your pain re. the G & 7.
Thank you for your generosity, Chromeburger. It is greatly appreciated. As it would happen we have since replaced our Mac with a new(er) model.
As you can see it has all its keys. However, like anything else in the junk shop, I am certain it will get jacked-up eventually and your thoughtful gift will come in handy. It is only a matter of time.
Other than that I honestly don’t know else what to say other than perhaps I am both pleased and a bit disturbed that the Crosstown Local’s dubious reputation is, in fact, well known abroad.
This stunning shot of our local Salvation Army comes courtesy of Single Linds Reflex.
Filed under: 11211, 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken March 24, 2010.
From Meserole Avenue
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Crosstown Local, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Subway, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Those of you who are looking for a little lite entertainment and happen to be on Twitter may want to give this, the musings of a L train rat, a look-see. If you do, here’s a sampling of what you’ll find:
i get so self conscious when everyone watches me look for food on the track
every once in awhile people at the 1st ave stop smell like delicious fried dough and i just want to kill myself
people seem to hate me 100x more when i’m rained on.
too fat to fit inside bottle should probably go on a run to 8th ave.
Special thanks go out to Lisacat for bringing this to my attention. Check it out!
Filed under: 11222
This, one of yours truly’s favorite local linguistic blunders, comes from the camera of algul siento. Great capture!
I recently received a reminder from the folks at Clayspace that their spring class semester classes kick off April 5, 2010. These classes range from advanced to beginner; adults and children alike. The cost ($275.00) may very be out of the range of a great many people reading this (there is a recession going on after all) but it will buy you not only six weeks of coursework, but also twenty five pounds of clay and unlimited bench time. This comes out to $45 dollar a week. This is not a bad value when you think about it!
From Manhattan Avenue.
Hi Miss Heather,
I’m writing to you because I’ve been an avid reader of your blog for a couple of years now and wanted to let you know about an art show I have coming up in your favorite Greenpoint shop. It’s at Kill Devil Hill–no furry, toothy little creatures, though, sorry! (But) I think you will like it, mostly because it includes found ephemera and naked stuff. Anyway, if it looks interesting to you, I would greatly appreciate it if you would consider posting it on the venerable Shitty and coming to see the show.
I will be perfectly honest: I do not like posting event listings. There are a number of sites dedicated to just this purpose and I find it boring. I’d rather be pounding the pavement conversing with my friends and neighbors and getting the “shit” on north Brooklyn. There is plenty shit to be had here, I assure you. My inbox overflows with shit on a daily basis. And I cannot afford to hire an intern. So it goes.
However, I can and will do so when it involves furry critters in need or the mood suits me. In the latter-most case being promised “naked stuff” and the following helps. A LOT:
…Found photos, pin-ups & male “physique” magazines.
The previous pretty much constitutes what I have painstakingly arranged on Chez Shitty’s refrigerator over the last five years. The purpose of this exercise is to skeeve the Mister. It works: he puts magnets over what bothers him. I remove them.
They say marriage is an institution. There is a germ of truth to this age-old shtick. I am the R.P. McMurphy of this household: a vortex of chaos and intransigence disrupting his (otherwise) highly structured and organized existence. It’s a fun, if occasionally weird, journey and I can’t honestly say I regret it. But back to nekkid people:
Check it out!