Filed under: 11105, 11222, Asshole, Astoria, Astoria Queens, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
It’s cute how “family” sticks together. Please take a moment and point and click your way to Queens Crap for the scoop. Otherwise if you, fellow Greenpointers, are wondering why this is our problem. Well, the following might clarify matters a bit.
You can and should read this in its entirety here. In any case despite being caught operating an illegal waste trade facility handling construction material and six figures worth of tax liens the Department of Buildings has seen fit to issue Mr. Argento’s curiously named contracting company, Broadway Stages, permits. Nice…
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Asshole, Gentrification, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Per a tipster.
It would appear Brooklyn Industries is either unaware that GWAPP ain’t what it used to be— or is shilling the same old t-shirt with the same old premise:
We fought the power plants and won!
If GWAPP was/is “winning”, why did this come to pass? And why does someone charged with appointing new board members behave in this manner? (start watching at 5;00)
I harbor a downright Darwinian attitude when it comes to “community orgs”. Simply put: if GWAPP is failing it is because the leadership has failed the community. GWAPP failed, shuffled the deck and now GWAPP 2.0. (which should not be confused with its predecessor), in its infinite wisdom, is going to charge former board members to appoint new ones. Exactly how this is going to create a different outcome is a mystery to yours truly. In any case GWAPP or whatever one wants to call it) is a one trick pony. They fall back on the power plant fight because, quite frankly, that’s all have.
And of course my personal favorite:
You gotta love this kind of hypocrisy. Be sure to thank GWAPP— Adam Perlmutter, Esquire— in particular, when they start piledriving at Greenpoint Landing. That should work wonders for the air quality ereabotus. Is this worth a t-shirt? Really?
P.S.: Melinda Katz, you took a shit on my community. I have returned the favor— via a snow globe!
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff The Makes Heather Sad
March 15, 2014
March 20, 2014
As you can see, gentle readers, something has come to pass in the last few days. Follows are a few thoughts:
- This is one of my favorite landmarks in Greenpoint. In fact one of my all time favorite photos I have ever taken is of this water tower.
- This pisses me off. Big time.
- I suspect a number of the folks reading this list agree with the previous two points.
- Some may find prodigal penises (penii?) hanging from telephone lines offensive. I respect their opinion. However, let’s face facts: a. it does not entail destruction of property b. it is not taking a crap on someone else’s culture.
- I do hope an effort will be made to restore this flag to its previous state.
- I want each and every one of my fellow north Brooklynites to remember this the next time certain pillars of our community extoll upon the benefits of the tourism economy. Straight up: vandalism of this variety is not perpetrated by folks who live hereabouts. Rather, it is the handwork of those who reside outside the community and as such do not treat it with the same level of care and respect as residents do. Or at least this is the only plausible reason/excuse I can find for this.
- Any/all “news outlets” which see fit to run with this news item: remember to cite www.thatgreenpointblog.com!
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, BULLSHIT, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Hooliganism, Street Justice, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
Today yours truly opted to take a brief constitutional around north ‘Point. As I did I noticed that Charles Hynes, or more specifically his supporters, have seen fit to press the manifold number of construction fences hereabouts into service as billboards. The above missive can be found on Green Street between Manhattan Avenue and Franklin Street. I just about shot coffee out of my nose when I read the tag line at the bottom:
Do not let political corruption take over the DA’s Office
Excuse me if I am wrong here but I suspect the reason Mr. Hynes was defeated, by quite a commanding margin I’ll add, by Ken Thompson in the Democratic Primary was due to the fact folks hereabouts are tired of political corruption in the Brooklyn DA’s office. Then again, it has been established that Mr. Hynes does not seem to see it this way. That’s why he is running as a Republican. But I digress.
When I reached Greenpoint Avenue I was faced with this fellow’s visage once more. I was like:
Enough is enough.
And proceeded across the street to tear these damned things down. As I got closer I made an amusing discovery— one which made me reconsider my “plan of action”. It made me smile— and proud to be a Greenpointer!
Well done, anonymous Greenpoint hooligan. WELL DONE!
UPDATE, 6:06 p.m.: It has been brought to my attention that SANO (whose sign can been seen on the fence on Green Street) has had its license revoked for non-payment of taxes. Don’t take my word for it:
Filed under: 11211, Asshole, Criminal Activity, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn, Wow, WTF
Your eyes are not deceiving you. You can read the whole gruesome story by clicking here. A few thoughts/observations:
- As it would happen, I know where this grisly find was made: North 10 Street between Wythe and Kent Avenue. The above photo was taken June 24th. You can see the Wythe Hotel in the background. It appears to be a homeless encampment and it has been here for some time. (Think: at least a month.) When one thinks about it, that makes this despicable act even more despicable: in addition to animal cruelty, the miscreant responsible for this had to leave his (?) “gift” in someone’s “home”. Being homeless is bad enough in and of itself. Really folks.
- Where these alligator parts were found is very close to the Bushwick Inlet Park Soccer Field. Where, some of you might recall, someone saw fit to hang the body of a dead cat to the goal post recently.
Is this the handiwork of the same person? Whose to say? Personally, I hope it is because the thought of two people engaging in this kind of behavior makes my blood boil. In any case it is sick as hell and I hope the authorities catch the person(s) responsible.
Now they’re employing YouTube footage.
New York Shitty analysis:
- It would probably be advisable to remove the personal items from the previous tenants (who were vacated by the Department of Buildings) before filming.
- Then again, who cares?
But the insanity does not end there. Let’s proceed, shall we?
- 239 Banker Street
- The Sweater Factory Lofts
- The Factory Lofts
- The 39 Meserole Avenue Lofts
- The “Rustic House” Artists Lofts
are now known as 245 Banker Street. Fascinating. By any other address it still has Stop Work Order.
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff The Makes Heather Sad
The above image comes from a residnent of Diamond Street. He/she writes on September 15, 2012:
From outside my apartment building.
I have brought this rather ugly item to the attention to the head of the 94th Precinct, D.I. Hurson, among others. While outside of his jurisdiction, hopefully he can help get this loathsome piece of vandalism— to Federal property no less— removed. I have demonstrated— time and time again— I have neither time nor tolerance for this crap. Seriously.
P.S.: This post is dedicated the incredibly motivated Chief of Staff of our City Councilman’s office: Ashley Thompson. This dedicated civil servant saw fit to send me a nastygram calling me (among other things) “hateful” and a “cyberbully” Friday night at 7:47 p.m. Getting a dressing-down about ethics— much less “bullying”— from someone who is albeit two degrees removed from “Gropez” and the machine his protege (her boss) is eagerly facilitating— well, that speaks for itself.
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Crazy People, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
To preface: Today yours truly decided a walk across the Williamsburg Bridge (this is one of my favorite leisure time activities) was in order. Since I was running late I decided to take the B62 bus to the Southside in order to make up for lost time. It didn’t exactly work out that way. In my guesstimation my travel time (from Greenpoint Avenue) was one hour. How did this happen, you ask? Read on and find out!
Let me explain to you, dear readers, what you have just watched. Our intrepid bus driver, frustrated that a motorist elected to parallel park in front of his vehicle in a manner which precluded him from performing his duty (READ: driving)— and upon discovering honking his horn was useless— prevailed upon a police officer for help. First, I’ll tender the good news: our finest prevailed! And now the bad news…
Clearly displeased with the outcome of this exchange our motorist (being insane, an asshole or some combination thereof) decided running to the next bus stop and resuming (t)his altercation was in order. If you listen very carefully at the end he says (and I quote):
You want to kill me? You want to kill me? Let’s do it!
The next time you, gentle readers, get angry at a member of our Transit Authority for being gruff or downright rude I want to think about what you have just watched. I for one commend this bus driver’s restraint. I for one cannot fathom what it would be like to deal with this shit every day.
I suspect I speak for a number of my fellow mass transit patrons this afternoon when I write I had the utmost desire to take this fellow up on his offer. In closing, I would like to humbly suggest— moving forward— that if/when this chap wants a fight he should stick his head up his ass and fight for air. The rest of us have lives.
P.S.: If anyone from the M.T.A. is reading this give this bus driver a raise. Yesterday. He is an absolute prince— and I told him so!
Calyer Cooze notes (in regards to this post):
And here’s the latest Craigslist ad! Nausea, indeed. http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/abo/3003528111.html (As seen above, for posterity)
On that note, I had a very interesting bit of information brought to my attention. That being:
239 Banker Street does not have an a Certificate of Occupancy for a hotel. Thus the question becomes why are they being taxed as such? Anyone who cares to take up this interesting discrepancy can (and should) do so by clicking here.
Filed under: 11211, Asshole, Class War, Culture War, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken January 31, 2012.