(Taken by Greenpointless.)
Every so often I am reminded that I know some pretty darned interesting people. This morning (when this tome from the Village Voice was brought to my attention) is just such an example. I clicked on the link and sipped my coffee. After it pulled up I found myself muttering:
I know that guy in the gorilla suit.
It’s true. I do. What’s more I have to say I am really jazzed by the thoughtful commentary Larry tenders in both the previously-mentioned article and this Op-ED which can be found on his blog. Follow is a teaser from the latter:
…The issue here was always a bigger picture of a changing City and country. The idea of a flea market being a corporation is embarrassing. A flea market is a community of various people coming together and realizing that they could be an outdoor store of used items; some are junk, some are collectible, and some are antiques. Some junk turns out to be a rare antique, and some antiques turn out to be reproductions. Some people are selling off their dead dad’s pipes, and some people are selling their dead fishes, (not needed anymore) fish tank. It is hard to believe that it is packaged as something to be marketed and trademarked. It’s embarrassing laughable, not for Brooklyn Flea, but for customers who believe the preciousness of it all…
Give ‘em a read!
Special thanks goes out to Walking and Typing for bringing this (guilty pleasure) to my attention!
Filed under: 11211, 11249, Culture War, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken October 14, 2013.
Filed under: 11206, Culture War, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, The Word On The Street
Taken October 8, 2013.
Filed under: 10003, Culture War, East Village, East Village Manhattan, GENIUS, The Word On The Street
Taken October 2, 2013.
Filed under: 11205, Bloomblight, Clinton Hill, Clinton Hill Brooklyn, Culture War, Street Justice, The Word On The Street
If this missive (which graces 203 Clifton Place) is to be believed, there’s a special pee spot just for you!
Just follow your nose next door to 207.
Go get ‘em tigers!
Filed under: 11222, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
A fellow we’ll call “B” writes:
Not sure if you’ll find this interesting. A younger citizen on our block (Manhattan + McGuinness) has angered an older citizen with his scooter-based junk pile / roving artwork.
The back and forth is hard to read in the photo. It reads, “This is not a bike rack. You are not a resident at this building. Any damage to your bike is at your own risk.”
Response: “Of course. This is a public space, meaning a space for the public. So I am not sure what the problem is. Anyone who would do damage, I feel really bad for and sincerely hope they can eventually be in the present moment + make peace with their demons.”
My prognostication: this is not going to end well.
Filed under: 11222, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Wow, WTF
“You know what? Change the laws, because nobody came along and said there were rules and regulations that would allow people to stay in place in their homes in the Polish community here,” Olechowski said. “Nobody’s regulated the rents in this community. Market-rate rents are legal but they’re affecting peoples lives.”
You don’t say, Mr. Olechowski? Speaking as a resident of north ‘Point I have seen a great many people priced out of this community. The Latino population, in particular, has taken a drubbing. Don’t take my word for it— a simple comparison of the 2000 and 2010 Census statistics say it all.
To favor one part of the community above all others is not only illegal*, but it strikes me as craven political pandering. I would also like to note that by designating housing for a specific group/demographic, one is effectively precluding others access. Thus the discrimination being exercised is actually two-fold.
Of course you can’t say I did not see this one coming. I wonder who will administer this special Polish-specific housing? North Brooklyn Development Corporation, perhaps? Yes sir: those ULURP hearings were essentially co-opted by local organizations whose interest is getting a cut of the action be it in the way of parks, affordable housing, etc. The overall health/well being of this community is immaterial. I’ll refrain from using the unseemly word “extortion”. Whoops, I just did.
You can (and should) read this tome in its entirety by clicking here.
*The man doesn’t give a flip about Community Board One’s By-laws or Parliamentary Procedure, so why should this be surprising? Really?
As handed to a patron with children in tow. Meanwhile, however…
I would like to humbly recommend asking parents to refrain from using picnic tables as changing stations. Fellow patrons (such as myself) may elect to use them for their intended purpose: dining. The outside world/beer garden is not your lavatory.