Filed under: 11206, 11237, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Dung of the Day, Other Shit, Wow
(Or: God Bless the Internet)
That’s right folks, you read the title of this post correctly: “Dung of the Day”. Those of you who have followed New York Shitty for some time are undoubtedly aware that the initial premise of this site was documenting the rather pervasive problem with poop in my community. Over the years I have gone in a different direction. There are two reasons for this:
- As I became more attuned to the issues facing Greenpoint (and north Brooklyn, for that matter) and noticed they were not getting attention via the “mainstream media” I decided that this blog would be an excellent means raising awareness about them.
- I have seen so much magnificent merde— be it human, canine or otherwise— that quite frankly I have become acclimatized to it. I have become a shit snob.
Well, today while walking around Bushwick that changed.
To preface: today I met up with a buddy of mine who resides in the 34th City Council District. This person has been generous enough to save and share the manifold number of Vito Lopez campaign material which has found its way to his/her mailbox. This, of course, includes the infamous example of Team Gropez’s rather interesting use of Photoshop. The “plan” was to take a tour of the 34th and its Industrial Business Zone. Yours truly played “tour guide”. Granted, I do not actually reside in the 34th— but neither does Mr. Lopez for that matter and I digress.
One part of our peregrinations was Melrose Street. There we saw an affordable housing project being built at the behest of the Ridgewood Bushwick Senior Citizens Council. Just a Snapple bottle’s toss away we found something so extraordinary it merited a mention on this blog. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
This is one of two homeless encampments to be found on said street. As you can see, something has gone very wrong.
Unfortunately, I did not have the presence of mind to tote along a tape measure. Thus, I had to repurpose a locally-sourced, gently used bottle of Snapple so as to establish a sense of scale. Regardless, this is rather impressive once one gets past the revulsion/”upchuck” factor. I can assure you, gentle readers, I came to the estimate of 30″ in a very deliberate— if not exactly scientific— fashion. More specifically: when I arrived back at Chez Shitty I ran a Google search for “How tall is a bottle of Snapple?” The following speaks for itself.
But let’s get back to the conclusion on this tale of turdage. My travelling companion and I continued our walk down Melrose. As we did we noticed a number of Maritza Davila posters. That’s when my friend noted:
Too bad you didn’t take that Lopez mailer with you.
My reply was as follows:
Oh, but I did!
Filed under: 10002, Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Lower East Side, Lower East Side Manhattan, New York City, Other Shit
Taken May 2, 2013.
Filed under: 11237, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, The Word On The Street
From Knickerbocker Avenue.
Filed under: 11211, Dung of the Day, Other Shit, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As spotted today on North 8th Street. Note the men’s dress shirt which has been repurposed as toilet paper. Yes sir: north Brooklyn is looking more and more like the East Village/Lower East Side every day!
Filed under: Chinatown, Chinatown Manhattan, Dung of the Day, Lower East Side, Lower East Side Manhattan, Urban Artifact
Some of you might recall that yours truly documented a rather magnificent (if utterly revolting) public pay phone on the Bowery recently. Today, since I happened to be in Manhattan I decided to swing back by and see how things were shaping up.
New York Shitty Analysis
- Glass Half Empty: It would appear the poo is still there— or an additional “patron” has paid this impromptu privy a “visit”.
- Glass Half Full: Some attempt at cleaning has been made. In addition, the bottle of Activia would suggest that, perchance, this poopatrator is working on his (her?) irregularity issues— albeit with New Amsterdam peach-flavored Vodka as a chaser.
- What I want to know: What would Jamie Lee Curtis do? This is one hell of a product endorsement opportunity if you ask me.
Any merry hooligans out there care to testify on this public pay phone’s behalf? Sadly (and ironically), it cannot speak for itself.
Filed under: 10012, Bum Shit, Chinatown, Chinatown Manhattan, Dung of the Day, Urban Artifact, Wow, WTF
Last weekend I went for a walk with my buddy Larry around points north Brooklyn and beyond. We stumbled upon a number of fascinating things during our peregrinations including a bona fide monologue machine. A discussion followed wherein Larry mused:
I wonder if anyone actually uses pay phones?
Today on the Bowery I learned the answer.
Yes! Those of you who lament that New York City ain’t what it used to be (it isn’t), I present for your viewing pleasure the above repurposed phone kiosk. For what it is worth, it smelled a lot worse than it looks.
Filed under: 11211, Dog Shit, Dog Shit Signage, Dung of the Day, Street Justice, The Natives Are Getting Restless, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken January 30, 2013.
Filed under: 11222, Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit, Wow, WTF
Jay, who captured the above bit of nastiness today December 15th, writes:
Wishing you a Shitty Christmas courtesy of NY Parks and the men’s restroom at McGolrick Park.
Filed under: 11211, Bum Shit, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Other Shit, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Urban Artifact
I see a number of fascinating things when I am out and about. This is especially true of the manifold number of demolition/construction sites in my fair burgh. It has been yours truly’s observation that sidewalk sheds seem to be an invitation for some engage in activities he/she would otherwise refrain from had not the additional privacy been provided.
CASE IN POINT: What I happened upon on North 7th Street today.
A black leather briefcase with some valued added in the way of a super-sized bottle of Ketel One vodka and…
a heaping helping of (what appears to be) human feces. I have long hoped some day during my peregrinations I’d stumble upon a briefcase full of cash. Clearly the universe had something decidedly different in mind. Nonetheless, wishing to share the joy, I forwarded this choice find to Pa Heather. I did so in the hope he would give it a snappy title. I wrote (in an email entitled “I saw something interesting on my walk today”:
A briefcase with some “value added” in the way of human feces. Repulsive and yet hilarious. It smelled worse than it looks. Care to take a stab at captioning this? I’m drawing a blank…
Sure enough, I got a response:
You have an eye for shit.
To wit I replied:
I don’t look for the shit, the shit looks for me…
While this opportunity for father/daughter bonding is precious (and it is— Pa Heather knows his shit), it still does not solve my craptastic caption conundrum.
Care to take a stab at it, gentle readers?
A fellow we’ll call “G” writes:
Dear Miss Heather,
Love your blog. Is there anyway you would could reblog my blog about my apartment, 110 Green Street. I’d like to inform others not to live here and just how crappy the management is here.viridianbrooklyn.tumblr.comIf not, no hard feelings. Thanks and keep up the good work.
As it would happen, I myself have had the pleasure of receiving a photo of the above-depicted bit of gastronomic distress.
Here it is. The taker of this photograph opines:
Here’s one for your blog. This tasty display of canine explosive diarrhea was discovered in the “lounge” of the Viridian. I’m guessing by the presence of the “Caution!” sign that the dog’s owner has no plans to clean it up. But that’s just the kind of considerate behavior that I’ve come to expect from my neighbors.
Here’s another pair of photos this individual has see fit to send yours truly. Along with commentary.
Check it out… This is the hallway window on my floor. It is hanging out of the wall. (See next picture)
This shows the separation between the window and the wall. The area showing the view across the street is completely open to the outside.
It should be noted this person also informed me that following the fireworks/beer tossing incident on July 4th (which resulted in a police helicopter buzzing the area and generally scaring the bejezzus out of folks), the management of this building issued a memo informing tenants of the rules regarding use of the roof (as seen at the beginning of this post) and that surveillance cameras were installed so as to catch anyone using it without permission. These were promptly rendered non-functional.
Yes sir, it would appear the Viridian has some rather serious problems. Those of you wishing to have a staycation, have the odd $137.00 to burn and wish to see this shit show firsthand might be interested to know a resident of the Viridian is renting her penthouse apartment via airbnb. Otherwise I recommend checking out “G’s” documentation of the train wreck that is 110 Green Street”. It’s something else.*
UPDATE, August 12,2012: There appears to two websites dedicated to 110 Green Street. Behold, Viridian Gripes! I for one found the latest poll rather illuminating.
*Not to suggest I am surprised that the “quality” of construction at this luxury building has become an issue.