Filed under: New York City, Upper West Side, Upper West Side Manhattan, Urban Fur
Taken by UrbanphotoZ.
Taken by Luis Peralta.
Filed under: 10032, New York City, The Word On The Street, Washington Heights, Washington Heights Manhattan
Taken November 13, 2014.
Filed under: 10031, Harlem, Harlem Manhattan, New York City, The Word On The Street
Taken November 13, 2014.
Filed under: 10027, Harlem, Harlem Manhattan, New York City, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
It is no mystery that I harbor a fascination with public pay phones. There are a number of reasons for this, among them:
- The advent and greater affordability of cell phones have rendered them obsolete…
- at least in terms of how they are intended to be used: as a means of communication.
- Thus, they are quite often repurposed for other uses. I need not go into them. We know. This phenomenon (in my humble opinion, anyway) is a sterling testament to human imagination and resourcefulness.
As you have seen, gentle readers, there is communication taking place here. The medium is a yellow paint pen, not a receiver. In all my years of pay phone fetishism I have to say this is one of the most— if not the most— sage pieces of advice I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It made made my day. In fact, I like it so much I may very well make postcards of it. Thank you anonymous vandal!
Taken by Michael.
Taken by Robert S.
This has to be one of the most terrifying Santas I have ever seen. You gotta wonder what is in that sack of his…
(Taken by Robert S.)
Taken by Reuben Radding.
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City, The Word On The Street
There’s more creepy people in NY than anywhere I’ve been.
New York Shitty Analysis: Clearly this individual has never been to Albany. There are some weapons grade
douchebags creeps to be found there. Some of whom are seeking re-election.
Seriously folks: please, PLEASE get out and vote tomorrow.
But I do not like any of the candidates.
You say? Then bring along a pen and write-in your candidate of choice. This is what I intend to do. For example, let’s take the Governor’s race. I for one have been carpet-bombed with fliers for Andrew Cuomo and/or his “Women’s Equality Party”. I am guessing his “wizards” “crunched” the numbers/statistics and deduced I would likely be moved by material like this:
If there is one thing I have observed as a New York State (and “City”) resident, it is there’s plenty of injustice to go around. One need not be a woman to experience it (although it does not hurt): being LGBTQ, a Latino or African American male youth (Can you say “Stop & Frisk?), simply practicing a religion and/or having a national origin which is not widely understood (Hello, Ebola scare/”stranger danger”!) will suffice. Hell, the previous make being a straight, married, woman of White Anglo Saxon descent look like a cake walk.
I am writing in Bella Abzug as my choice for Governor. The fact she is deceased is, in my humble opinion, a minor technicality. Ms. Abzug was a genuine, honest-to-god, balls-to-the-wall feminist. She was a fighter. And I suspect, wherever she may be, she takes an exceptionally dim view of “Women’s Equality Party”. This is because the “WEP” seeks to exploit— not build upon— the hard work and sacrifices women like her made to make our lives a mite bit better in 2014.
Note: I wrote our. No feminist worth her (or his) salt is merely going to vote by virtue of vagina. It is much more complicated than that. “Women’s” issues are inextricably tied to LGBTQ issues. Same goes for race and class. But there I go talking about class again. It’s time to wrap this tome up.
Those of you who do not know where your polling station is can find out here. Now if you do not mind, it’s cocktail time…