From The New York Shitty Inbox: Relief Is On The Way!

I am going to take the glass bowl half-full approach and assume that Ms. Sewell meant May 18th. Our great olfactory nightmare is over, Greenburgers!

UPDATE, 2:11 p.m.: It has been reconfirmed! Our new port-o-let will be delivered Friday!

New York Shitty Day Starter: Breakfast

Raccoon in Central Park

Taken by mytummytalkstome.

Williamsburg Photo du Jour: YO!

Taken May 13, 2012.

New York Shitty Photo du Jour: Mother’s Day Special

Because nothing says “I love you mom” in the Garden Spot quite like a free shot glass…

Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Mother’s Day Special

Taken May 13, 2012.

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Jose

Jose and LIED: Hunts Point, Bronx

Taken by Chris Arnade.

The Word On The Street, Part IV: From Sutton Street With Love

P.S.: Props go out to my eagle-eyed compatriot at Brooklyn Imbecile for spotting and capturing the second item (that has since received an addition which appears to be written in excrement). Great find!

Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Cat Walk

From Manhattan Avenue, a constant source of fashion inspiration for yours truly.

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Jose, Airborne

Jose again: Hunts Point, Bronx

Taken by Chris Arnade.

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part III: Jose

Jose upright: Hunts Point Bronx

Chris Arnade (who took the above photograph) writes:

Last year I was in a desolate part of Hunts Point, talking to a friend. A group of about ten teenagers came down the street, loud, filled with energy, and seemingly marauding (kicking over cones, jumping on and over stationary cars, etc). I have never had a problem in my twenty years in New York City, but that does not mean I don’t stay aware. As they passed, out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jose, do a back flip over a hydrant. Amazed, I yelled out to him. He and his friends, who were also warily eyeing me and my friend, thinking we were cops, were planning to run away, but his friend Henry had a sprained ankle, so they stood their ground.

Since then I have come to grow very fond of Jose and his friends, and have done two proper photo shoots. Big fans of Parkour, Hip-hop, and Anime, they are fighting against an area where the pressures of poverty, drugs, and limitied opportunity weigh heavily.

For me it’s another lesson in expectations. All of my accumulated baggage from popular culture signaled for me to get away from these kids and their bad intentions, all theirs told them to get away from the cop who would treat them unfairly. Neither of us did that, and because of that I certainly have learned a bit more about the Bronx.

Groups of teenagers have thrown rocks at me from a distance (I just spread my arms and say “Give me your best shot, you arm aint that good.” So far that’s worked). I understand what the combination of boredom, energy, and hormones can do. Hell, I threw rocks at things when I was that age.

More of Jose here: Jose the amazing