Thursday I had a truly amazing idea. I am still downright giddy in the afterglow of its sheer brilliance. In fact, I have been prancing around the apartment mirthfully giggling to myself for hours. Not since starting New York Shitty have I been as psyched about something as I am about this.
Who or [...]
On June 10th I have the honor of co-conducting Forgotten New York’s 30th walking tour which will cover (where else) Greenpoint! If you want to learn more about this fanfuckingtastic ‘nabe otherwise known as “The Garden Spot”, you can get all the deets and RSVP here. I don’t want to reveal too much about [...]
First off, I’d like to give a hearty shout-out to my homegirl 11222. It’s really nice not to be the only person bringing the, uh, finer points of “The Garden Spot” to the blogosphere’s attention. Maybe more people will actually pay attention to our oft-neglected and abused but very cool corner of Brooklyn as [...]
As I said yesterday, the bunghole of heaven has opened wide and showered me with a bounty of first-class shit pix. Here is today’s selection courtesy of Jaime, the proprietor of the known universe. He writes:
Hi Miss Heather,
This dog shit was in the stairwell of my loft in Bushwick. I realize the [...]
Last weekend I spent a significant amount of time working in the kitchen. I elected to do this because:
my husband watching a lot of television, including a number of John Wayne movies which I would just as well not partake of the kitchen was a filthy mess
Armed with a pitcher of margaritas, [...]
Because if you do, go on down to Noble Street and help yourself.
I saw these chickens pacing about on Noble Street just east of West Street yesterday afternoon. After a little research, I learned that their apparent “home” belongs to 72 West LLC. This corporate entity, in turn, is headed by Greenpoint’s [...]
This morning I awakened to discover a staggering assortment of blue-chip shit waiting for me in my inbox. One or two of them literally left me speechless. Here is the first installment, which was submitted by a gentleman named Jon Feinstein. It’s some seriously amazing stuff shit which I have taken the liberty of [...]
Miss Heather is a big fan of self-expression. If you want to (for example) adorn the front door of your two story house with leopard print, I say knock yourself out. In my opinion such unusual and modest customizations to one’s home only add to the overall quirkiness and character of my neighborhood.
Unfortunately, [...]
After getting a little housework done I finally have time to sit on my ass and sip a brewski. The laundry has been run, the dishwasher is loaded and groceries have been purchased. Life is good.
This morning I could not for the life of me decide what to feature for today’s installment [...]
In Williamsburg even the doggie droppings know how to do the suryanamaskara.
Miss Heather