Busy Night at 143 Huron Street

October 16, 2007 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

I am just now enjoying the first semblance of peace and quiet I have had all evening. It is 11:13 p.m.

My evening was kicked off by my neighbor (who I have taken to calling Chatty Cathy) yammering to her friends on her cell phone. I regret to inform everyone that she and her boyfriend have broken up. She’s really upset about it too. I suppose that’s why she spent several hours recounting each and every painful detail to her numerous friends. Among them was her former boyfriend stating that he needed to “find himself”. It took every iota of restraint I had to keep from shouting out the window:

You’re ex-boyfriend is full of shit!

Eventually she saw fit to go back indoors and continue her (undoubtedly) very sad story. I suspect my shouting

If they do not stop making all that goddamn noise I am going to call the fucking police!

had something to do with this. This outburst was not directed at her (I am not the kind of person to call the cops on someone when he or she is down), rather, one of the neighboring landlords saw fit to employ an international coalition of idiots (Thanks for this one, Dategirl!) to do a little work on her building’s facade. Was there a permit posted sanctioning this? No, why should there be? In Greenpoint we don’t need no steeeenking permits. They finally saw fit to call it quits at 7:00 p.m. How very thoughtful of them.

Unfortunately, the chaps at 143 Huron were not so considerate. Despite being ordered by the Department of Buildings not to work after hours they were quite the busy (and noisy) beavers tonight. Imagine that. So on top of listening to my husband conduct a conference call regarding some I.T. meltdown at his place of employment, I also got to bask in the sound of sheet metal being cut and hammered.

143 Huron, 10/16/07 7:20 p.m.

After taking the above photo, I called 311. I explained to the operator that I have complained about them working after hours twice the previous month. I provided her the complaint numbers and she pulled up the records on her computer. Even she was confused by the following disposition given by the Department of Buildings.

9/25/07 Complaint

As you can see, 143 Huron was issued a stop work order violation for “after hours work only”. My phone call to 311 was placed at 7:25 p.m. This is “after hours”. The operator asked me if they were still working and I assured her they were. See where I’m going here?

Another complaint was filed and I added it to the growing collection on my dry erase board. Remembering what a D.E.P. operator advised a fellow Greenpointer to do in such situations, I called the police. That came to pass at 7:30 p.m.

I waited, they worked.

Man cutting sheet metal, 143 Huron 10/16/07

LOUDLY.

At 7:54 p.m. I receive a call from the 94th Precinct. The woman tells me a squad car is there and the officers report they cannot hear anything. I begged to differ, so I threw on some sweat pants and walked over to 143 Huron. After acknowledging that yes, these men are making a lot of noise, I am told that the police cannot do anything about “construction matters” and that I should take it up with the Department of Buildings. I tell them I have. Repeatedly. In return I am assured they will “come by to inspect it eventually”. I go home.

143 Huron 10/16/07 8:35 p.m.

The workers do not.

143 Huron 10/16/07 9:00 p.m.

They finally decided to wind things down at 9:30 p.m. My husband got off the phone at 11:10 p.m. Which brings me back to where I am at right now. It is late. I am tired. Tired and very, very PISSED OFF.

Miss Heather

Polka Porn?

October 16, 2007 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Yesterday I found a real gem at the Salvation Army on Manhattan Avenue.

Dirty Polka

Even though I do not even own a record player, I shelled out the one dollar required to purchase this item and brought it home. Let’s just say it tickles my admittedly perverse fancy. First, you have a man and woman who look like they are going at it. Secondly, this image is flanked by canned ham, bread, a mug of beer and a number of rather phallic sausages, of which one has been sliced by a rather menacing looking knife. Kielbasa a la Bobbit!

But the best part, dear readers, cannot been seen in the above photo: it is the ad copy on the back. Here it is in all its glory. Warning: reading the following might induce night terrors and chronic bed wetting.

Pornographic Polka

Shouldn’t that be Jack Stulak on the strumpet and David Pietrzak on the sexaphone?

The concept of “adults only” Polka brings to mind a number of things I could quite frankly do without. Polka key parties, Polka wife-swapping and Polka orgies, just to name a few. I can’t believe I just thought of Polka key parties. I must go now. I need to take a nice scalding hot shower and scrub the stain off my soul.

Miss Heather

UPDATE, 10/17/07: This morning I received an email from a new reader of New York Shitty. He writes:

Polish Songs Mama Never Taught Me: Give it to me and I’ll make a high-quality CD of it. Sounds amazing.

I have taken him up on his offer.

Putting the “Shit” In New York Shitty

October 16, 2007 ·
Filed under: Crazy People, Dung of the Day, Other Shit 

I was forwarded this shitastic link by my fantastic buddy Judy over at Dategirl. It is so utterly stupid and revolting I have seen fit to feature it here on New York Shitty. I present to you, dear readers, a sampling from Diaper Free Adventures. An adventure in faux hippie crap trap and bad spelling:

My husband and I went to Williamsburg yesterday to get some good coffee at Verb and some militant vegan food at Foodswings. The L train was moderatley crowded with no seats left in which to sit, but not too many people standing. In these situations I do not do EC. I am too embarassed to take my son out of his carrier, unclip the potty from my bookbag, pull off his little gray sweatpants, open his diaper, lift him over the red potty and say, “Pssss. Pee-pee” into his ear.

This is beyond my comprehension:

  1. Verb coffee sucks ass. Their service is even worse.
  2. I am damned close to being a vegan, yet never profess to eat “militant vegan food”. This phrase even pisses me off.
  3. There are enough people, grown-ups no less, who piss on the L train as is. This woman’s entitled cunt dumpling does not need contribute to this nuisance.

Perhaps she is training her son to be a crazy homeless person? This would make sense given all the fucked shit she has probably (already?) filled his little head with and the state of the U.S. economy. After flunking out at the fry vat at Mickey D’s I am certain he’ll take to ranting and raving on Greenpoint Avenue like a natural. Pissing and shitting all over the place. Just like a pro. Just like mom taught him!

Pssss. Pee-pee!

Miss Heather

What Is Missing From This Picture?

October 16, 2007 ·
Filed under: 11222, Abjectecture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 

Yesterday was a beautiful day. So much so I shook off my autumn doldrums and went for a walk. I am very, very happy I did. Read on and find out why.

609 Manhattan Avenue 10/15/07

When I reached 607 Manhattan Avenue I stopped. “Something is missing, but I just can’t put my finger on it.” I mused to myself.

609 Manhattan Avenue 6/3/07

Oh, that’s what it is. That hideous sign I have been ranting about for months has been removed! Wondering if the Department of Buildings had a hand in this most auspicious (and long awaited) event, I hightailed it home and checked out their web site.

DOB BIS 609 Manhattan Avenue 10/15/07

THEY DID!!!

I would like to take a moment to thank the folks at the Department of Buildings for ordering the removal this of this hideous (and potentially dangerous) eyesore from my community. I’ve given your agency a real drubbing of late, but I believe in giving props for a job well done. Now, if S.P.I.T. would work its regulatory magic on 72 Norman Avenue, we’ll be all aces.

Miss Heather

Monday is Bone Day!

October 15, 2007 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Polski Meat Market

Any Greenpointers out there who loves them some bones, listen up.

Free Bones!

Mondays are Bone Days at the Polski Meat Market. Those of you who are currently craving a bone (or two) should drop what you’re doing, head on down to 726 Manhattan Avenue and get you some! They’re totally FREE!!!

Polski Meat Market
726 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222

Be sure to tell them Miss Heather sent you.

Miss Heather

2007 BARC Dog Parade

October 15, 2007 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

Greenpoint!

I want to give a big ol’ New York Shitty shout-out to all the dapperly dressed dogs I marched with yesterday! My buddy Rachael and I had a lot of fun mixing with the pups (be they with four legs or two) while handing out Tootsie Rolls to the children. Unfortunately, marching while wearing a gas mask and digester tank bra render one unable to take pictures. (Hell, I could barely see where I was walking!) Such is the sacrifice one sometimes has to make for her art.

That said, my buddy over at The Gowanus Lounge shot a great set of photographs and a nifty short film. Check ’em out!

Miss Heather

Shanghai Lee: R.I.P.

October 15, 2007 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

Shanghi Lee Small

I saw the above notice in the window of Shanghai Lee last week as I was running errands. I’ll be upfront: I never ate at this restaurant. My husband and I talked about doing so once. While standing right in front of Shanghai Lee, no less. The deal breaker was when we saw three men wrangle an enormous barrel of MSG out of the back of a truck and into the basement of this establishment.

Will this become a second Chinese Musician restaurant? I honestly don’t know. I will say the Chinese Musician is the only Chinese restaurant I will patronize in Greenpoint. Their soups are pretty tasty and if the they use MSG, they are a lot more low key about it.

In (semi) related news Ton Kao II, the latest Thai restaurant to grace the Garden Spot, has learned a very valuable lesson about operating a business here.

FREE BEER!

You do NOT put out a sandwich board advertising free beer in a neighborhood renowned for the copious consumption of alcoholic beverages. The above sign dates from October 7, 2007. In the last seven days I have watched it evolve. Their 2.0 version read: “Free beer with dinner purchase.” This too, proved to be flawed, as I learned last Saturday, October 13. This is when I heard one of their many* barkers handing out menus exclaim:

You get ONE free beer with dinner purchase!

As for the signage, they 86ed the free beer ad copy all together.

Lunch Special

I tried one of their soups last week: lemon grass. It was a tad too salty for my taste. Come to think of it, a beer would have washed it down very nicely.

Miss Heather

*I cannot walk to Greenpoint Avenue without being assailed by three different people shilling their menus. Very annoying.

When Advertecture Attacks: 72 Norman Avenue

October 15, 2007 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

72 Nassau Avenue

Yesterday I was reminded that I had yet to write a post about a new(ish) restaurant I recently discovered in Greenpoint. It is called Onyx and is located at 278 Nassau Avenue. Never heard of it you say? Too bad. If you had it might mean this hideous piece of (illegal?) advertising at 72 Norman Avenue is effective.

Onyx Welcomes You

Wow, they even have a party room. How nice! Sadly, the same cannot be said about turning a piece of residential property (on an otherwise quaint block) into a billboard.

I wonder how much money the owner of this house received for hanging this turd? As you can probably imagine, one of this chap’s neighbors took issue with this sign and reported to the Department of Buildings. That was October 10, 2007. I took the above photo October 14, 2007. Per the Department of Building’s web site, this complaint was assigned to the “Special Investigative Team” —also known as S.P.I.T.— October 11, 2007. I am not making this shit up.

Anyone want to hazard a guess how long it will take before the Department of Buildings to order this eyesore taken down?

Miss Heather

The Forgotten Borough

October 14, 2007 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

I have been (long) remiss in posting this, the latest opus by my buddy Steve in Astoria. Here it is.





Staten Island and Greenpoint have a number of things in common:

  1. Both of the previous are butts of endless jokes.
  2. Both have been (or are) used as a trash receptacles for the city at large, yet
  3. high-density Fedders-style development thrives.
  4. And, lest we forget: public transportation sort of sucks.

    Miss Heather

Help Feed Greenpoint’s Hungry

October 13, 2007 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

One thing I learned on my “date” with the very nice and very married Co-pastor of the Greenpoint Reformed Church last month was there is nary a single food pantry in the Garden Spot. None. Nil. Zero. Zip. Given the median income for a Greenpoint family of four is $30,000 a year, I find this both surprising and appalling. From the Greenpoint Reformed Church web site:

According to the New York Coalition Against Hunger, the 11222 zip code doesn’t have a single food pantry, soup kitchen or food program. Yet, there are far too many people who are hungry in Greenpoint. Several people ring the church’s doorbell each month looking for a meal or some canned goods. In the Bible, Jesus clearly commands us to feed his people. Because of this, our congregation is taking a leap of faith and starting both a weekly food pantry and a Wednesday evening community meal.

Starting these programs is the easy part; keeping them going is going to be even more difficult. What can you do to help in this effort to reduce hunger? First, you can volunteer to help out. This project will need people to cook and serve meals and to organize and hand out grocery bags on Wednesdays. It will also require some start-up funding. Perhaps you can sponsor or organize a fund raising event or perhaps you’re prepared to make a monetary donation to the cause? Donations of food and funds are welcomed and encouraged. You can donate right here online or cans and boxed food can be left in the collection boxes in the church parlor.

I am hardly the church-going type, but I like Ann and what her church is doing. They offer a host of services and outreach programs the less fortunate among us here can really use. I strongly encourage anyone who is reading to this contribute a little time and/or money to get this food pantry rolling. A bag of groceries or $20.00 isn’t a such big deal to you or me, but to those in need (many of whom are families, I would like to add) it makes the difference between having dinner on the table or going to bed hungry. Think about it.

Greenpoint Reform Church
136 Milton Street
Brooklyn, NY 11222
(718) 383-5941

Miss Heather

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