When the sun makes a much-needed appearance some people go to the beach or for a walk in the park. Not yours truly. Since the weather was lovely— if a little brisk— yesterday I took a little time to step out, stop and smell the roses— in the shadow of the Shit Tits. You see, on North Henry Street between Greenpoint and Meserole Avenue I stumbled upon (the remains of) something remarkable: a guerrilla garden.
Granted, this looks like a Wuthering Heights/Grey Gardensesque mass of overgrowth now but at one time it must have been quite beautiful.
But there are also for your delectation roses…
Speaking for myself I would NOT put anything in my body that was grown in the soil here— much less within eye (and nose) shot of the Eastern seaboard’s largest waste treatment plant. But to each their own. If you happen to find yourself in this area, dear readers, swing by and give this garden a look-see. It’s really neat!
P.S.: Be sure to see the remains of an ingenious ad hoc hydroponic set-up down the block while you’re there.
Remember “Think Tanking”, the brainchild of my buddy Larry da Junkman and his cohort in crime Willie? Well, they’re hitting us with a new episode— which they purport to be their worst— in which they go to Town Square’s Pumpkinfest, muse about Manhattan Avenue cougars and pay our very own Shit Tits a visit. I was present during a great deal of the filming of this opus but alas, save one line, I found my way onto the proverbial cutting room floor. Enjoy— or not!
Shortly after this was filmed I was made aware that as of Spring 2010 the Visitor’s Center at the Newtown Creek Waste Treatment Facility will officially open and regular tours of the tits will be conducted. Perhaps when this comes to pass the guys at Think Tanking will film a follow-up episode? I can only hope so!
Last week the Mister needed a haircut. I accompanied him. As his hairdresser was giving him a trim she asked us if we had ever seen the guy who cruises along Bedford and Driggs Avenue in his SUV singing along to the oldies. We answered to the affirmative (this man is a bit of a local institution). We all agreed that someone should do a documentary about this gent. This morning via my inbox I learned someone has done just this. Russel writes:
hi miss heather,
i recently finished a video profile that documents anthony delia, aka the subaru dude, in williamsburg, bklyn. please check it out here and let me know if it makes the blog! thank you for your time.
Without further ado here is Anthony “Fucking” Delia’s story. Enjoy!
Thanks for sharing this great video with us, Russel!
From North 7 Street.
Filed under: 11222, 11237, Asshole, Bloomblight, Bushwick, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit
From 239 Banker Street.*
P.S.: Those of you who are wondering about 718-STANDUP’s provenance you can see it here. I suppose Max was a supporter of Isaac Abraham for the 33rd City Council District.
*Formerly known as the Sweater Factory Lofts.
From Nassau Avenue.
Today I walked to Kestane Kebab stomach a rumbling in the hope that they had opened. No such luck. However, they do have menus available to the curious and hungry. Naturally I grabbed one. As you will see (by clicking here) it is rather extensive (it even includes seafood) and has some of the most esoteric copy I have read in a long, long time. For example, item #28, a gyro:
Layers of marinated ground meat wrapped around the large vertical split and grilled in front of an ingenious herd of charcoal fire.
Who can argue with that? In all seriousness if any of you, dear readers, has theÂ scoop as to when this establishment will open please share. I am very eager to try it. “Ingenious herds of fire” and all!
OPENING DATE: Unknown
Hours: Sunday – Thursday 11:00 a.m. – 11:00 p.m.
Friday – Saturday 11:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m.
110 B Nassau Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
In other news (well, of the rumor variety) some of you might have noticed that Paloma’s old space (60 Greenpoint Avenue) is at long last getting an overhaul. The the neighborhood buzz is an Italian restaurant is going to move into this space. Hmm…
648 Humboldt Street* is looking pretty good nowadays…
and by good I mean bad! Little refinements over last year’s opus (such as the inspired addition of a very 11222 stroller mom, as seen above) are not only literally stopping traffic, but as you will see it made one little girl run away shrieking. Enjoy!
I will be uploading more Halloween goodness a little later so stay tuned!
*You can view a larger image of this masterpiece by clicking on the image gracing the beginning of this post or by clicking here.
STORE, that is. R writes:
we don’t patronize the deli on the corner anymore (the one with the window above the train staircase at nassau and manhattan).Â the garden store, it’s called, right?Â i went in to get some juice and was followed in by a guy with a lit cigarette dangling from his filthy mouth.Â the clerk was talking on the phone and the smoker asked for a pack of cigarettes.Â the clerk wordlessly went to get the requested pack.
a third customer: “you shouldn’t be smoking in here.”
clerk (momentarily leaving his telephone conversation): “hey!Â why you asking the customer like that? [sic]”
at this point, i pipe up, thankful that the third customer relieved me of my burning obligation to raise the issue with the shopkeep.
me: “because it’s against the law, that’s why.”
clerk: “you don’t talk to my customers in this way!”
me: “you are abetting a violation of the law and could be fined.Â heavily.”
third guy: “yeah, it’s against the law, that’s why.”
offending patron (to the third guy, puzzlingly): “i’ll remember you.”
he buys his smokes and exits.Â the clerk then begins to berate the third customer, finger wagging and all.Â above the tumult, i announce that my deli needs will henceforth be met elsewhere.Â as i leave, i hear the clerk tell the third guy to get the hell out of his store and never come back.
I have a confession to make: I have only been in this bodega maybe twice in all the years I’ve lived here. I got a creepy “vibe” from the place and haven’t been back. Is R’s experience (and my gut instincts) par for the course for this establishment? Thoughts, anyone?
This moment of zen has been brought to you courtesy of McGuinness Boulevard.