Filed under: 11206, Brooklyn, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Bogart Street.
From Skillman Street.
P.S.: On that note I am off for a walk to shake-off a little fall ennui of my own. More later!
Remember 184 Eagle Street? For those of you who don’t it is a failed condo (nondo) which was being pressed into service as an illegal “hostel”. Truth be told I had almost forgotten about this bit of real estate bust hilarity. Almost: I recently received a reminder in my inbox:
concerned neighbor who writes:
You know I really bought the whole rogue tenant thing UNTIL now!!!!
Here is a listing for a 1 week “sublet” @ 184 eagle street…
Perhaps I am being a stickler but didn’t the ad copy clearly state this apartment was furnished?
(to be continued, no doubt…)
From Greenpoint Avenue.
Can someone please explain to me why someone (in this case, Diner) would see fit to employ this (a disembodied cow’s head) as decor? Is this for Halloween? What is the appeal? I honestly don’t get it.
This does not make me hungry (quite to the contrary: it makes me sort of queasy). Thoughts/feedback anyone?
Nancy (who forwarded me the above flier) writes:
Hi…as an occasional reader of your blog, I suspect you’d be willing to help us get the word out about our missing friend Lucy. Lucy is a lab/shepherd mix, she was very recently adopted through a rescue org from Puerto Rico and she is very skittish. She got spooked yesterday and managed to get out of her harness on Graham Avenue, near Meeker. As people tried to help grab her she ran faster. She was last seen running around between McGolrick & the spaceship poop refinery by a gentleman on a bicycle that tried to keep up with her. We believe she’s hiding in or near a factory. She has a collar and should be approached in a non-scary way. Thanks for any help you can give us spreading the word to keep an eye out for Lucy.
(she’s my friend’s dog, that’s her number on the flyer.)
If you have seen Lucy (who, as indicated above, is believed to be hiding out somewhere near the Shit Tits*) or know about her whereabouts please call her family at the above telephone number. Thanks!
UPDATE, November 3, 2009 4:45 p.m.: She’s been found!
*Although I am really warming up to the term “spaceship poop refinery”.
Here it is: highlights from yesterday’s dog parade from McGolrick Park. Nothing fancy (try filming dogs— they’re harder than cats. Felines don’t give a damn about attention; canines care a lot.). Noetheless you’ll see a couple prize winners and many other winsome pups in the following footage!
Part II: Featuring Eeyore
Part III: Featuring Amelia Earhart
Over and out!
Not too long ago I was referred to by an angry member of the Community Board 1 Yahoo group as “a paranoid blogger who pounds away at a computer from the back of a junk shop”. Or something to that effect. I forget. Probably because I don’t care. Despite my protestations that:
- I’m not paranoid…
- but it doesn’t mean they’re not after me!
I feel some clarification about my nefarious activity/ies is necessary:
1. No computers are located in the back of the junk shop: the area in question is chock a block with records.
2. The “company computer” is located in the front of the store and its keyboard looks like this:
aside from being utterly filthy, you will notice some crucial keys are missing. The author of this mischief is also known to switch keys around for shits and giggles. Which brings me to why…
3. I rarely, if ever, blog from the junk shop.
This may very well change. Barack Obama promised change and I, feeling a fresh breath of empowerment and moxie, instituted a little change of my own this weekend. Behold, Junk Shop Keyboard 2.0!
What you are witnessing is an the product of diabolical ingenuity. I cannibalized an old Mac keyboard so as to replenish/rehabilitate the current one.
When faced when an obstacle (such as the lack of a left-hand shift key on both keyboards) I persevered and improvised. Which beings me to the diabolical part: after some field testing I deduced that most of the keys work. MOST. I’ll leave it up to my fellow imp to figure out which ones they are!