From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Baracked!

November 9, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 

This image comes courtesy of my colleague and good friend Caryn over at Brooklyn11222*. To see the previous incarnation of this window display check out this post from November 4th.

Miss Heather

*Who, like myself, found the conduct of the 94th Precinct Tuesday night out of line. Follows is my favorite passage from her spot-on post on the subject:

…There is very little justification for their (the N.Y.P.D.’s) behavior. And they only got away with it because they were doing it to white kids in Williamsburg. If they had tried to pull an action like this in Bed-Stuy it would have been an international incident.

A Year In The Life Of Lee Fisher, Part I

November 9, 2008 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

One reason I do not keep a diary is because the one time I did my parents read it and I got bawled out. Big time. I suppose this is why twenty years later I elected my (on occasion) less-than-savory sentiments on the Internets: if I am to have no expectations of privacy, the more the merrier. As a matter of fact, my favorite reads from the junk shop are OTHER people’s diaries. These turn up pretty regularly. Most are pretty dull but occasionally I’ll find a real page-turner. As a result I know much intimate details from lives of people I have not and probably never will meet: the night-stands, bad days at work, good days at work, what he or she made for Christmas dinner six years ago and so forth. Which brings me to the item to the left.

This is the frontispiece from a “penny diary” I found recently. It belonged to one Lee Fisher of 443 Grand Street, New York, New York. Since it was absolutely miserable out yesterday I gave it a read. While not very detailed it did give some indication as to what the daily life of an average Joe living in the Lower East Side almost 100 years ago was like.

After mulling it over a bit I decided to embark on a little project. Publish a series of posts featuring the tomes of Mr. Fisher. Since I have no images of him or the other folks who graced his life I decided to pair select entries with images from my cache of old New York City photographs.

Here is the first installment. Enjoy!

January 8, 1917

In store until 7:30 p.m. Met the boys at Stitch’s. Saw them beat up Harry Kaplan. Some fight. Read a book. To bed.

January 19, 1917

In store until 7 p.m. Heard an Anarchistic lecture by Emma Goldman and Alex Berkman, Read the “Blast”. To bed.

(You can read his diary entries for January 1 – February 2 by clicking here.)

February 9, 1917

In store until 7:30 p.m. Had some ruff words with Sam about the work. Played pool. Read a mag, a few newspapers. To bed.

(You can read his diary entries for February 3 – March 4 by clicking here.)

March 28 & 31, 1917

In store until 12 o’clock, The work is getting on my nerves, Though Spring just came around. Read a newspaper. To bed.

In store until 12 mid. Spring is certainly getting on my nerves. Read newspaper went to bed.

(You can read his diary entries for March 5 – April 3 by clicking here.)

May 2, 1917

No work today. Saw the “Twin Bess” with Sis Sarah in afternoon. Went to see Belle & did not enjoy as well as usual. To bed at one.

(You can read his dairy entries from April 4 – May 3 by clicking here.)

I hope you have enjoyed this voyeuristic trip back in time. In the next installment our protagonist whiles away the summer at Coney Island, goes “machine riding” with his friends and ponders taking a trip to Cuba. Stay tuned!

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Mary

November 9, 2008 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 

From Graham Avenue.

Miss Heather

REMINDER: The Ramen-Off Cometh

November 8, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 

Basically this post is an excuse to feature what has to be one of the most diabolically clever party invitations I have ever seen! Those of you who want to learn about this event (which is slated for 7:00 p.m. tomorrow at the “backroom” of Union Poll) can get the scoop by clicking here.

Miss Heather

Boobification Photo du Jour: Boobies On Board!

November 8, 2008 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

From 4th Avenue.

Miss Heather

TODAY: Adoption Event At P.S. 9

November 8, 2008 ·
Filed under: Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 

Although this is incredibly last minute I want to pass along this adoption event Empty Cages Collective will be throwing today, November 8, 2008 starting at 1:00 p.m. Why not drop by P.S. 9 and make a new friend or two (like Hodgepodge, the lovely lady who graces the above flier)?

Kitten & Cat Adoption Day
November 8, 2008 ,1:00 – 5:00 p.m.
P.S. 9
169 North 9 Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211

Miss Heather

Greenpoint Photo du Jour: More A$$

November 7, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

From Manhattan Avenue.

Miss Heather

Southside Photo du Jour: It’s The Economy, $tupid!

November 7, 2008 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 

From South 5th Street.

Miss Heather

Inexcusable

November 6, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 

I am certain a number of you have seen these videos by now. I would strongly advise those of you who have witnessed acts of excessive force by New York’s Finest on Bedford Avenue Tuesday night to attend their next monthly community meeting and share your experiences with the 94th Precinct’s C.O. Fulton. Here are the deets:

N.Y.P.D. Monthly Community Meeting For November
November 17, 2008, 7:30 p.m. (they’re held the third Monday of every month)
Capital One Bank (better known as the Greenpoint Savings Bank)
807 Manhattan Avenue (be sure to use the side entrance on Calyer)
Brooklyn, New York 11222

In addition, any of you who got badge numbers can also file a complaint at the Civil Complaint Review Board.

Miss Heather

Anniversary Present, Mr. Heather Style

November 6, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

My husband espouses a very interesting approach to gift-giving. I learned this very early on when I received my first Christmas present from him:

a Hello Kitty jewelry box which plays “Everything Is Beautiful”. I did my best to conceal my disappointment. I failed miserably.

Mister Heather:

You’re always misplacing your jewelry, I thought this would be helpful.

I tried out of sheer guilt, dear readers, to use this item. It didn’t work out for two reasons:

  1. The Tupperware bowl I keep my cache of paste in works just fine.
  2. The aforementioned Tupperware bowl does not play an insipid song by Ray Stevens every fucking time I open it.

I really dislike Ray Stevens, folks. So you can imagine my dismay after willfully and deliberating leaving this jewelry box open (so as to run down the hand cranked music box) only to hear THAT RAGE-INDUCING SONG every damned time I opened it. I finally broke down and asked the Mister about it. Here’s his reply:

I noticed it was not playing music (when you open it) so I have been winding it up for you.

I took a deep breath, explained to him that I had let the music box on this item run down on purpose and requested that he please refrain from winding it. I felt like an ungrateful shitheel for doing this but I really couldn’t handle listening to that syrupy sweet song. It would have been like me giving him a humidor that cranks AC/DC whenever he opens it.

Nonetheless the Mister learned a very valuable lesson that year: trying to organize me is futile. All it does is confuse me and piss me off. Best to leave well enough alone. Ever since then he has endeavored to redeem himself. And this wedding anniversary he did.

Aside from asking for a cookbook I didn’t expect anything in the way of a present. Needless to say I was pleasantly surprised and a little nervous when I was told:

You’ll be getting something else too. It’ll come in the mail. You’ll really like it.

It arrived in the mail yesterday. He was so eager for me to see it he grabbed a pair of scissors, voraciously tore away the packaging and showed it to me.

He immediately misconstrued my dumbstruck expression as being one of disappointment:

I looked very hard to find this. It has scenes in it that were excised from the American release like when she has sex with the statue and when Grandier gets disemboweled.

I told the Mister I very much appreciated his present and his gift-picking ability has greatly improved. I assured him the expression on my face was one of shock, not disappointment. I then proceeded to explain to him that a restored copy of Ken Russell’s The Devils struck me as being the weirdest damned thing to give one’s wife on a wedding anniversary imaginable. He couldn’t understand why I felt this way.

Needless to say I can hardly wait to see what he gets me next year. Thanks Mister Heather!

Miss Heather