First it was a woman with Che’s face tattooed on her arm and now this. Poor Mr. Guevara, look what popular culture has done to you!
Many will attest that Greenpoint has a vibrant artistic community. Hell, even our local MRI office is looking for artists to liven up their premises.
Therefore it came as little surprise to yours truly when I discovered someone on Clay Street elected to warn his (or her) neighbors of bedbug infested material in a manner that is both informative and visually engaging.
This may very well be the harbinger of a new art movement: Bedbug Expressionism a la Christo!
Is it just my art education talking or does this have a certain Jackson Pollock-esque je nais sais quoi?
It has been awhile since I have seen dear old Fozzie, the DOTmobile’s mascot.
The date was July 25, 2007 and he had clearly seen better days. I even wrote an obit for Greenpoint’s furry friend. But almost a year later I discovered I was a bit premature reporting of his demise.
Per a reliable source at the Department of Transportation I have learned that Fozzie’s body was “ripped off”. It is unclear whether this gentlemen used the term “ripped off” to denote that his body was stolen or irrevocably separated from his head. Maybe he meant both? In any case, he is no longer with us.
Alas poor Fozzie, I knew him well.
Those of you wishing to send your condolences should know that Fozzie is survived by Barney the Dinosaur and the hardworking men at the Department of Transportation depot at 130 Clay Street. May he rest in peace.
From the Newtown Creek Nature Walk.
Greenpoint Diagnostic Imaging at 1024 Manhattan Avenue is looking for local (READ: Greenpoint) artists who would like to hang work (for sale, naturally) in their office! In addition they are seeking proposals for jazzing up their front gate (a mural, perhaps?). Anyone wishing to displaying work or help beautify G.D.I.’s rather drab security gate (listening out there, Alphabeta?) should contact Dave at (718) 389-5000.
All ideas are welcome!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
It has been published! Click here to read the piece I wrote for the Poop Report about none other than our local waste treatment plant. While very general in nature, I am certain all of you will learn something new about Greenpoint’s newest landmark. Enjoy!
Photo Credit: Mr. Heather
*A term (along with “Poop Boobs”) invented by none other than Greenpoint’s very own Taylor of the Brooklyn Kitchen.
This is your brain in Greenpoint Brooklyn, U.S.A.
This is your brain in Fort Lee, New Jersey.
Photo Credits: the inimitable Bitchcakes and Mr. Heather.
…the finger, that is.
I recently discovered the fine folks at Greenpt.com (a nifty site filled with great anecdotes about living in Greenpoint) have discovered me! It was via their message board, which is where I found the following question:
Well it looks like the scaffolding for india and franklin street is going up for another
finger building. I wonder where the other three fingers of the hand will be built… What is a finger building?
I had never thought about it before, but this colloquialism has never been given a standardized definition. I will attempt to do so here and now.
finger building (fing’ er bil’ ding) n. An edifice which is disproportionately larger than its neighbors, thus giving it the appearance of a finger being extended from one’s fist. While usually employed as a casual reference to 144 North 8th Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn it is also invoked in Greenpoint. SEE: zoning loopholes and Karl Fischer.
What is the difference between a Williamsburg and Greenpoint finger, you ask?
Very simple: Greenpoint gives it back.
Starting at 4:00 p.m. L Magazine and SCION will be presenting the Williamsburg Block Party, a benefit for the Open Space Alliance of North Brooklyn at the McCarren Park Pool*. Not only will there be free entertainment in the offering but also food— lots of it— from a number of local establishments including one of my personal favorites: Teddy’s! Those of you wanting more information can peruse Summerscreen’s web site by clicking here.
*Which is in Greenpoint.
The cops thought it might be faster to drive on the sidewalk while persuing a perp. Something went wrong and they took out our iron fence. I came home to this last Friday night.
You can see how much force would have been necessary to do this.
Wouldn’t you like to come home to this? Lest any of you are wondering Brooklyn’s very own 90th Precinct is the author of this ad hoc demolition*. I do not want to sound preachy but I want each and every one of you to think about what could have happened if someone happened to be sitting on this stoop or was exiting the building.
This is inexcusable.
*On Montrose Avenue just steps away from a SCHOOL.