I spied a woman posting these fliers this afternoon and figured why not pass it along? It has been my experience that the stoop (or in this case tag) sales on Kent Street have pretty good pickings. So if you’re in the market for furniture, paintings or “good misc.” (presumably on the cheap) check this one out!
Saturday, February 7 & Sunday, February 8, 9:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m.
131 Kent Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Jay Lombard of Dog Habitat asks:
When is a square not a square?
Answer: when it’s in Greenpoint!
The sports bar that was located at 1 Bedford Ave has been given a makeover and a new name: Greenpoint Square. I didn’t have a chance to take a photo of it this morning. The windows were covered so I couldn’t tell how close they are to opening (another) bar in GP. I was laughing at the name because Greenpoint’s ‘flatiron’ building is anything but square!
Well, I swung by today to give this place a look-see. Not only were these guys gracious enough to tell me their planned opening date (next Friday, February 12) but they also let me inside to take a couple photographs!
Will these guys make their self-imposed deadline of one week? I’m not terribly sure. Nonetheless they are doing some very lovely work on the space I am very eager to see the finished product!
1 Bedford Avenue (Greenpoint’s “Flatiron Building”)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Proposed Opening Date: Friday, February 12, 2009
How I could have overlooked this in the light of Lux Interior’s untimely passing is beyond me. The previous having been said, this soon-to-be antiquated set of bunny ears hails from Boerum Street.
From North 6th Street.
Filed under: Williamsburg
From the intersection of River Street and Metropolitan Avenue.
I have no idea who Vasska is, but someone in Greenpoint loves him (or her).
North 6th Street.
Filed under: Area 51
My fondest memory of the Cramps has nothing to do whatsoever with the band per se (although I had the pleasure of seeing them live and love their music). It has to do with my father: Pa Heather. Back in the day before i-Tunes I drew up a list of items I would like for Christmas. In my wish list I included (for shits and giggles) “Smell of Female” by the Cramps on compact disc. Being the dutiful dad Pa Heather was (and is) he went to the local music store, asked one of their employees for help finding “Smell of Female” and purchased it. Although my father made it sound like a chore at the time I think he rather enjoyed it.
Thank you Lux for the great musicÂ (A Date With Elvis is in high rotation in this here household), laughs and bringing my (sometimes closeted but subversive nonetheless) family closer together!
Come tomorrow morning I am sticking out my can for the garbage man. Not just out of respect for Lux Interior, but as a married woman I take all the cheap thrills I can get!
P.S.: Actually I know of another story about the Cramps. My boss Larry da Junkman once shaved the word “Cramps” in his back hair and flashed it at Lux, et. al. at one of their concerts. It apparently made quite the impression as Mr. Interior later mentioned it in a radio show.
Fliers like this break my heart. Unlike a lot of people who can no longer afford their pets and simply toss them out on the street or dump them at the nearest feral cat colony the person who lost this cat simply didn’t know any better. A popular misconception (which leads to the conception of a lot of kittens) is that nursing cats cannot go into heat. They can and will. And when female cats go into heat they make every effort to escape. That’s what happened here.
If you have seen this lovely momma cat or know of her whereabouts please contact her person at either of the above telephone numbers. Not only is this man heartbroken, he wants to get her spayed before she has any more kittens.