As you can clearly see from this photograph taken yesterday* punk is alive and well on Bushwick Avenue.
*February 2, 2009: twenty years to the day John Simon Ritchie— better known as Sid Vicious— died.
I came across the following YouTube video courtesy of Bedbuggers.
The next time you think about taking home that old couch or buying a “used” mattress think of this. Lou Sorkin was present at the now infamous HPD bed bug workshop in Greenpoint last May. Not only does this gent have a rather extensive knowledge of how bedbugs breed but he also has his own bed bug farm! That’s dedication folks.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
V wrote on January 29, 2009 (in regards to the two previous images, which he sent me):
Here are some photos showing how my wonderful neighbors at 181 greenpoint avenue are helping to beautify Greenpoint (if you’re a rat).
I replied January 30, 2009:
YUCK. Do they just toss out the garbage like that or is someone rummaging through it? In any case it sucks.
P.S.: Nice Fedders boxes! Maybe I should swing by when the garbage is particularly “festive” and run it on Fedders Friday!
V replied January 31, 2009:
They just toss it out like that. They finally got a DSNY ticket taped to their door; the trash and ticket are still there, worse, days later. I swear the pile has doubled.
February 2, 2009
Yes SIR. That D.O.S. citation has seriously motivated the citizens of this building (and block for that matter) to dispose of their garbage properly!
Filed under: Bushwick
Have you ever found yourself stopping dead in your tracks and marveling at how truly beautiful New York City can be? I had one such moment on Flushing Avenue today.
This Saturday, February 7, 2009 starting at 6:00 p.m. Lumenhouse will he having an opening reception for its latest exhibition, Sauce on The Side.Â Per New York Shitty reader, featured artist and fellow Greenpointer Tony Luib:
This is going to be an exciting show and a great way to see everything that I have been working on for the past year. I will have up to 8 sculptures & paintings pulled from several different series of work, that I have been working many hours on. I am also fortunate to be showing with two great artists with new work for the show.
There is a lot more art-related goodness scheduled for this upcoming weekend I plan to pass along so stayed tuned!
*Be sure to check out her prints. They’re quite lovely.
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Bartlett Street.
Unlike a number of people I was not bitten by the bug that is “Super Bowl Mania”. Quite frankly, I could care less and am very happy it is over. Super Bowl Sunday (as they call it) was such a beautiful day there was no way I was going park my butt in front of a television. I’d rather be out savoring the fifty degree weather. I was not alone. The following are highlights of my Sunday afternoon sojourn. Enjoy!
Don’t let the dour expression on this woman’s face fool you: she’s lovin’ it!
I have no idea what these gentlemen were discussing but they were clearly having a good time.
Enid’s rolled out another fantastic bit of snowflake art. Not that their clientele seemed to notice.
It was a great day to get out and take photographs…
…catch up with a few friends…
SOUTH 5th STREET
…or just kick back and chill. Figuratively speaking.
Filed under: Williamsburg
As I mentioned earlier I elected to while away “Super Bowl Sunday” not in front of a television screen but on the streets of north Brooklyn. This was an excellent decision as I not only spied delightful stuff like this, this, this and this:
Latitude Zero. My love of Latin American cuisine trumped my hatred of the B-word so I went inside to see what’s up.
I grabbed the last take-out menu they had on hand and struck up a conversation with the co-owner of this establishment (who was in the process of printing out more menus). She informed me they have been open for about a month now. After perusing their menu I voiced my pleasure at how many vegetarian items they had for the picking. The proprietress explained to me that although her partner in business (and life) was a meat eater she was not and their aim was to build a menu that would be appealing to everyone. With such diverse offerings as:
- Vegan spicy black Bean and cilantro soup
- Avocado and ginger vichyssoise (not vegan)
- Hand cut fries with habanero mayonnaise
- “Chonta Duro”: a vegan ceviche consisting of hearts of palm, mango, avocado and red onions
- “Salmon Miso-Honey”: miso-honey glazed salmon with baby bock choy
- Palak paneer
- Fish tacos and meated fare like…
- Hamburgers (I have been assured veggie burgers will be forthcoming), chorizo, and steak
I’d say they’re on the right track. This will be on my short list of new restaurants to check out with the Mister.
82 South 4 Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Phone: (718) 384-8282
Southsiders take note: they deliver!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This afternoon I arrived home after savoring today’s lovely weather to find a rather lengthy comment awaiting my approval. Ordinarily I approach such lengthy tomes with a sense of dread: experience has taught me that anything over two paragraphs is usually a bit— shall I say— “cranky”. Fortunately this was not the case. In fact I found it so compelling I felt it merited its own post. Beverly writes (in regards to this post):
Having been born at home on January 20, 1951Â at 1116 Manhattan Avenue, I grew up across the street from this “hotel”.Â It was originally called the EDWARDS HOTEL, later on changed to the PRINCE EDWARDS HOTEL dubbed the PRINCE HOTEL which has now evolved to the GREENPOINT HOTEL.
This was a place where the downtrodden took up residence.Â Many were welfare recipients, some worked and others just existed there.
Having lived across the street and attending St Cyril & Methodius School, I had to pass there everyday.Â Yes, the men was scary and looked like the same men who would hang out down the Bowery who cleaned your car windows begging for some change.
Of course we were always told “never speak to strangers”, so passing the Hotel was no different.Â I recall as a child perhaps walking a little faster past there than I would elsewhere.Â However, in all the time I was growing up and walking past this place not once did I ever encounter a problem.
I am sure that if the walls and halls of that place could speak, they would tell stories both good and horrible.Â I remember when we still had Police Officers WALKING a beat, they were a constant visitor there for one reason or another keeping peace.Â But never do I remember anyone who had to pass by being bothered by it’s residents.Â The men who resided there kept to themselves and never bothered anyone who passed by either who worked in the area or who lived in the area.Â In fact, I think there was more “action” in JOE TAX’S BAR which was on the corner of Clay Street and Manhattan Avenue then there was in the hotel!
My Dad’s family owned a house on Clay Street (#38), which was directly next door to HARTE & COMPANY, and when we went down to Grandma’s House where my Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived too, we would have to pass what was termed “THE HOTEL ANNEX” which was directly on Clay Street.Â Again, these men would sit around on the stoops or in summer on the fire escapes, but never in all that time did they ever bother the handful of residents that lived down that street or all the factory workers.
I know of no one who would be “brave” enough to go inside there, but as a girl growing up I can honestly say that passing by this place was not as scary as many would have you think.Â In fact, a puppy once ran out onto Manhattan Avenue and I screamed and it was the men sitting in front of the Hotel who immediately stopped the traffic and ran to the puppy’s rescue so that the B-62 Bus coming from the Depot would not run it over.Â Turns out the puppy belonged to someone who was in JOE TAX’S BAR and the puppy ran out the door before they could catch it.
I know that sounds like a “warm and fuzzy” feeling to a place that housed so many troubled souls, but like anything else on this earth…..there are good and bad in every bunch and I think these men just found themselves in a situation many had no control over.
I have lived through many good times in Greenpoint and remember some of the bad things that happened there too.Â However, the Wonderful and Good memories far OUTWEIGH the bad ones!
No matter where I have traveled, no matter where I have moved to & without a doubt or a nanoseconds hesitation, I will ALWAYS call GREENPOINT HOME!!!!!!
I want to thank Beverly for sharing her experiences. It made my afternoon in a big, BIG way. Thanks!
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Metropolitan Avenue.