Although my colleague over at The Gowanus Lounge has already brought attention to this event I feel compelled to post here anyway. Those of you who will be braving the cold today down on Bedford Avenue should swing by NYCPet and say “Hi” to some of the sweetest kitties in north Brooklyn. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a new friend to share some Thanksgiving turkey with!
Empty Cages Collective Adoption Day
November 22, 2008 1:00 – 6:00 p.m.
241 Bedford Avenue
Brooklyn. New York 11211
To get everyone in the adoption spirit, I am going to close with a video shot by Lisacat featuring some “outtakes” from the photo shoot where the above-depicted image came from. Enjoy!
It just goes to show if you think herding cats is bad, wrangling kittens is worse!
Photo/Video Credits: Lisacat
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Or maybe your Aunt Tillie is coming to town over Thanksgiving and you need to find her a place to stay? If so I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news: Greenpoint’s got ‘em.
The bad news: they are located at none other than the Greenpoint Hotel* which, correct me if I’m wrong, has been receiving a larger number of visits from the fire department and E.M.S. workers than usual lately. Perhaps this ad campaign this is their way of making up for attrition?
If you don’t believe the fkier gracing the beginning of this post is shilling rooms at this rather colorful establishment Google the above telephone number and see for yourself! Seeing is believing.
UPDATE, 8:45 p.m.: Apparently the Greenpoint Hotel is making the rounds on Craigslist as well (see comments). Be sure to check out my screencaps of their HIGHLY amusing advertisements by clicking over to my flickr set. Here’s a sample of the hilarity which awaits you!
YUP. And believe it or not, it gets even better.
*Those of you who have not done so already should read this New York Times article entitled “Cheap Rooms, and ‘a Drug for Every Floor”. It is quite illuminating.
This image hails from where many things Fedderific are to be found: 133-135 Meserole Avenue, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, U.S.A. In the Garden Spot of the Universe even our Fedders boxes are get their own balconies. That’s what I call progress!
From Jackson Street.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Unless you have been living under a rock you probably know the Kosciuszko Bridge is slated to be razed. Plans have been filed to replace it and objections from several Indian tribes which once called this area home have been aired. The fly in their collective proverbial ointment is the possibility artifacts might be found on the land designated for the new bridges. In all probability they’re right. Just like our Vice-President elect, the Delaware Nation didn’t necessarily originate from Delaware. They once called Newtown Creek home.
With imagery such as this it is easy enough to forget that Greenpoint was once a bucolic and remote bit of marshy farmland where oysters were plentiful and cherries and grapes were cultivated and rendered into (among other tasty things) cider and vinegar. This is probably what our fair burgh was once called— I shit you not— Cherry Point. Don’t believe me? Here’s an excerpt from the August 1, 1886 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
You can read the above article in its entirely by clicking here. That said, some of you might have noticed I underlined “History of Brooklyn”: the book this reporter referenced. This is because I not only find citing one’s sources sexy (and ethically mandatory), as it would happen I possess this tome.
And I ain’t talking about a reprint! You can read the passage the previous Brooklyn Daily Eagle article is referencing by clicking here.*
Does this humble piece of road gracing the southeastern side of the Kosciuszko Bridge pay homage to Greenpoint’s (decidedly greener) past? It’s a very distinct possibility; not only was Cherry Street in existence as early as 1855, but our humble ‘nabe also once sported a street called “Orchard”. This thoroughfare still exists to this day albeit under a different name. For the reveal click here.
Map Credit: ragette.org. If want to see some really cool old maps of Greenpoint and Williamsburg by all means check out this site! You won’t regret it.
*CAVEAT: I would like to advise the more racially sensitive among you that attitudes/opinions of the author (Henry R. Stiles himself) do not reflect the attitudes of yours truly. It was a different time in 1884 than it is 2008. In 124 years we’ve gone from using florid racist language like “retinue of jolly negroes in field and kitchen” to electing our first African American president. We as a people have come a long, long way.If you ask me this couldn’t have happened soon enough.
Filed under: Clinton Hill
Good Morning Afghanistan!
Good morning from Myrtle Avenue!
I would like to open this post with what is easily my favorite comment of the week. On November 18, 2008 superclam wrote:
Heather, Iâ€™m impressed. Itâ€™s both my job and my hobby to look at ugly buildings, and that is an exceptionally ugly building. Two distinct styles, and they both suck.
Speaking as someone who is not employed to look at ugly buildings but whose hobby is searching them out nonetheless I am really flattered by this endorsement from a professional. What’s more, it makes me think of this beauty from Greene Avenue in Clinton Hill.
By all appearances it looks like the architect of this building started with a Modernist vision on the right but changed his (or her) mind one third of the way through. I suppose it really doesn’t matter what “style” this building is. It’s still uglier as homemade sin.
On a clear day in Bedford Stuyvesant you can see Fedders forever, and ever, and ever more!
I am one of nine.
You will be assimilated.
They must have some pretty bad drivers down in Bed Stuy is the developer feels compelled to erect pylons like this.
bodmin brought up a very salient point when he/she noted the solitary advantage of living in a Fedderplex such as previous…
No matter what it looks like on the inside, the great advantage of living in it would be that when you were home you wouldnâ€™t have to look at the exterior!
How very true.
What’s more those exposed electrical meters are a darned convenient place to rest your coffee cup while you get out your keys.
There’s always ample parking.
And not just for automobiles either.
Knish carts are also welcome with open arms.
I am so inspired by the piquant feedback I received regarding this post I have decided to hit you up with not just one —BUT TWO —installments of Fedders Friday today. Enjoy!
Just yesterday the Mister regaled me with the good news that our investments (courtesy of our stock market) took yet another hit. On top of that no one is lending money nowadays. It’s a shame, actually as there are so many great deals out there to be had now.
I cannot for the life me understand why this beauty (which hails from Dekalb Avenue) has not been snapped up yet.
It’s not like the purchaser won’t be in good company or anything: this building holds court just down the street. Note how the developer took the trouble to add chrome doors and make the balconies match. That’s what I call luxury!
Of course if living on Dekalb Avenue isn’t your cup of tea there is this stellar two family home on Tompkins Avenue. For the record I have been watching this building for some time and believe it or not this is an older building that has been retrofitted to sport all the amenities a bona fide Fedderista demands…
including but not limited to:
- Large quantities of cement
- Ample amounts of fencing
- Exposed electrical meters
What are you waiting for? Call May today!
You know times are tough when even Corcoran is shilling crap like the following (which hails from Lafayette Avenue).
As it happened I got to witness something rather amusing after taking the above photograph it went something like this. I notice a gentleman in his late twenties standing on the stoop of a brownstone across the street. After waiting for sometime he pulled out his cell phone and made a call. His end of the dialogue was as follows:
I thought it was 703. It’s 706? Okay.
Suffice it to say the expression on chap’s face when he made visual contact with “706” was more than a little entertaining. As New York Shitty reader noel recently opined (regarding my hatred of the gratuitous use of keystones):
…the keystones indicat(e), â€œdouchebag lives here, and here, and here, etc…
If this is indeed true —and taking into account the look of disappointment on the above-mentioned client’s face— it would be safe to presume that while possibly being a hipster this gentleman was not a douchebag. Isn’t deductive logic fun?
I am going to close this post with this comely specimen from Willoughby Avenue. Having had a rather extensive liberal arts education I find the fact a beauty salon called “Venus” graces this building. Those of you who know your mythology will know precisely what I am talking about.
This concludes today’s first installment of Fedders Friday. Why not grab a cup of coffee (or a barf bag) and prepare yourself for “Part II”. I assure you it only gets better.
And by “better” I mean worse.
I could not think of a better image to kick off this Fedders Friday than this lovely assortment of Fedders panels hailing from Classon Avenue in Clinton Hill. Stay tuned folks, today I have a lot of Fedderific magic up my sleeve!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Greenpoint Avenue.