Filed under: Williamsburg
On this day in 1958 Batista’s regime took a serious hit courtesy of Fidel and a couple of friends.* A few years earlier on this date Ma Heather was born. Happy birthday mom.
*Like Che Guevara— who I prefer over Castro (to Mister Heather’s disdain). I favor slain idealists over living dictators wearing jogging suits.
Filed under: Bum Shit, Crosstown Local, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Other Shit
Gee, that’s REALLY FUCKING GROSS.
This evening I received a most curious email from a gentleman named Angel. It was entitled “A step up from Dog Shit, as seen on the G on Court Sq.” and it read as follows:
Here’s my 2 cents for NewYorkShitty.com before 08 comes to an end…
Me and my family saw this (and laughed hard as I took out the camera without hesitation) on our way into the first G car on Court Sq. (headed towards Greenpoint of course) First thing that came to my mind. “This is so NewYorkShitty.com material”
Intrigued, I clicked my way over to Gubatron’s flickr page. The following is what awaited my delectation.
I have to confess: this image gave me goosebumps. They were not of the warm and fuzzy “I just had my first kiss” variety. Rather, it was more like the onset of a case of stomach flu —which I suspect is what the person who left this, the most piquant and direct critique of Crosstown Local service I have ever beheld, was probably experiencing. What’s more, it is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen on the G train. And for the record, that includes two subway masturbators and this.
WAY TO GO GUBATRON!
The next time, dear readers, you get angry because you didn’t get a seat while commuting on our very own G train think of the above image. Sometimes it’s just better to stand.
Photo Credit: Gubatron
From the Moore Street Market (AKA: La Marqueta).
From a boutique on Graham Avenue.
P.S.: When I see things (like the above shirt sported by a mannequin with perpetually erect nipples) I have to wonder if Mr. Obama had any idea that he (as a Senator or President-elect) would get this kind of props.
This item was forwarded to me by Ghost bikes. Although I do not operate a bicycle (or anything form of transportation sporting wheels), I have had a number of close calls as a pedestrian. And when I write “close” I mean landing on the hood of some gent’s car because he decided to make an illegal left-hand turn.* Ghost Bikes writes:
The NYC Street Memorial Project invites you to the 4th Annual Memorial Ride and Walk in remembrance of cyclists and pedestrians killed on the streets of NYC in 2008.Â The ride, which will be held on Sunday, January 4, 2009, has 4 starting points: Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and lower Manhattan.
Riders will visit the site of each ghost bike, a white-painted memorial for cyclists killed on the street, installed in New York City in 2008. They will join a Memorial Walk to honor pedestrians killed in the past year in lower Manhattan.
For more details (including who will be remembered and any possible changes in the itinerary) check out Ghost Bikes web site.
P.S.: On a related note, it would appear that Community Board 1 did a little “housecleaning” of the Transportation Committee over the holidays. Ho. Ho. Ho. For the full scoop point and click you way over to the Gowanus Lounge.
*Being the good little citizen I am I brought this to the NYPD’s attention. They refused to investigate it despite the fact I:
- had his license plate number
- two witnesses and
- he left the scene of an accident.
Why, you ask? Because I was “not sufficiently injured”. ADVICE: if you have the misfortune of having the previous happen to you GO TO THE HOSPITAL. Even if your only injury is a bruise on your ass.
Filed under: Williamsburg
From South 1st Street.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
hey heather. happy holidays-
awhile back I sent you a trailer for a film I am making with Phil, legendary Greenpoint guy….I just finished the film and here is a new preview of the film..link below for the video and myspace! thought u might be into it….thanks!
Although I have not seen the complete 16 45 minute feature (which Mr. Kennedy plans to show at East Coast Aliens in the near future) I heard from Phil personally that he really liked it. On that note I thought you would enjoy a sneak peek the new and improved trailer.
When I get the deets as to when (and where) Lost In America will be screened I will post them here. Otherwise you can track Mr. Kennedy’s progress via his myspace page.
160 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
From the Queens-bound platform at Bergen Street.
I used to be a serious gore hound. I attribute this to my mother’s habit of playing racketball when I was a wee little one. When she went to the health club to clobber some balls I was entrusted to the care of the club’s owners. I was given all the Tab I could drink and luxuriated on the shag rug in their office while watching horror movies. LOTS of horror movies.
That said, there is some snuffy stuff I simply cannot bear to watch anymore. Zombie movies mostly. This came to pass after I wrote a college term paper about George Romero’s “Dead” trilogy, primarily Dawn Of The Dead. At 21 (or was it 22?) years of age I finally figured out what the previous movie was really about. I have a healthy appreciation for Mr. Romero’s social commentary but the fact of the matter is it hits too close to home. My home: Greenpoint.
After a wonderful dinner last night with some very charming, intelligent and above all witty cat-loving (T)expats in DUMBO I encountered the above slew of idiots as I exited the Greenpoint Avenue stop of the G. Instead of running away I stood my ground and filmed them. Amusingly enough they didn’t seem to notice me or they (in their infinite naval-gazing, search for Bedford Avenue* or intoxication) didn’t care.
One chap did a bump of coke, another while too blotto to walk— even with a cane— somehow managed to contact someone on his i-Phone and write a memo to himself via the condensation on a parked B61 bus. Afterward most ambled over to McDonalds (one of the few restaurants open late hereabouts— god have mercy on the underpaid souls who had to serve them because they won’t) to get some kibble before going home. Where did these hipster zombies come from you ask? Studio B, in all likelihood.
Those of you who beg to differ with my hipster/zombie analogy please (re)view the Dawn of The Dead Trailer and my YouTube footage and explain the difference via comments. If you choose to take the mundane, yet prevalent Internet stand of “this is the city what do expect” and/or the “you’re just old/ugly/fat/under-fucked” argument I humbly request that you post an additional essay about where you plan to be in ten years including a step-by-step plan as to how you are going to get there.
*One chick shouted (to no one in particular):
Can we get to Bedford Avenue on the G?
If I was a truly evil human being I would have given her the following advice:
Yes, take the G to Bedford-Nostrand.
But I’m not and I didn’t.