I would imagine those of you who are reading this are probably not feeling too hot. You braved the wind last night, went out and one HELL of a good time. Perhaps a little too good. And now you are paying the price.
Before you amble off to have brunch (replete with Bloody Marys) or go back to bed, dear readers, I would like to submit for your approval the following motley crew of north Brooklyn party animals from yesteryear. Broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder (from falling off an ash dump) and a moonlit dip in the icy waters of Newtown Creek are a few of the niceties the local constabulary had to deal with on New Year’s Day 1900 per the January 2, 1900 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
Maybe they were (still) distressed by the City of Brooklyn’s incorporation into New York City?
Photo Credit: Heather (who will be graduating from medical school this year!).
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I can think of no better way to kick off 2009 here in the Garden Spot than with this very special assortment of New Year’s babes. They hail from the junk shop and (I have been told) were used by a performance artist for one thing or another. I for one like the gal garroted by the Ikea I.D. holder.
I have been seeing a great many of these posters gracing Manhattan Avenue of late. Speaking as someone who has seen A Christmas Story many, many times (who hasn’t?) I have to wonder what the spin wizards at Samsung are trying to get at here.
In any case I do not associate having one’s tongue stuck to a light pole (or anything else for that matter) as being a good thing.
This item comes courtesy of New York Shitty reader, fellow Greenpointer and a very talented photographer named Katie Soloker. She writes:
Hey Heather! …I recently started taping up fun thought bubbles around Greenpoint and just wanted to share it with you!
Do check out the images from Katie’s thought bubble project at her web site. They’re a lot of fun!
I can think of no better way to end 2008 than with this festive window display from Manhattan Avenue. On that note today’s offerings on New York Shitty will be lite. In lieu of making Christmas dinner yours truly will be creating a New Year’s feast of gargantuan proportions. Wish me luck!
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.