All you Greenpointers out there whose cuffs and collars simply must match (or be colored in a fuchsia hue— and you know who you are) will be pleased to know the “new” Duane Reade at 893 Manhattan Avenue is selling betty beauty * products. Be advised that the price of perversity is a bit stiff: $19.99 plus tax.
*I wonder if I could contribute a box of “fun betty” to Sarah Palin’s Vice Presidential campaign? If she goes “pink” I’ll vote red. Naturally I will demand photographic evidence that this has come to pass.
I have seen people do a number of things while riding in or waiting for the subway over the years. In addition to more pedestrian pursuits (READ: sleeping, making out, vomiting, etc.), I have witnessed men and women alike clipping their toenails. On more than one occasion. These folks have something I simply do not possess: the ability to feel right at home in the subterranean innards of our city. Any given subway platform might as well be their living room (or bedroom). Speaking as someone who does her best simply not to TOUCH anything in the subway system (and carries a container of baby wipes in the event she does) I find this phenomenon fascinating.
Which brings me to this guy I saw on the Smith – 9th bound platform of the G at Metropolitan Avenue this weekend.
Mister Heather thought I was laughing at this chap. This is not so. What I felt was something more akin to envy. He has clearly achieved a comfort level with the G train I have yet to attain.
Stiff and unbending is the principle of death.
Gentle and yielding is the principle of life.
Patience is the foremost precept of Crosstown Local consciousness. Learn it, live it, love it.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
New Mexico sandwich “poco queso”: a sandwich so fucking good even our cat Bodhi cannot resist its allure.
Yes folks, the Franklin Corner Store has re-opened.
Franklin Corner Store
210 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Filed under: Williamsburg
North 5th Street, Brooklyn.
Mott Street, Manhattan.
Someone in Chinatown really, really likes pigs.
Among other things.
The Color of Living Well
Unless of course you happen to have the misfortune of living on the same block as this monolithic (and quite incomplete) turd. In which case your amenities include street harassment, the street being blocked by their construction equipment (constantly), garbage and the sound of construction at all hours.
P.S.: If it is called the “ViRiDiAN” why isn’t it green? Or is “black” the new green in Greenpoint? If so, it ain’t that new.
Looks like at least two (ADORABLE) Greenpointers had fun despite today’s dreary weather!
From the Queens-bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue.
Na Greenpoincie writes at 4:54 a.m.:
As the Greenpoint blog of record (!), I don’t know whether you’d be interested to hear that there were at least three shooting incidents outside Club Exit (149 Greenpoint Ave) last night.
The first happened at about 2.55am on Greenpoint Ave, right outside the club. There were several gunshots. No-one was hurt but a bullet went through one patron’s Chevy’s roof, and another bullet shattered the glass door of the Pay-O-Matic check cashing place. Photos of the damage attached for delight and delectation…
At about 3.45am, there were two more shootings, one after the other. The first (4-5 shots?) sounded like it happened close to Greenpoint/Manhattan Aves, and the second came two minutes after that, and sounded like it happened down towards Greenpoint/McGuinness.
It’s not just the shootings, it’s the constant yelling and screaming from 11am to 4pm, the garbage on the street afterwards, and the honking of cars when patrons spill out and block the road. Friday nights are usually raver nights, which is kids with glowsticks and shit – those guys are noisy but they’re usually OK, and they disappear pretty quickly. Saturday nights are “Guido” night, and that’s worse – a bunch of 35 year olds from New Jersey in shiny shirts drunk and screaming at each other. Tonight (and every other night when the shootings have been) was hiphop night, though – not so much the drinking but the yelling, music from cars, and the shootings…In addition to the three incidents tonight, there have been at least two others in the last six months.
People around here are getting sick of the problems from Club Exit – Greenpoint is usually a pretty safe and quiet hood. Last time this happened there were signs up (by different people!) on lampposts the next day. Club Exit needs to stat behaving more responsibly – more people on the door, searches, video cameras outside. A more visible police presence at closing time to keep the street clear would help a little too.
Not knowing how amenable the owners/management are to “community suggestions”…right now I would prefer not to use my name/usual netname. :)…
As some of you might recall a woman was accidentally shot in the leg in front of this establishment earlier this year.
P.S.: Be sure to read the comments for more interesting information about what went down this morning.
Photo Credit: Na Greenpoincie; it is the front door of 168 Greenpoint Avenue which is located across the street from Club Exit.
When I took “the girls” to McGolrick Park this week they got rather chilly. Methinks I’ll have to buy them a sweater.
This “production” has been languishing for months. But on Tuesday they erected this:
Why not drop by and give Joe your head shot?Â The Production Lounge wants to meet you!
113 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Opening date/hours: T.B.A.