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(Or: George Diaz Sounds Off About “The Secret”)
The one thing I have noticed proliferating at an alarming rate in the junk shop of late is self-help paraphernalia. Perhaps this is a sign of the times or a sad testament to the American collective consciousness? Or both? All I know is if this mind-boggling array of print material, audio cassettes and compact discs do what they profess the solution to most of life’s problems— be it penile enlargement enhancement, accumulating wealth, letting go of dysfunctional relationships, finding true love, and yes, unlearning narcissistic behavior— can be found at The Thing. Or more accurately: its dumpster.
I mention the previous because last week I happened upon this screencap of a review for “The Secret” via one of my Flickr contacts, Gubatron. I liked it so much I had to share it with my buddy Larry da Junkman. He too was impressed by its Mark Twain-meets-Ambrose Bierce variety of wit.
Now jump forward to today.
The weather was downright brutal and as a consequence things were pretty slow at the junk shop. We secured our respective lunches and a round table slowly coalesced. This forum of Greenpointerati included yours truly, Larry (da Junkman), and George Diaz. First we discussed neighborhood affairs (and in so doing tackled the problem of what to do with the glut of vacant condominiums here: rent them under the pretext of doing a one day film shoot and refuse to leave and/or employ them as high-end brothels).
Eventually, as is often the case, our conversation came around to the subject of prison. That’s when Larry and I decided to share the good news about “The Secret” with George. Hilarity ensued.
To close on a (somewhat) related note I was recently approached by George to do a show on his Internet radio station Llegamos. Initially I thought he was out of his friggin’ mind but after having given the matter some thought I am coming around to the idea. Provided of course I can get a word in edge-wise with this wise guy. We’ll see what happens.
Lastly, I would remiss if I didn’t share this curious Greenpoint factoid: “The Secret” is a very popular rental at our local video store!
From Bogart Street.
From Grattan Street.
There is going to be a number of wonderful ways to while away this upcoming three day weekend here in north Brooklyn. Follows are a couple of art-related events I found of particular interest scheduled for tomorrow, January 16th. Give one (or both) ofÂ ’em a whirl!
Tomorrow, January 16, from 6:00 – 9:00 p.m. 3rd Ward will be hosting a one-night exhibition of inflatable sculpture. In addition to a 3,000 square foot space teeming with air-filled goodness live music by DJ Tanner, complementary drinks and a crash course on how to make your own inflatable art work is promised. I for one think this sounds like a LOT of fun. If you think so too you should RSVP via email at events (at) 3rdward (dot) com.*
Next up, Hidden People and a few friends will be performing at Papa B Studios. The incredibly wallet-friendly $3.00 cover fee will not only buy you an evening of musical entertainment, but you’ll also get to savor the photographic stylings of Jonathan Fasulo. I’m not certain if this one man show will feature any work from his “mustached babies” series, but for a mere three bucks it’s well worth making the trek to find out!
Stay tuned, I have more Martin Luther King weekend goodness to share!
The details on this flier are scant but its timing and location is very interesting. Will this family receive a voice mail demanding reward money for their beloved pet’s return? I certainly hope not— but in light of recent events I am not terribly optimistic.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Vandervoort Avenue.
These are but a mere sampling of the many wonderful images from last weekend’s storm taken by a fellow Greenpointer (nice guy and all-around very talented photographer) who calls himself Mugsniffer. Do take the time and check them out. This one is my hands-down favorite. Great shots!
On November 18, 2008 I wrote:
…I cannot wait to try these folks out for lunch. I mean, how can you NOT try a sandwich called â€œMakeout Partyâ€ (spicy tofu, garlic, hummus, sauerkraut, tomato, red onions on a hoagie)?
Well, today dear readers, was that day. I awoke with a strange hankering for foodstuffs that would render my kisser completely unfit for human habitation. What’s more, I am married. I have no need to impress anyone anymore. If it gives me gas so much the better. It’ll give me yet another thing with which to torment the Mister (can you say “dutch oven”?). Our marriage is— for better or worse— one long Beavis and Butthead marathon. But I digress.
I bundled up, tossed on my sneakers and headed over to Boneshakers. I first ordered a couple of their chocolate mint cupcakes. Then I got right down to business:
I’d like one Makeout Party sandwich please.
It took them a little while to whip it up but it was totally worth the wait.
Behold, eight full inches of social suicide for a mere $7.00! That’s less than a buck per inch. Try one of these bad boys for yourself; not only is it a tasty concoction (especially on a cold day like today), but you get the added value of having garlic/sauerkraut breath for at least a full two hours after consumption.
Culinary tip: be sure to wash your Makeout Party sandwich down with a can of Budweiser. Trust me on this one.
From McGolrick Park.
Those of you who have eaten at COCO 68 recently probably noticed the art work hanging in the back room. Well, the artist behind these works is Chris Smith and this evening he will be strutting his stuff at our very own Mark Bar! Here are the deets per his press release:
Happy New Year everyone!
Thanks to everyone for your support in the past year, 2009 is already off to a quick start! I’m taking over Brooklyn this month, with my “Roadwork Ahead” series of paintings at 3 locations
Help me celebrate by joining me this Wed at the Mark Bar. They are extending their Economic Bailout Happy Hour until 9pm (that means $3 for almost everything in the bar!!) and be sure to stick around for XXXTreme Bingo at 10pm (yeah you heard me!)
Booze, bingo, art and porn (a bag of which is one of the prizes offered at the Mark Bar’s XXXTreme Bingo Night) : I cannot think of a better way to spend a Wednesday night in Greenpoint!
January 14, 2008, 4:00 – 9:00 p.m.
The Mark Bar
1025 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Closing on an art-related note, some of you might have noticed that the Habitat recently reopened after taking a few days off for vacation. What you might not have noticed is what’s shaking upstairs.
The space is called The Ceeflat…
…and every Thursday night starting tomorrow, January 15, they’re hosting a live open figure drawing workshop. As it would happen one of my resolutions this year is to bone up on my draftsmanship (What’s the point of having a degree in Painting and Drawing if you don’t, in fact, draw anymore?). The promise of “costumes” and a paltry $15.00 fee will undoubtedly make this resolution easier for yours truly to stick with.
My fuzzy pink bunny ears are quivering with anticipation!
After learning about the latest incarnation of this sign last week I simply had to see it for myself. What’s more I wanted to gauge its effectiveness. I have some good news and some bad news to relay:
1. While on the one hand it would appear the local citizenry are obeying the letter of the sign,
2. on the other they do not seem to be graspingÂ its spirit.
Glass half empty or glass half full? I’ll let you make the call.
While I’m on the subject of dog shit and day-glo paint, I was recently forwarded a most amusing item from my friend over at And I am Not Lying. Here’s a teaser to pique your interest:
There were two good things about my apartment in Virginia:
The rent was only $175 a month, and Brad the landlord never came over. Ever. Or so we thought. This seemed ideal at the time, as I was using the living room as a painting space in addition to training live chickens to play keyboards in the living room. The less company, the better.
But like so much else in the world, the good and bad parts of that situation were horribly entangled.
Weâ€™d moved into the place in a hurry in the dead of an unusually cold winter â€“ which served to keep the smell down..
Yup, and it only gets better.