Suzy O writes: …without further ado, allow me to present Mr. Greenpoint Polska-Dolska Halloween 2008. I have but one thing to say to him: ROCK ON, POLSKA-BRO-SKI.
Or should that be Brewski? I don’t know, Suzy. That can of Pabst Blue Ribbon makes me think this here pumpkin head is a hipster! No, scratch that: his pants aren’t tight enough.
Last night the Mister decided to see how badly our investments were doing. Apparently one of our CDs (or whatever they call them) has lost 50% of its value. Whoopie! I really wished he had not shared this information with me— but he did and we both proceeded to raid the liquor cabinet immediately afterward.
I have another, slightly less depressing, index by which to judge the health of the economy. I call it the Junk Shop Effect, e.g.; the healthier the economy, the less the haggling. And I have some very, very bad news: not only is haggling up sharply across the board, but I am seeing it increasingly amongst the least likely suspects: 20-somethings.
Before I proceed I’d like to state that I am not against the practice of haggling. Believe it or not, a number of my colleagues understand times are tough. A dollar here or there is no big deal. We understand. But shit like the following is kind of ridiculous.
Customer (walks up to counter with three photographs): How many can I get for 25 cents?
Co-worker: One photograph.
(Customer proceeds to purchase one photograph and the aforementioned co-worker goes back to work.) Now jump forward 2-3 minutes. Larry da Junkman enters the store.
Larry: Did you sell any photographs while I was out?
Co-worker: Yup, ONE.
Larry: Well, I just saw that woman walking down Manhattan Avenue sort through a stack of photographs from here. You wanna track her down?
Larry and aforementioned co-worker double-timed it down Manhattan Avenue to her chase down. But alas to no avail.
Where do I start with this? Is it the fact this woman (described as being a “hipster) had the temerity to ask what should could get for a quarter? Not even the dudes from the Greenpoint Hotel do that— and god only knows they’re probably in more dire financial straights than the likes of her.
Or was it the fact that after shoplifting she was stupid enough to check out her haul of pilfered photographic goodness just down the street. I’m no expert on criminal behavior but this strikes me as being astonishly stupid —because it’s possible that someone will notice. And in this case someone did: the manager of the store. Things ought to get mighty interesting if she returns —but I digress.
After this whole incident came to pass I spied something our sticky fingered friend missed.
Woman stealing $5.00 worth of photographs = pathetic.
A photograph of the Lexus dude in a state of mild intoxication wearing Statue of Liberty headgear and brandishing a bottle of Dom Perignon = PRYCELESS!
This one goes out to you Jonathan! For better or worse you will always be known as that “Lexus guy*” to pretty much anyone under 30 years of age. I liked you much better in Brazil —which just happens to be the movie we watched at the junk shop today.
*Do read this. It is a forum discussion about Lexus’s spokes people. Bizarre.
Presenting the Greenpoint Great Pumpkin!
From Driggs Avenue.
Last weekend I swung by Empty Cages Collective to see what’s shaking. I’m glad I did as I had the pleasure of meeting a few of our newest fellow Garden Spotters.
This little fella, his mother and two brothers hail from Broome Street and McGuiness Boulevard. Sort of. The following video of his brother, Jethro, should clarify things a bit. Enjoy! (WARNING: the following footage is heart-wrenchingly cute!)
You can’t say I didn’t warn you— these little guy is off-the-hook adorable! Speaking of critters cute and furry, some of Jethro’s older, adoptable buddies will be back at Muddy Paws for another event this Saturday, October 25, 2008.
Why not swing by and say “Hi”?
447 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
If you are not in a position to adopt a cat but want to help, Empty Cages can always use volunteers and donations. You can also lend a hand by checking our their Amazon wishlist!
Filed under: Area 51
This Sunday, October 26 my buddy Kevin over at Forgotten New York will be conducting a tour of Prospect Park. Here are the deets:
WHEN & WHERE: Everyone interested in attending this tour should meet at the southwest corner of Grand Army Plaza at noon.
HOW (much): A measly $5.00!
HOW (long): Approximately 2-3 hours.
RAIN DATE: November 2, same time, same place.
WHY: Because this tour sounds damned neat!
To get everyone in the F-NY Tour 36 spirit I have pulled a few oldies but goodies from my cache of old New York City goodness. Some old snaps from Prospect Park!
From the Prospect Park Zoo.
The Japanese Garden at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.
Filed under: Williamsburg
In a crowning touch of irony, the business (on North 5th Street) where this flier is located was closed.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This item comes courtesy of Bitchcakes. She writes:
…I was going to email you- do you want to blog about the big grand opening party at Fred Flare? It’s this Friday night @ 7pm. There will be champagne and cupcakes. Did you hear me: CHAMPAGNE AND CUPCAKES! Yum! I am there!
I’ve got to say that champagne and cup cakes sounds like a pretty damned good to polish off the week. Methinks I will have to swing by Fred Flare this Friday night!
After getting off to late start I am pleased to announce that 97 Russell Street is getting down to some serious Halloween business! What’s more I got to meet the woman behind some of this madness (she was waiting for her husband to arrive with a lift so they could hoist a ghost onto their tree) and get the 411 as to what is going on.
Apparently the reason they got off to a late start this year (the left-hand side of the yard was still incomplete as of today) was because she went on a trip to Egypt (!) and her hubby didn’t where she had stashed all the Halloween goodness!
Once the aerosol foam insulation dries on this bad boy he’ll be brandishing a meat cleaver! YAY!
This cute little witch holds court with her retinue of ghosts above the front door…
right next to this rather nasty looking fella.
Scaryass clown? Check.
Wraith and an organ? Check.
These skulls on a pike come from Long Island!
I can hardly wait to see what this looks like once they fire up the smoke machine. (YES, they’re going to have one!)
Last week I learned from their neighbors over on Humboldt that there is some long-standing friendly competition between brains behind the Humboldt Hurler and the folks at 97 Russell. As a matter of fact, their properties abut each other —enabling them to keep careful track of each others progress. It’s all in good fun though. The incredibly kind woman at 97 Russell told me today with a hint of pride that their house and 648 Humboldt were featured in the New York Daily News last year. This came to pass because her daughter happens to be a reporter for this publication.
Now that’s what I call an inside scoop!
Ever had one of those moments when you see something and think to yourself:
Gee, I bet there is an interesting story behind this.
Only to realize that in order to achieve true understanding would probably entail taking large quantities of psychotropic drugs? I had one of those moments this afternoon on Monitor Street.
Well, what do we have here?
But of course— It’s the Anti Imbedded Mossad Partymobile! Silly me.
Looks like the rear suspension could use a little work.
REJECTING THE SOLDIER’S RIGHT TO BE CLONED IS TREASON.
Shine on you crazy diamond, you! SHINE. ON.