Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Casa Mon Amour
162 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
On a related note, it would appear that Little Korea’s ill-fated space at 645 Manhattan Avenue might be poised to get the Gallic touch.
Le Brique means “the brick” in English. I have it on excellent intelligence they are building an outdoor patio in the back. That sounds really nice and all, but will the fare be tasty? That’s what I want to know!
VIVA LA FRANCE!
Filed under: Bushwick, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens, Williamsburg
It got off to a late start but the press conference conducted by Nydia Velazquez, Anthony Weiner* and Joseph Lentol came to pass without a hitch. For those of you who were unable to attend this event, the following footage should give you some idea of its purpose: goading the Federal government to declare the area around Newtown Creek a Superfund site.
Here is the second half where Craig Michaels, legal counsel from Riverkeeper, and Assemblyman Joseph Lentol speak.
It looks like Ms. Velazquez and I agree on two things: the 2008 FISA Amendment Act sucks** and our community has waited long enough for a thorough clean-up of many a score of environmental abuse. 2026 is not good enough. We deserve better.
P.S.: The new park where this press conference was held (and is still not open to the public) has already been given a hearty Greenpoint welcome!
*Who laughed when I waved at a passing Watertaxi and exclaimed:
Welcome to one of the most polluted waterways in the United States!
**I originally stated in this post she voted in favor of this act. This is not true. Ms. Velazquez voted against it. It was passed anyway.
Filed under: Area 51
Yesterday I spent the afternoon in lower Manhattan. The purpose of said trip was to attend Forgotten New York’s tour of old lamp posts. While interesting I realize that the manifold variety of old lamp posts to be found in Gotham are probably not your cup of tea. So here are a few photographs I took during our trek.
Someone on Beaver Street lost his Winnie the Pooh pillow case.
Speaking of Beaver, I finally beheld the William Beaver House in person.
Aside from having a rather mischievous looking beaver for a mascot it is sheathed in a bizarre arrangement of black brick and yellow tiles and touts a “five star view”.
Sadly the same cannot be said of its neighbor.
Darth Vader slept here.
This is just plain wrong.
This hails from the bridge over the Battery Tunnel.
And last but hardly least, what would a journey through one of the biggest tourist traps in Manhattan be without a nod to the visitors to our fair city? The Mister hates them. I, on the other hand, do not really mind. I like to photograph them.
Especially when they do goofy stuff like this.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
Filed under: Williamsburg
The mighty G train may very well sport some extra cars and extended rounds this weekend, but little can be said in terms of service. It is abysmal as always. Friday night the Mister decided to sojourn to Long Island City for a steak supper. All went well until it came time to go home: this task entailed a 45 minute wait. The next morning I asked him why he was out so late. The Mister’s answer was as follows:
The G train.
That was all that had to be said. It was understood. I care not to be an enabler but if someone wanted to cheat on his or her significant other, the Crosstown Local offers one of the best excuses for unaccounted time I can think of. Let our wait be your alibi!
And wait we do. Often.
Thankfully God has seen fit to create Sharpie Markers. Thus enabling us to while away the time by indulging in a little social commentary…
or critiquing the angry missives left by our predecessors. Of course not everyone has the privilege of having a marker at his or her disposal.
In which case a ballpoint pen, a willing partner and a little imagination will suffice.
Before I start enjoying my weekend (yes, some bloggers do have a life!) I thought I’d leave you with two more stoops sales slated for this weekend.
Filed under: Area 51
As I have intimated, Mister Heather had this week off from work. When not doing such exciting stuff as attending Community Board meetings or walking around Queens, we have spent our time hanging around the apartment. Two people and four cats in (maybe) 425 square feet of space can present certain challenges. And I like to exacerbate them by finding ways to get on the Mister’s nerves.
Miss Heather: You are a real treasure.
Mr. Heather: You should be happy to have me, for all the free I.T. support I give you.
Miss Heather (waving a copy of Foot Fraternity magazine): No, that’ s not it. After trying to find ways to eliminate the smell of your dirty socks I had an epiphany. People will pay cold hard cash to smell them! Think of the money we could make!!!
Mr. Heather: Thanks for making fun of me.
Miss Heather: I’m serious.
Well, long story made sort the Mister wasn’t having it. This is a shame as I thought it was a sterling idea. In any case, I found the following image in the above-mentioned magazine and thought it too good not to pass along.
Miss Heather: HAHAHAHAHA!
Mr. Heather: What’s so funny?
Miss Heather: Check this out.
Mr. Heather: That guy reminds me of Alistair Cooke.
Miss Heather: Yeah. The feature he is introducing is They Died With Their Boots On followed by a naughty little flick called They Died With Their Boots OFF— or would that be My Left Foot? Or The Man With the One Red Shoe?!? Oh wait, I’ve got it: FOOTLOOSE!
Mr. Heather: Pardon me, would you happen to have any Grey Poupon… for my bunions?
In all seriousness, this photograph is crying out to be captioned. Anyone out there up to the challenge?
I recently confused the bejeezus out of a reporter for the Greenpoint Courier. It happened innocently enough. I causally mentioned that my husband had the week off and we had spent the afternoon knocking around Queens. To wit, he replied:
Why? You car didn’t break down or something?
After making it clear that we had no car to fail us, I pointed out that Maspeth has a certain charm. On top of possibly being the garden gnome capital of New York Shitty, it also sports a number of other niceties such as lovely Tudor Style homes, gun lovers touting terrorist hunting permits and this. And then of course you have Queens Boulevard.
This building this crap-infested sign graces has to be seen to truly be believed. It was probably a parking garage that was converted into a retail space. It is quite hideous. If you happen to be anywhere near 64th Street by all means check it out: they have office space for rent!
Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. Congressman Anthony Weiner and Congresswoman Nydia Velazquez will be conducting a press conference at the yet to be completed park at the northern terminus of Manhattan Avenue. The purpose of this event is to implore our Federal government to clean up Newtown Creek. Anyone interested in having such amenities as clean air and water with their luxury condominiums should be sure to arrive by 10:30 a.m.
P.S.: Today a tree care workshop will be conducted at the American Playground. For more information click here.
I am seriously considering erecting an online museum dedicated to the many interesting places I find empty vodka bottles in this neighborhood.