October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

The fiendish friend I like to call the Humboldt hurler!

On a lark I decided to swing back by my favorite haunted house to see how things are progressing. They have— indeed, progressed— what’s more, what their neighbor said last week was true…

IT DOES GET BETTER EACH YEAR! Here are a few highlights of the finished product*. Enjoy!

Mad scientist: check.

Ghoul gnawing on an unarticulated hunk of human flesh: gotcha covered!

What would a Halloween display be without a guillotine? LAME AS HELL, that’s what!

Mummies and ghouls and vampires, oh my!

I can’t really find the words to adequately describe this one. That’s okay. I don’t think there are any.

Dead man walking hanging.

Here’s a neighbor appreciating the final product.

Not only is the haunted house of Humboldt complete, but they’re firing up at night. That means live vomiting, kids! I have it on decent intelligence the vomit might be green this year —but I suppose the only way to find out for certain is to head back at night. As the woman married to the mastermind behind this diabolical creation so sagely said this afternoon:

He’s the one who does this, I just try to keep out of it.

Understood. In more ways than you can possibly imagine, comrade!

Miss Heather

P.S.: This post goes out to Tony and the fab folks on Humboldt. People like you are the reason I live in Greenpoint. YOU ROCK!

*You can see the rest here.

Boobification Photo du Jour: Queen Kong

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

I didn’t quite get the placement right (try taping a pair of tits to a wall while balancing on a standpipe) but I don’t think it diminishes the finished product very much. If anything it augments it— in more ways than one.

You know what they say: three tits are better than two!

Miss Heather

Borough Of Lost Clothes

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

There are troubled times we live in. You can see the pressure on people’s faces when you walk down the street. Whatever the source of this collective tension is it is pretty damned serious. Enough so that my fellow Brooklynites seem to be losing their clothes at an alarming rate. In the hopes that these errant articles of apparel might be reunited with their rightful owners I am posting them here.

Green Street: Scarf and Fozzy Bear panties

Manhattan Avenue: pair of white socks

Green Street (again): A solitary striped sock with a unicorn on it.

Ashland Place: corduroy shorts, brown cotton shirt, shoes.

If any of you have seen a chap at large (and very much au naturel) in Ft. Greene recently you might want to advise him his outfit (from October 5, 2008) can be located just across the street from BAM.

Miss Heather

Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Barracuda

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

It would appear that 97 Green Street “G1″ is not Sarah Palin country.

Miss Heather

P.S.: You can see an enlarged image of the above-depicted flow chart by clicking here.

Halloween Photos du Jour: 85 Calyer Street

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

(or more than meets the eye)

Sunday evening the Mr. and I were walking down Calyer Street when we encountered this, a most frightening Halloween-feline-in training.

Intrigued, we went in for a closer look…

…and in so doing discovered a cache of seriously spooky goodness! I took a number of photographs but alas without the aid of a tripod they came out blurry. So at 5:00 p.m. yesterday I swung by this house for a second try.

Not only did I great some fun photographs (as you will see) but I met the man behind the woman behind this magnificent display of Halloween spirit. His name is Tony and he was whiling away the late afternoon by doing a little edge trimming and knocking back a brewski.

He was genuinely taken aback by my glee and gave me the scoop:

My wife does this every year. She just starts decorating, adding a little bit every night until she’s done. I never know what she is going to do.

The cobwebs are the latest addition. She added them this weekend. I really like the decapitated head gracing the top of the lamppost.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

This diminutive vampire graces their porch swing.

Protected by death.

I call this one “Specter with Siding”.

This work-in-progress really needs to be seen in person to truly be appreciated. I for one am making it a point to swing by on Halloween. That when Tony will dust off his special chainsaw (one with the chain removed from it) and fire it up “for the kids”. Hopefully he means “kids of all ages”. I really want to see Tony in action with his chainsaw!

Miss Heather

THIS WEEK: Take Back The Southside

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 

After witnessing what can only described as a melee (replete with police helicopters) last Friday night I would be sorely remiss if I did not pass this item along. Anyone wishing to participate in this “peaceful walk to the 90th Precinct” should be sure to arrive at Washington Park before 7:30 p.m. (when this demonstration is scheduled to begin).

Take Back Your Neighborhood
October 17, 2008 7:30 p.m.
Washington Park
South 5th & Roebling
Brooklyn, New York 11211

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Hope

October 14, 2008 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 

Yesterday we became acquainted with what the Gowanus Lounge called “The Greenpoint Mattress Mountain“. Today I thought it would only be appropriate to follow it up with some more street furniture…

Barack Obama style! Judy (who not only authors the tremendously entertaining blog Bad Advice but was kind enough to let me post this, her photograph) wrote:

I love the way he’s watching over these mattresses. Mattresses that are no doubt infested with bedbugs.

These are not just any bedbugs, Judy. They are bedbugs with the audacity of hope!

Miss Heather

Well Look At This

October 13, 2008 ·
Filed under: Asshole, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 

After writing about the bag depicted to the left LAST WEEK it has come to my attention via Gothamist that the New York Post has brought this to the attention of the Russian Orthodox Church (with predictable results). Way to go guys, that’s what I call professionalism! Perhaps I should provide you with my mailing address so you can simply cut me a check (READ: finders fee) every time you use my web site for news leads without citing it? Would that make it easier for you?

Please advise.

Miss Heather

Halloween Photo du Jour: Boo!

October 13, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

From Calyer Street.

Miss Heather

The Eiffel Tower Of Brooklyn: The Queens Connection

October 13, 2008 ·
Filed under: Queens 

d made a very astute observation regarding this post:

I thought I recognized the parachute drop from Coney Island – it was in Queens for the World’s Fair and moved to Coney in the 40s. I absolutely love that thing, and on a recent jaunt to Coney (I go there pretty frequently), this old Brooklyn character sat down (with a beer in a paperbag, natch) at the table where my friend and I were sitting on the boardwalk and told us loads of stories, including that the parachute drop is called the “Eiffel Tower of Brooklyn.”

It’s true: Brooklyn’s “Eiffel Tower” is in fact sloppy seconds from Queens!

Per Wikipedia:

The ride was built in and towered over the fair’s “Amusement Zone”. The Life Savers company sponsored the ride, investing $15,000 and decorating the new tower with brightly lit candy-shaped rings. Eleven parachutes were used, leaving the tower with one empty arm. Adult riders paid 40 cents, children a quarter. The trip up took about a minute and the drop down was over in 10 or 20 seconds. The official 1939 Fair guidebook describes the ride:

Eleven gaily-colored parachutes operated from the top of a 250-foot tower, enable visitors to experience all the thrills of “bailing out” without the hazard or discomfort. Each parachute has a double seat suspended from it. When two passengers have taken their places beneath the ‘chute, a cable pulls it to the summit of the tower. An automatic release starts the drop, and the passengers float gently to the ground. Vertical guide wires prevent swaying, a metal ring keeps the ‘chute open at all times, and shock-absorbers eliminate the impact of the landing. One of the most spectacular features of the Amusement Area, this is also a type of parachute jump similar to that which the armies of the world use in early stages of training for actual parachute jumping.

At one point entangled cables left a Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Rathborne aloft for five hours; the next day they returned to ride again, probably at the behest of publicists for the ride or the fair. Another couple, Arno Rudolphi and Ann Hayward, were married on the ride in a celebrated “parachute wedding”. The entire wedding party was suspended aloft until the newlyweds completed their vows and descended.*

Tilyou paid $150,000 for this parachute drop and it opened in 1941. At face value this would appear to be bad timing. It wasn’t: per this article from June 23, 1943 edition of the New York Times.

You can read the rest by clicking here. Otherwise here are a few pictures from Coney Island the month the previous article was written.

Father and son at Coney Island. Note the parachute drop at the far left!

From what I can tell about the lot of negatives of I have this chap was in the Navy During World War II. He looks glum about his future in this photo (and rightfully so). Coney Island’s future nowadays looks equally dismal.

Miss Heather

*Too bad it is inoperative now. Sounds like the perfect place for Levi Johnston’s shotgun wedding.

Photo Credit: Parachute Jump Postcards, www.history.amusement-parks.com