That’s all I can say about the work they are doing at Empty Cages Collective. After reading this wonderful piece by mihow I swung by to administer a little “hands on” kitten therapy this week. It was then that I met Lucy.
She might look an ordinary (and cute) kitten but I assure you she is not. Lisacat writes:
Lucy is a kitten caught in Brooklyn during a trap-neuter-return project by Empty Cages Collective volunteers. She had a deep abscess on her jaw and needed emergency veterinary care to close the wound. The vet is concerned that there is not enough tissue for her to heal properly, so we have to get her to a dental specialist for evaluation. She is still fearful and a little hissy, but is eating well and starting to enjoy being handled a bit.
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: the best way to judge a society is how they treat those who are the least able to defend themselves. The fact Lucy is still alive is a testament to her tenacity; she wants to live. The great pains Empty Cages Collective has taken to get Lucy the medical treatment she so desperately needs is a telling example of how dedicated they are to caring for those who cannot speak for themselves. Those (who like Lucy) suffer in silence.
I would strongly advise any of you with a little money or time to spare to make a donation to Empty Cages Collective or better yet— volunteer!
Who knows, you might make a new friend. Or two!
Filed under: Area 51
This block was eerily silent. Go figure.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This was the sight which awaited the Mister and I as we walked home Tuesday evening: a film crew practicing its dark craft in front of none other than Greenpoint’s very own Corner Frenzy.
In keeping with the Garden Spot way of life, this event garnered a number of onlookers —myself included. I wondered exactly what these people were up to but promptly forgot about it (as I am prone to do). Until today.
It would appear that MTV has turned its lenses to Greenpoint.
And we Greenpointers made sure they felt right at home.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From the Pulaski Bridge.
Lest this or this post has not made it clear: certain parts of Long Island City are rather— how shall we say— colorful. This goes double for 28 Street. For those of you who are not in the know, this is where the Q101 bus begins its journey to Riker’s Island. It has been my experience that there are always interesting people to be found on this street. And being the very interesting people they are, they often have rather interesting things to say.
And sometimes they even see fit to air their views on garbage cans.
I have no idea what this missive is about other than its author appears to have a beef with the MTA (and “white men”). Join the club, kiddo.
I found an incredibly wild mural just across the street from the 59th Street Bridge recently and simply HAD to share it here. Ready to see some seriously fierce stuff? Here we go!
Meet the Wall Nuts.
I’m not going to lie: I have always found this part of Queens incredibly seedy. It is not a place I would like to find myself at 2:00 or 3:00 o’clock in the morning.
But my concern was always with the ladies of the evening and ex-cons trolling the area. I never knew Satan himself called this neighborhood home.
This blond beauty really took me by surprise. If you cannot shake the feeling you have seen this lovely face before, chances are you have. Click here for the reveal!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This angry communique comes from the wailing wall of the New York Shitty collective consciousness. In other words it can be found on the Craigslist online real estate classifieds. Diana G (who found this missive) writes:
I am astounded by the real estate taxes in particular that have skyrocketed so high and wondering if that is true about the developers.
My answer: it probably is. Property taxes are such that many mom and pop landlords in Greenpoint are now “property rich” but cash poor. The most troublesome thing is this landlord’s woes are hardly over. When all the condos being built here (with the help of major tax bennies) start getting dumped into the rental market (and they will) this man could very well lose his shirt.
From Franklin Street.
Photo Credit: scoker3
Filed under: Williamsburg
Quid Pro Quo:
In legal usage, quid pro quo indicates that an item or a service has been traded in return for something of value, usually when the propriety or equity of the transaction is in question. For example, under the common law (except in Scotland), a binding contract must involve consideration: that is, the exchange of something of value for something else of economic value. If the exchange appears excessively one sided, courts in some jurisdictions may question whether a quid pro quo did not actually exist and the contract may be voidable..*
Latin is the new black in Williamsburg. Pile drivers included.
Filed under: Bed-Stuy, Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Long Island City, Other Shit, Queens
I have a predilection for documenting shit: be it human, canine or sub-standard construction. I also have a fascination for public pay phones rendered useless by human abuse. But alas of late I have become jaded.
This paltry specimen from Bed Stuy didn’t impress me. The receiver is gone, someone lost his shirt, yada, yada, yada…
I wanted MORE.
I got it...
courtesy of Queensboro Plaza. I can’t honestly say I will miss this eyesore. But the construction fences demarcating what is arguably one of the UGLIEST BUILDINGS in New York City leaves much to the imagination…
and the incontinent. It reeks.
Note the happy people gracing this pay phone kiosk. They’re all “thumbs up”— not unlike our fearless leader. Neither they nor King George the Second (fighting the war on terror overseas) would want to pick up— much less use— the phone contained therein.
Which is worse: a crapped phone* or a tapped phone? Go to Queens Plaza and figure it out for yourself.
*That is shit. Trust me. How the hell they got it ON the phone is beyond me.