I am so inspired by the piquant feedback I received regarding this post I have decided to hit you up with not just one —BUT TWO —installments of Fedders Friday today. Enjoy!
Just yesterday the Mister regaled me with the good news that our investments (courtesy of our stock market) took yet another hit. On top of that no one is lending money nowadays. It’s a shame, actually as there are so many great deals out there to be had now.
I cannot for the life me understand why this beauty (which hails from Dekalb Avenue) has not been snapped up yet.
It’s not like the purchaser won’t be in good company or anything: this building holds court just down the street. Note how the developer took the trouble to add chrome doors and make the balconies match. That’s what I call luxury!
Of course if living on Dekalb Avenue isn’t your cup of tea there is this stellar two family home on Tompkins Avenue. For the record I have been watching this building for some time and believe it or not this is an older building that has been retrofitted to sport all the amenities a bona fide Fedderista demands…
including but not limited to:
- Large quantities of cement
- Ample amounts of fencing
- Exposed electrical meters
What are you waiting for? Call May today!
You know times are tough when even Corcoran is shilling crap like the following (which hails from Lafayette Avenue).
As it happened I got to witness something rather amusing after taking the above photograph it went something like this. I notice a gentleman in his late twenties standing on the stoop of a brownstone across the street. After waiting for sometime he pulled out his cell phone and made a call. His end of the dialogue was as follows:
I thought it was 703. It’s 706? Okay.
Suffice it to say the expression on chap’s face when he made visual contact with “706” was more than a little entertaining. As New York Shitty reader noel recently opined (regarding my hatred of the gratuitous use of keystones):
…the keystones indicat(e), â€œdouchebag lives here, and here, and here, etc…
If this is indeed true —and taking into account the look of disappointment on the above-mentioned client’s face— it would be safe to presume that while possibly being a hipster this gentleman was not a douchebag. Isn’t deductive logic fun?
I am going to close this post with this comely specimen from Willoughby Avenue. Having had a rather extensive liberal arts education I find the fact a beauty salon called “Venus” graces this building. Those of you who know your mythology will know precisely what I am talking about.
This concludes today’s first installment of Fedders Friday. Why not grab a cup of coffee (or a barf bag) and prepare yourself for “Part II”. I assure you it only gets better.
And by “better” I mean worse.
I could not think of a better image to kick off this Fedders Friday than this lovely assortment of Fedders panels hailing from Classon Avenue in Clinton Hill. Stay tuned folks, today I have a lot of Fedderific magic up my sleeve!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Greenpoint Avenue.
Beadel Street, Greenpoint.
Anthony Street, Greenpoint.
From Lexington Avenue, Bedford Stuyvesant.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Humboldt Street.
Filed under: Clinton Hill
When you push it… we feel your pain.
After I quit giggling my ass off at this ad (from Greene Avenue) many thoughts came to mind. The least off-color of them was as follows:
Childbirth (the end all and be all of “pushing it”) has to be much more painful than pushing a stroller. Does Motrin feel this pain?
Because I sure as fuck don’t want to. Perhaps I’m getting old but how the hell can a stroller weigh thirty pounds?!? Does it sport Corinthian leather, GPS, a full wet bar (for mommy) and a surround-sound entertainment system? I really want to know.
If for no other reason because if the bennies are right, e.g.; bench-pressing my 30 pound stroller (with crotchling on board) and Motrin feeling my pain I might reconsider my child-free lifestyle.*
P.S.: You can text “stroller” to 34264 to hear the rest of the story! Welcome to the wonderland that is high technology: more advertising.
If there’s something I have to hand to my buddy down south (and by that I mean Brooklyn11211) it is this: he knows what I like!
This seems like something you’d be able to make something of. I assume they’ve named their product after the colonial Williamsburg, not the post-modern one. Not that either makes sense when you’re branding a pop-up camper.
This is not your run-of-the-mill Green–point or Bushwick four wheeling digs, dear readers. This is none other than the 2008 Fleetwood Williamsburg model! It sleeps six and is priced to own at measly $16,463.80 $13,499!
- A factory installed 16,000 BTU Furnace with electric ignition and power roof system
- Light weight easy to pull, aluminum framed, new smooth sides (It’s like Scarano at a fraction of the price!)
- Integrated high pressure slide out outside stove
- Aluminum wheels
- Power Roof Lift
- Slide out Dinette eat in kitchen and last, but hardly least…
A 12 volt flushing cassette toilet! It doesn’t get much more “retro” (and therefore hip) than this folks: cassettes are the new LPs— especially whilst flushing on Flushing Avenue! As my father always said (and by this I mean never):
The family that shits together stays together.
I am certain this great “starter home” won’t be on the market for long. Parties interested in maintaining that valuable 11211 zip code without paying 11211 prices should point and click their way over to RV USA without delay. The only thing you have to lose is your dignity!*
Photo Credits: RVUSA.com
*If you actually consider living in a trailer in Williamsburg as being a viable option the previous caveat is a moot point. You lost it a long, LONG time ago.
Filed under: Clinton Hill, Dog Shit Signage, Greenpoint Magic, Navy Yard, Queens, Williamsburg
This angry missive to one “Mayor Moo Moo” hails from Steuben Street and comes courtesy of “B.O.M.B.”: Brooklyn’s Other Museum of Brooklyn (whose web site appears to currently be parked). You can see more of their missives (and believe you me they have a lot to say) by checking out my photo set on flickr.
And while I’m at it, clean up after your damned dogs already! Sheesh.
P.S.: On a related note some of you might find this web site interesting. Someone should erect a site like this counting the days until IDT Energy* figures out that everyone and their damned dog knows about the scam they’re running. Any takers?
*Those of you who have had the pleasure of interfacing with these people (as I have) please contact your duly elected officials and make them aware of this scam. For those of you who live in/around Greenpoint, Williamsburg and the Navy Yard (and beyond— for example, the 12th district includes much of the Lower East Side and a substantial chunk of Queens) the following information should be helpful:
U.S. Representative Nydia Velazquez, here’s a map of her district:
New York Representative Joseph Lentol, here’s a map of his district:
Club Europa is having a wet t-shirt party this Saturday! You know, a little part of me* died when I found this flier but once I read “…hot girls is never enough” and noticed their offering of $2.00 “bum bum shots” (whatever those are) all I could do was laugh. Oh yeah, to my friends over in Queens: don’t feel left out.
The folks at Club Europa have been thoughtful enough to provide shuttle bus service from Ridgewood for the modest asking price of $1.00! Will the wonders ever cease?
*that being my inner angry feminist
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Anyone who knows me well will tell you I am a gift-giver’s nightmare. For this reason (and others too numerous to recount here) I have come to dread the holiday season. This is when the requests as to what I want for Christmas start rolling in and I honestly do not know what to tell people. It is not my wish to be difficult (I come by that naturally). Rather, I pretty much have everything I could possibly want or need —and believe you me for this I am very, very grateful.
As for what few things I might want: I don’t know I want them until I see them (or after they are given to me). This might sound odd but it is the honest to god truth. Which brings me to this.
Yesterday I needed to swing by far southeastern Greenpoint for a little project I am working on for New York Shitty. It was cold. I was tired. Needing an additional inducement/motivator I swung by my favorite house in the world: 128 Beadel Street. It just keeps getting better and better.
A pair of dragons have been added to the front door.
Some little sparkly things have been added to the solitary tree gracing the front yard. Miss Heather likes little sparkly things. A LOT.
But the crowning touch is the addition of this fountain. It adds a measure of much-needed tranquility to this otherwise gritty area. But mere still shots do not capture the glory that is 128 Beadel Street. To this end I shot a little video footage. Here it is.
Oil plume or no, I want this house. How could one not smile coming home to this every day? I know I would.
Especially if I have the pleasure of calling this chap (who I have named “Ward Cleaver”) as a neighbor!
If anyone can dredge up $1,000,000 (or at least several hundred thousand dollars) in these tough times it’s you, Santa. Make it happen!