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!
Connie O’s Pub & Sullivan Realty.
This photograph was taken yesterday, November 18, 2008.
Crank up the volume cubicle monkeys! We’re going to turn this humpday out!
As many of you are probably all too aware next week is Thanksgiving. Those who are less fortunate than you and I will be able to have dinner at the Greenpoint Reformed Church Thursday, November 27 November 26, at 6:00 p.m. Not only are volunteers needed to help serve supper (interest parties should show up at the church Wednesday starting at 3:00 p.m.) but they are also short of freezer space— which brings me to another way you can help. Ann Kansfield writes:
I also need some volunteers to store turkeys in their freezers so that we can cook them in the coming weeks.
Have some room to spare with a turkey? If so please contact Ms. Kansfield via email at:
ann (at) greenpointchurch (dot) org
Filed under: Navy Yard
Yesterday I found this nifty if a bit worse for wear work by Swoon Gaia* while walking down Flushing Avenue. I noticed something at the bottom right-hand corner of the doorway so I went in for a closer look…
to find a battle in progress! This has to be one of the oddest —and yet kind of cute —-finds I have made in some time. Anyone know the story behind this? If so please share!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
There are a number of interesting food-related developments going down in the Garden Spot of the Universe. Here are three I find of particular interest. Bon apetit!
First up. it would appear that my friends south of the BQE are finally poised to get their own grocery store. Wardack Supermarkets is moving in next door to Staples (at the corner of Meeker and Kingsland Avenue). I suspect I speak for many who live in this area that this establishment cannot open soon enough!
I noticed about a month ago that the coffeehouse which formerly occupied this storefront had closed. Well, this space did stay vacant for long. It is back to being a coffeehouse/cafe and is better than ever.
This (sort of fuzzy) interior shot doesn’t really do this place justice.
Methinks this bit of food porn is more like it. These cupcakes are made by the lovely young lady in the previous photograph and I have to say they are quite amazing. I cannot wait to try these folks out for lunch. I mean, how can you NOT try a sandwich called “Makeout Party” (spicy tofu, garlic, hummus, sauerkraut, tomato, red onions on a hoagie)? You can peruse Bones’s menu by clicking here. And yes they deliver!
Even though I personally dislike chili, I cannot resist passing along an item as charming as this: The Habitat’s first annual Chili Cook-off. Those of you who are interest in tossing your hat in the ring need to swing by the bar and submit your name before the drawing on November 30. I probably shouldn’t pass along this bit of knowledge but I am going to do it anyway…
The key to creating chili that gives a good “burn” the next day is to put chili pods in it (as opposed to discarding them— which is what most Yankees do). If you don’t believe me just ask Mr. Heather; when I’m angry at him and happen to be cooking I leave them in. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
And that’s all she wrote!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
You can see the other side of this motor vehicle by clicking here.
I live in north Brooklyn. If that alone isn’t enough “street cred” to assess ugly buildings here’s something else.
I have watched this abomination of a “modification” blossom on Broadway. This building was once was exactly like its friend to your left. No more. Don’t believe me? Click here and see for yourself.
Which brings me to the purpose of this post. I have often asked myself:
Yesterday, dear readers, I got my answer. And it came from Clinton Hill:
It hails from Lexington Avenue— and while more diminutive in stature than most of its craptastic brethren— I can honestly say it is one of the most hideous buildings I have ever seen. Given where I live (Greenpoint) that’s really saying something. It’s like they made it up as they went along. And, in all likelihood, they probably did.
P.S.: Note how the “keystones” are carried over to the addition. Classy.
It was a full house last night at the in the basement of Capital One Greenpoint Savings Bank. In fact there were so many people in attendance they didn’t have enough chairs so many had to stand or sit on table tops. Before I get to “the main event” (the police’s conduct on Bedford Avenue November 4, 2008) I’d like to mention a few other items of interest:
1. The 50+ pairs “street sneakers” have been removed at the intersection of Kingsland Avenue and Jackson Street. At last inspection only two pairs have taken their place.
2. There were 27 summonses issued for illegal truck traffic this week. There will be a crackdown on illegal bicycling as well.
3. For the year (thus far) crime overall is up but compared to earlier this year overall it is down.
- The rates of robbery and assault are unchanged.
- There have been 13 burglaries (“6-8” of which took place in residences where the front door was unlocked/open). No weapon was displayed and the perpetrator is thought to be involved in other robberies.
- Someone was shot in the face— twice— during a Halloween Party at the Cooper Housing Projects. He (or she) is reported to be okay.
4. When queried about the Greenpoint Hotel C.O. Fulton knew of nothing unusual going on but noted that most of the activity there involved breaking up “personal disputes”.
5. Not yet reported in the statistics (because it happened 11/16/08): a purse was stolen out of the back of a car (“smash and grab”).
6. There were several complaints about semis parking underneath the BQE at Humboldt Avenue workers unloading the contents of one truck into another. In one case as late (early?) as 3:00 a.m. in the morning.
7. Club Exit has been talked to about their recent gun play.
But let’s get around to what everyone wants hear: Captain Fulton’s take on what happened at Bedford Avenue and North 7th Street the evening of November 4.
And questions there were …and a few surprises as well.
Unfortunately I ran out of memory cards (Dear Santa, please give me more memory cards!)— but my own memory (good ol’ gray matter) can pretty much summarize the rest.
1. Overall it was a pretty ugly meeting. The reason for this had little to do with Captain Fulton. Rather, it had to do with how the “old guard” treated the younger people present. For example: When Aaron Short (of the Greenpoint Courier and BushwickBK) asked if this was “a generational issue” a woman shouted:
I have sons your age!
Another man chimed in:
The issue is order over anarchy!
Others cried that the police were “too lenient”.
2. Another woman (the brunette seen at towards the end of the previous You Tube clip) asked the following question (albeit paraphrased):
How are you going to train your officers to handle crowd control (moving forward)?
A very salient question if you ask me, as all the development the Northside is facilitating an explosion population-wise. There was some back and forth between her and C.O. Fulton, e.g.; Fulton said all police cadets were trained the same and that there was a crowd of over 300 people. To wit she pointed out there were similar crowds in Ft. Greene and Park Slope and neither required a “Task Force” nor making arrests. C.O. Fulton initially disputed her numbers but said he’d look into it.
3. Believe it or not, this is when the meeting took a productive turn. A gentlemen in the back asked (once again paraphrased):
How can we take up this matter other than/in addition to going to the C.C.R.B. (Civilian Complaint Review Board)?
To this end C.O. Fulton offered to have a “sit down” with people present on Bedford Avenue that evening who felt the police acted inappropriately and backed it up by having one of his subordinates get the process started. When details of this meeting become available (to those of you who would like to have your say but were unable to attend this evening’s meeting) I will post them here.
My two cents (it is my blog after all)
A number of factors lead up to this incident:
1. As C.O. Fulton noted noise complaints in/around North 7th Street and Bedford Avenue are a long-standing problem— and what happened November 4th brought this anger to a head. It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that the increase in/shift of population in the area (in favor of affluent young ‘uns) has lead to a proliferation of bars and other “late night” activities on the Northside.
Bars = drunk people.
A gaggle of bars in a very small area = a LOT of drunk people.
A bunch of people harboring anxiety over Sarah Palin becoming Vice President (given access to the intoxicants at aforementioned bars) = a LOT of VERY drunk people.
Learning Barack Obama won = a collective sigh of relief. And a LOT of VERY DRUNK happy people.
2. Lack of preparation on the NYPD’s part: I cannot fathom how/why they thought this election would notworse culminate into some kind of “activity”. Had McCain won I suspect what the 94th (and many other precincts in New York City for that matter) would have encountered would have been much worse. I find this troubling.
3. An inability or overall unwillingness— on both sides— young and old— to be considerate to each other. Speaking as someone in the “middle” (albeit in my ivory tower in Greenpoint) I didn’t mind the odd gaggle of people wailing and screaming until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning because Barack Obama was elected President. It was (and will be) a page in the history books. One which we were all lucky enough to experience. On the other hand I have experienced many sleepless nights at the behest of drunken hooligans. As was said at the meeting several times:
Some people have to get up and go to work in the morning.
Somewhere between there has to be a balance.
Simply put, there needs to be a greater effort on the part of the police and citizens— young and old— to work together to prevent what came to pass in the wee hours of November 4th-5th from happening again. This entails dialoging, not shouting over each other, hissing “disgrace” or finger-pointing. The fact of the matter is there is more than enough blame to go around: police and “civilians” alike.
Sure the election is over but there’s still plenty of Barack goodness to go around. Here are a few of my favorite bits of Obamarama from Brooklyn and beyond!
Washington Avenue, Brooklyn.
Clifton Place, Brooklyn.
Grattan Street, Brooklyn.
North 4th Street, Brooklyn.
Those of you who like the “FIRST” posters can order one by clicking here.
Photo Credits: Chi-town pix, Mr. Heather
Today I decided on a lark to knock around the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Sensing that there may be opportunities for boobification present at this location I packed the girls and hit the road. My instincts were on target.
Nestled next to the BQE between Flushing Avenue and (what else?) Steuben Street this park is named after a Prussian army officer and who was a general in the American Revolution: Baron Friedrich Wilhelm Ludolf Gerhard Augustus von Steuben. He made a number of contributions to the Continental Army but follows (courtesy of US History dot org) is my personal favorite:
Another program developed by Steuben was camp sanitation. He established a standards of sanitation and camp layouts that would still be standard a century and a half later. There had previously been no set arrangement of tents and huts. Men relieved themselves where they wished and when an animal died, it was stripped of its meat and the rest was left to rot where it lay. Stueben laid out a plan to have rows for command, officers and enlisted men. Kitchens and latrines were on opposite sides of the camp, with latrines on the downhill side. There was the familiar arrangement of company and regimental streets.
I know what you’re thinking:
If this man advanced what it is now known as the “don’t shit where you eat” policy, why are there two boars gracing the park which bears his name?
Here’s the answer per the New York City Parks Department:
In 2000, Steuben Playground underwent a comprehensive $938,000 reconstruction funded by Council Member Mary Pinkett. The improvements included the replacement of an asphalt ballfield with picnic tables and a horticultural area. The park’s open grass area was landscaped, the handball wall and court were reconstructed, new basketball backstops were added, and new exercise equipment was installed. In addition to the two new pieces of boar-shaped animal play sculptures, a new steel fence was added around the jogging area, new concrete game tables were installed, and two animal art sculptures of boars were added. The wild boar, native to Europe, is a reminder of the foreign origins of a great American military leader.
For the record these boars already have teats (go and see for yourself). But for $938,000 they didn’t seem “grand enough” so I augmented them. The cost: $0.00.
Hall Street at Park Avenue
All things considered there wasn’t too much that tickled my titular fancy. However, this bus shelter for the B61 made the grade.
This Bebe advertisement has been getting on my nerves for some time. So I finally decided to boobify this fine specimen gracing a B61 bus stop next to the BQE. My act of art-making was met with the approval of a young man shooting hoops at adjacent Washington Hall Park: he gave me two enthusiastic thumbs up.
Washington Hall Park
When all else fails playgrounds never cease to provide ample fodder for boobification. Just take this seal. Methinks I will have to swing by here next summer with a retrofitted solo tit and get some lactation going.
Unbeknownst to me a parks employee watched me execute this one. He didn’t seem upset in the least. In fact I think he found it amusing.
And this, dear readers, concludes my latest installment of Brooklyn boobification!