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Christmas Comes Early To Long Island City
Filed under: Long Island City
It would appear that Santa and his little helpers are busy dismantling what is arguably the ugliest building in Queens and possibly the entire city. I suspect I speak for many when I say goodbye and good riddance.
Miss Heather
Woodside Photos du Jour: 61st Street
Filed under: Queens
These photographs hail from the 61st Street stop of the 7 train. While the Mister and I were waiting for the local (to take us to Jackson Heights) I became enamored of the lamp posts at this station. Since I had plenty of time on my hands I shot some snaps of them. Enjoy!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photos du Jour: Vintage Bridge
Filed under: Williamsburg
I’m not too sure when these photographs (which I hail from the junk shop) were taken but I found them compelling nonetheless. Enjoy!
This post is dedicated to the city of Mumbai.
Miss Heather
Best. Subway Announcer. EVER.
G train patrons are used to getting the shaft. Once we had not just the G but also the GG. The previous was an express line, the latter was local. As you can see nowadays it’s all local —and soon to be even even more so. A reader of mine wrote:
…did you see this thing about the g-train? What does halved G service mean? Half as many trains or half as many stops? I assume this means Greenpoint’s gentrification is essentially over?
Does this surprise me? Hardly. The MTA has harbored a hard-on to cut off service to Forest Hills for a very long time. Given the Solomon-like wisdom the our rapid transit system exercises I suspect they’ll cut G train riders in half and demand $1.25 a ride for ransom. The same goes for (J)M(Z) trainers. What happens in working class Brooklyn doesn’t matter. Keeping up appearances in Manhattan (for the turistas) is what’s important. Priorities folks, priorities.
The previsou having been said we Crosstown Locals have one thing to be can be proud of: finest subway announcer I have ever had the pleasure of listening to. The MTA can cut service and up subway fares all they want but if they fire this dude I’ll be PISSED. ROYALLY.
Hmm… haven’t I heard this voice before?
Open the pod bay doors, Hal!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Sunset On Black Friday
As the Mister and I were knocking around Jackson Heights yesterday we noticed the absolutely breathtaking sunset. We were not able to get a photograph of it. Thankfully Greenpoint’s very own mugsniffer did. He writes:
View from my Greenpoint apartment, now marred by the bulky EDGE building along the waterfront.
Regardless it’s a damned nice photo. You can see more great Greenpoint imagery a la mugsniffer by clicking here.
Miss Heather
Best. Thanksgiving. Ever.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Good friends. Good food. Good times.
These bad boys don’t look as pretty as they tasted. Yeah, I’m bragging. Yours truly makes some seriously fierce chile rellenos. They were accompanied with salsa, beans, lentil soup, and some meanass Spanish rice from my friend mangy_cur!
The topper: Madeira, coffee and two great pies from Py-O-My. The Dutch apple pie was absolutely AMAZING. I highly recommend it.
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photos du Jour: A Splash Of Color For Black Friday
From Ainslie Street.
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
Word Of The Day: Craftsmanship
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
For those of you who are wondering what caliber of workmanship $400,000 – $500,000 will purchase in Greenpoint nowadays the following images (taken of the Viridian on Thanksgiving Day) should prove to be quite illuminating.
The previous craptastic footage begs the following tantalizing question:
If these defects are clearly visible to passersby, what other latent defects does this development sport?
I suppose when one is paying for amenities like virtual golf, a gazing pool, rooftop cabanas (which I have been told have a splendid view of the shit tits) and a concierge such trivialities don’t really matter.
Miss Heather
Credits: Merriam Webster Online Dictionary
Reader Contribution du Jour: THANK YOU
This choice morsel of post-Turkey Day goodness hails from across the pond in Long Island City. Randy writes:
I am a regular reader of your blog who lives in LIC. As I was out walking with my neighbors last week we came across this wonderful example of crap I thought you might be interested in. Aside from the obvious recycleable items reaching over the top of the leaky bin, I found it interesting what they did NOT want to be deposited inside. Maybe the owner prefers that the dog shit is left on the OUTSIDE for everyone to enjoy…..
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.
Right back at ya, Randy. Great find!
Miss Heather
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