Filed under: Williamsburg
Ever since Bicycle Fetish Day I have become more and more attuned to the many glorious ways people trick out their bikes. That said, I found a real beauty Sunday afternoon while strolling down Graham Avenue.
I love the festively colored mud flaps.
Speaking as a vegetarian I cannot honestly say I am too fond of these dead critters (foxes?) hanging from the handle bars. However if the owner’s objective employing these deadkins was to make a statement, even a bleeding heart like little me has to admit he not only succeeded, but did so smashingly.
This cute little goldfish is much more to my liking.
And of course what would a great ride be without some tunes? To this end he has rigged a car stereo to a compact disc player. The one thing I absolutely adore about this facet of bicycle culture is its inventiveness. Not only are these bikes moving works of art, but every effort has been made to make its driver as comfortable as possible. I give this bike two enthusiastic dead foxes up!
I am certain a number of you are familiar with this property. Its address is 239 North 9th Street. As my colleague at the Gowanus Lounge has noted, not only is this (surprise!) going to be the site of (yet) another Karl Fischer masterpiece, but its farce of a construction fence presents very serious public safety issues. But neither 239 North 9th Street’s safety practices nor Karl Fischer are the purpose of this post. That is subject matter best left to the Gowanus Lounge to cover. Rather, I am intrigued by a sign gracing the fence at 239 North 9th Street.
This sign, to be precise. As you can see the owner of this property is “Greenpoint Management”. The physical address for this entity is listed as being 80 Clay Street.
Hannah found this sign at 261 North 9th Street. It lists 80 Clay Street as being the address of the owner as well. Very curious.
This site (120 S. 4th Street) is located at the corner of Bedford Avenue and South 4th Street. It too lists 80 Clay Street as being the owner’s address. Realizing we had a bona fide mystery on our hands, Hannah and I set out to learn more about 80 Clay Street. The first thing we did was look to it up on the Department of Building’s web site.
Per the Department of Buildings, 80 Clay Street is also known as 1114 Manhattan Avenue. When I first moved to Greenpoint I lived on Clay Street. As a consequence I know the addresses there quite well. Not satified with the Department of Buildings take on 80 Clay Street I decided to go down personally and see it for myself. Ready to learn more about the contact address behind three rather ambitious Williamsburg developments? If so, read on.
Gee, this looks awfully run down to the be headquarters for a Williamsburg development empire. What gives?
Oh that explains it— It’s part of the Greenpoint Hotel!* Silly me.
It was at this moment, dear readers, that all the pieces started to fall into place. If you look back at the sign gracing the fence at 120 South 4th Street you will notice it lists a telephone number: 718 349 8067. On a lark I decided to Google it. Here’s what I found.**
I made one last compelling discovery when I perused filings for 261 North 9th Street, 239 North 9th Street and 120 South 4th Street via the Department of Buildings Information System.
261 North 9th Street
239 North 9th Street
120 South 4th Street
All list one Menechem Stark as being the owner. If this name sounds familiar to you I’ll tell you why: he is one of the co-owners of the Greenpoint Hotel. Who knew this chap had such a stake in luxury condominiumville in Williamsburg? I certainly didn’t. I don’t know about you but I can hardly wait for these condominiums to get completed. I can only hope 261 North 9th Street, 239 North 9th Street and 120 South 4th Street will all sport the same caliber of “dedicated professionals” and “comfortable accommodations” that are to be had at their humbler cousin at 1109 Manhattan Avenue.
*Which, for the record is located on the southwestern corner of Manhattan Avenue and Clay Street. The Department of Buildings might want to look into that.
**Be sure to check out this other select morsel too. It would appear that 315 Siegel Street’s ownership also traces back to the Greenpoint Hotel. If the following quote is any indication, it sounds like one swinging place:
On July 30th, residents found bloody footprints in the building
Bedbugs are also mentioned. Where do I sign?!?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Java Street.
Filed under: Williamsburg
Not being a mother (of two legged variety, anyway), I decided to while away yesterday’s lovely, if brisk, afternoon by taking a walk. When I reached Meserole Street the lilting music of birds chirping was sharply punctuated by another sound: that of sheet metal being cut. Wishing to document this rather unorthodox way of celebrating Mother’s Day, I filmed it. If you listen very carefully you can hear one of these clowns shout “turn that off”. My sentiments exactly.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Saturday night I noticed the storefront at 170 Franklin Street has a new tenant. Over the years I have seen many a business come and go from this space so it’ll be interesting to see if this one “sticks”. My curiosity is killing me as to what “Kill Devil Hill” will be. Anyone out there in the know? If so, do share.
P.S. Here is neat little bit of background info I received from a reader about the origin ofÂ “Kill Devil Hill”. Doug D. writes:
Kill Devil Hill is the name of the place the Wright Bros. took their first flight airplane to test and is the place of their first flight. Its in NC.
http://www.killdevilhills.com/ for more
My guess is the shop owners may be from NC or OH.
I’ve been there, The Wright bros are from my home town of Dayton, Ohio. And before building airplanes they made and sold bicycles. I rode my bike from Dayton to FL in 2000, and went through NC and Kill Devil Hills on my way.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Friday evening the Mister and I were strolling down Manhattan Avenue. As we passed 1000 Manhattan Avenue something struck me as being different. At first I couldn’t out my finger on it so I stopped, turned around and walked back.
Yes folks, the inconceivable has indeed come to pass. That hideous “crutch” blighting this block is GONE!
Not believing my eyes, I swung by the next day. Still no crutch! Wishing to gauge how my fellow Greenpointers were adapting to this radical change in their environment, I crossed the street and stood watch.
As you can see, this woman mastered the newly unobstructed stretch of sidewalk like a pro. If any of you have the time and/or inclination to go out in this nasty weather, head to 1000 Manhattan Avenue and partake of this newly liberated sidewalk yourself!
Filed under: Williamsburg
This evening the Brooklyn Kitchen will be hosting its second annual Cupcake Cook-off at Union Pool. Per their announcement attendees (that means you) will be expected to consume some of said cupcakes. It is a difficult task, I know, but I am certain a number of you, dear readers, are up to it. Here are the deets for anyone interested in entering this event:
- It runs from 6:00 – 9:00 p.m.
- Entrants must submit their completed cupcakes before the 7:00 p.m. deadline.
- Six cupcakes are required for the official judging and extras will be used for the “popular vote”.
- The prize categories are as follows: Plain and Simple Flavor, Plain and Simple Decoration, Exotic Flavor,
Exotic Decoration and of course Best of Show.
484 Union Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Happy sugar coma!
I recently bumped into the person who keeps Mordred, the best dressed Chihuahua in Greenpoint. Her keeper (I will not disclose this person’s name) said to me:
Someone (upon recognizing Mordred) came up to me and asked “Are you Heather?”
Anticipating the worst (I have had lit cigarettes flicked at me for no other reason than being alive), I asked:
Was she nice?
Mordred’s Person replied:
At first I was confused because I have a good friend named Heather. But she said she was a big fan of your blog.
To wit I said:
You should have said you were me. I wouldn’t mind.
I mention this because yesterday on Graham Avenue I discovered Mordred has some stiff competition as the foremost four-legged fashionista of north Brooklyn.
Meet Dixie Cup. She is a resident of Williamsburg and just like her person sports a bone fide Mohawk. Check out the leopard print frock. Very nice.
Also of note are her assless pants. Or would these be chaps? In any case they are very David Lee Roth-esque. Maybe that’s why he wore them? It wasn’t exhibitionism: he simply didn’t want to drop trou in order to go to the bathroom.
It’s Monday. For most people Monday sucks. Usually because it entails some unforeseen fuck up that happened at work over the weekend. You could settle for your boss yelling at you— or you could opt out for a much cuter option.
Meet Squirrel. This little guy’s eyes opened a few days ago. Now his mouth is compensating for it.
Now get back to work already!
Photo/Kitty Credits: Lisacat. Anyone interested in adopting Squirrel (or the many other wonderful fur kids in her care) should contact Lisa at: lisacatv (at) yahoo (dot) com.
Or as our friends across the pond like to say: door handle.
Few things are so pervasive, yet so uncelebrated as the lowly door knob. Think about it. How many emotionally charged moments in your life have involved this mundane servant of humanity?
- Have you ever been locked out of your apartment? That door knob was there to bear silent testimony to your plight (and wrath).
- Ever had a nasty argument with your significant other/spouse and elected to exit your apartment by making the dramatic statement of slamming the door? That door knob was your accomplice.
Door knobs are much more interesting than you think. I say this not only as a door knob user, but also as a drop-out from “professional workforce”. If a Human Resources Expert was to read my resume, he (or she) would deem me an abject failure. And in all fairness, I probably am. I, on the other hand, see it as ten (plus years) of wage slavery with a hefty helping of Schadenfreude (READ: blue chip cocktail party material) to assuage the pain of underemployment.
Which brings me back to door knobs.
At one point in my less than stellar career I worked as a Receptionist for a state agency that worked with victims of violent crime. The function of this entity was to give money to (uninsured) victims of violent crime to cover medical bills, “rape kits”, funerals, etc.
If you want to delve into humanity at its absolute worst a state crime victim’s board is the place to see it. If you can imagine it, I can assure you somebody has already done it. In the most vile and disgusting fashion possible. As a Receptionist I not only had to field calls from a lot of angry people wanting to know if/when their money (for example) their child’s anti-depressants will come (because the board had a backlog), but I also had to deal with a very dysfunctional staff. In other words it was the kind of job that made you want to go home and empty your liquor cabinet. EVERY NIGHT.
Nonetheless my lowly sinecure was darkly amusing at times.
CASE IN POINT
One of my (numerous) responsibilities was filing “crime blotter” clippings. One day I came across a gem and decided to bring it to the attention of one of my co-workers.
Miss H: Get a load of this. Some guy died of metallic poisoning. He had nuts and bolts in his stomach and a door knob shoved up his ass. The police called it a suicide*.
Caseworker: How old was he?
Miss H: I dunno, not young but not old. 40, I think.
Caseworker: He should have known better.
Miss H: ?
Caseworker: He was old enough to know better than to shove a door knob up his ass.
Not knowing what to make of this I retreated to the sanctity of my desk. I have never seen a door knob the same way since.
That is until last Saturday when I spied this beauty at The Thing.
Needless to say I have made this item my own. Living in an age where cheap and disposable schlockitecture is the norm in my neighborhood (and New York City in general) this is an all too sad reminder of a time when even the lowliest fixtures of a public institution were made to please the eye.
Barack Obama speaks of the audacity of hope. I wish to make a case for the audacity of beauty. Is this, for the best city on earth, too much to ask?
P.S.: I wanted to install this fixture on our front door but it won’t fit. But being under 40 I can, with peace of mind, put it to a more nefarious use.
*It was later ruled a homicide. Duh.