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Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Where’s Sancho?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
One thing I love about Greenpoint (and New York City in general) is no matter how many times I walk down any given street, there is always some hitherto undiscovered treasure waiting to be discovered. Case in point: When I walked down Richardson Street last weekend I made the acquaintance of none other than Don Quixote.
Those of you who are interested in meeting the man from La Mancha in person can do so two doors east of the Parish Diner (roughly the intersection of Richardson and North Henry Street). I have no word as to Sancho Panza’s whereabouts. Perhaps he got deported?
Miss Heather
The B43 Stoop
Filed under: Williamsburg
Now that they have decided to raise our fares, I hope the MTA will hire somebody to raise this bus time table as well.
Miss Heather
Feral Cats Get Life in L.A.
Filed under: Area 51
…unlike New York Shitty.
I never thought I would see the day that I would diss New York City and praise Los Angeles. I have lived in many places (including Irvine, California); Greenpoint is the only place I have ever felt at home. That said, we live in desperate times and I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. While the Port Authority seeks to exterminate feral cats, our friends in the city of angels have found a more humane and pragmatic alternative. Per my left coast tipster:
…felines have been introduced, to great effect, at several stations with rodent problems. Parker Center may get them too.
What is she referring to you ask? Click here and find out!
Miss Heather
Photo Credit: Bob Chamberlin, L.A.Times
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Cult, Cup and Kool Aid
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Someone at Norman Avenue and Banker Street has a very, very sick sense of humor.
Miss Heather
P.S.: When I showed the above photo to my husband he laughed. I told him there was a band called “Jim Jones and the Kool Aid Kids.” He thought I was kidding. I wasn’t.
Astral Mattress Du Jour: December 28, 2007
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Astral Apartments, December 28, 2007, 4:25 p.m.
Miss Heather
History of New York City, Part I
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Today I have a little treat for everybody who wishes to look busy at his (or her) place of employment while not doing any actual work: I have uploaded the first nine chapters from a textbook about New York City history dating from 1899. That’s one year after consolidation! The contents (thus far) are as follows:
- A Map of the City
- Preface
- Chapter One: Introduction
- Chapter Two: The Dutch Dynasty – Peter Miniut
- Chapter Three: Wouter Van Twiller
- Chapter Four: Wilhelm Kieft
- Chapter Five: Petrus Stuyvesant
- Chapter Six: Dutch Manners and Customs
- Chapter Seven: The English Colonial Period
- Chapter Eight: The English Colonial Period – Leisler’s Revolt
- Chapter Nine: The Approach of the Revolution
All the above can be accessed by clicking here.
Enjoy!
Miss Heather
To Whomever Maintains the Fraternal Order of Police Call List
Filed under: Area 51
As we established earlier this afternoon, “Mrs. Valle” does not live at the number your phone bank employee dialed. I do. I apologize for rudely hanging up on him. He sounded like a very nice chap, but given recent events it was the most courteous response I could muster. Please accept my sincerest apologies.
And remove my number from your call list.
Sincerely,
Miss Heather
Curb Your Dog!
Filed under: Dog Shit Signage
It has been a while since I have featured some dog shit signage here at New York Shitty. I simply haven’t found anything that has struck me. This weekend that changed.
My husband and I saw the above “sign” while walking home last weekend. Though lacking in witty repartee, its sheer size is worth noting. I guess I should expect as much on a street named Clifford Place.
Miss Heather
Miss Heather’s Stocking Stuffer Cavalcade
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Call me a hypocrite. While I am not really a holiday season kind of gal, I always look forward to opening Christmas presents. This goes double for presents from my best buddy Rachael. She always picks out the most interesting gifts. This year was no exception.
One can of spray adhesive. Mr. Heather was a little disturbed by this item, as he suspected I might put it to some suspect use. More specifically, on him:
Great, now you can glue my dick to my stomach.
I assured him I would not do such a thing. If for no other reason because the instructions forbade me from doing so.
Then again, maybe Rachael had this nefarious scheme in mind? Why else would she have also given me:
1. A package of clothes pins shaped like feet.
2. A can of compressed air, and last, but not least…
3. A bottle of whiskey.
On that note I will leave you, dear readers, to draw your own conclusions.
Miss Heather
Merry Christmas From Green Street: Part II
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The mattress from this post has gotten a couple of companions. I suppose coal is pretty damned expensive nowadays so maybe Santa decided to give some very naughty Greenpointers the gift that keeps on giving?
Miss Heather
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