Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
This just goes to show to go how great of a city this is: you can get anything delivered by simply placing a phone call. Even “white pussy”.
Filed under: 11222, 11249, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This comes from none other than the SLA and Public Safety Committee Co-Chair himself: Tom Burrows. Those of you who have had enough— or cannot get enough— hotels hereabouts take note. On Monday, January 12th at Greenpoint’s very own Mary D’s Senior Center 96 Wythe Acquisition LLC dba “The Williamsburg Hotel” (whose endeavor has been given letters of support by both Councilman Levin and Assemblyman Lentol) will be giving a presentation. Public comments and questions are encouraged. New York Shitty tip: ask them about their proposed Hotel Loading Zones and No Standing Zones and how they are going to balance public space for 642 people against a parking lot with only twenty spaces.
Williamsburg Hotel Presentation
January 12, 2015 starting at 7:00 p.m.
Mary D’s Senior Center
80 Dupont Street (NOTE: entrance is on Eagle)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Fuck This Shit, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
If you do not know who this amazing woman is, you should. Her name is Irene Klementowicz and this is what she had to say about an “environmental study” presentation a couple years ago.
Tomorrow, January 8th, will be her 86th birthday. If any of you, gentle readers, see her on Manhattan Avenue (always stylishly attired) wish her a happy and healthy one. It is women such as her who keep this community (or at least some of its bullshit) in check. And for this reason I adore her. This one’s for you, Irene.
P.S.: Also of note, “OSA” will be rolling out their
vision plan for the Greenpoint Waterfront.
Those of you who plan on attending this dog and pony show: please keep Irene in the backs of your minds. After all, what does it say about a “parks advocacy group” when its head is the very same attorney who, under George “Greenpoint Landing” Klein’s hire, stumped for the 2005 Rezone (parks for super-sizing scheme) in the first place?
The fellow in question prefers to see it as “community advocacy”— and I suppose, given his purview— it is.
Filed under: 10461, 10462, Bronx, New York City, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
I cannot tell a lie: I too (still) press my face up to the subway window. This goes double when it is snowing. It is simply too nifty to resist.
Taken by UrbanphotoZ.
Filed under: 11222, Gentrification, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Yet another “news” item about the Salvation Army’s “boutique” store in “trendy” Greenpoint. I have refrained from blogging this “news” because quite frankly it is not. News.
It is gentrification porn. It is click-bait. It is easier than, say, writing about a beloved (and rare) water tower’s “character” being painted over. Or even a fatal stabbing on Dupont Street (Which DNA.info reported).
What seems to be lost by the various media outlets writing about this “news” is the fact the Salvation Army did not simply “pretty up” the space. They also saw fit to “pretty up” the staff. You know, so as to make the place more “palatable” for someone who would pay $3.00 for “curated” LPs.* $250.00 for a bookcase which could be easily had elsewhere. Cheaper.
Gone are the employees I loved bantering with/backing up in verbal disputes over prices from disgruntled “customers”. I guess they did not make the “boutique” cut. The former manager had such an elegant, beautifully Caribbean, slightly French-inflected; polite way of telling miscreants to, well, using my vocabulary:
She was smart. Probably too smart.
The first person who really taught me the “value” of telling someone to fuck off was “Sammy”. He worked at this same Salvation Army store in 2000. Methinks the Village Voice (when they actually had balls) wrote a profile of him. What I do know is he once had to deal with two women disputing over who got to buy a certain a certain ceramic figurine. He resolved this problem employing Solomon-like wisdom by throwing it on the floor and rendering it into smithereens. Problem solved.
“Sammy” resided at the Greenpoint Hotel. Back then the “Greenpoint Hotel” had a very curious rule: you can stay there for three weeks only. The fourth you must leave. This was, of course, to skirt the four week rule of SRO residents being rent-stabilized.
When my grandmother and her sister died (within weeks of each other) who did I ask to “house sit” my apartment/cats? Sammy, of course. He confessed to me later he played his guitar and watched porn. So be it. I like honesty.
Sammy died a few years ago. I miss him.
*Skip the “curation fee”/”community tax” and head to The Thing.
Filed under: Bronx, Brooklyn, Gentrification, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From today’s trip to two “Little Italies”. I told the Mister this was the antithesis of Lumbersexualism. He agreed. When I thought further about it (given “trends” in north Brooklyn) this could be a moneymaker.
The key is “re-branding”. Make tattooing your head to look like you have a shaved head (sans male pattern baldness) be “cool”, “hip” and “hep” on purpose! I predict a big market for this in North Brooklyn in five years. Ten at most. Just imagine the money you’ll save on hats.
Filed under: Brooklyn, Coney Island, Coney Island Brooklyn, New York City, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
Taken by Pajarita Frenetica.
Filed under: 11211, 11222, 11249, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As promised, here is a slide show featuring items of interest I encountered while take a New Year’s Day stroll around points Green and beyond. When I left the apartment the Mister wished me luck in my hunt for “barfcicles”. He’s thoughtful that way. What’s more, it must have worked because it did not take me long to find one. Actually, it is more like barf buckshot.
NOTE: I elected to be somewhat judicious when
selecting curating material encountered in Williamsburg (Bedford Avenue in particular) as it is pretty much trashed on any given weekend. Enjoy!
Have a shot of post-New Year’s Eve debauchery? I would very much like to see it! You can kick ‘em over to my photo pool or via email at missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.
Taken January 1, 2015.