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Cafe Cito Bogota
Spotted On Humboldt Street…
and headed towards Driggs Avenue as of 1:30 this afternoon, representatives for IDT Energy are still spreading their holiday cheer scam across the Garden Spot.
Upon noticing the clipboards I had my suspicions. When I saw their I.D. holders emblazoned with the “IDT Energy” logo they were confirmed. For more information about what IDT Energy is up to check out this post on the Gowanus Lounge or check out this flier the one man* army over at Concerned Citizens of Greenwood Heights has created to make people aware of what these miscreants are up to. And while you’re at it, why not rattle off a concerned email to a few of your elected officials (see end of post)?
I have… and so should you.
Miss Heather
*Who rocks despite the fact he went to J.J. Pierce. (Inside joke)
‘Tis The Season: Cat Frost
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
Retail Space For Rent On Franklin Street!
WOW. 500 -3,400 square feet sounds pretty phat. As does 1,400 – 5,200 square feet of “professional space”. But there’s one hitch…
it hasn’t been built yet.
Here’s a photograph of floor one of Karl Fischer’s 200 Franklin Street Frankenfinger . It was taken November 27, 2008. Do you honestly think these clowns are going to have this floor (much less a second floor of “professional space” and the heap of crap above it) completed by February 2009? Really?
But I suppose hope GREED springs eternal.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Beware
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
There’s a sausage creature on the loose. The word on the street is he has been spotted on Greenpoint Avenue —along with Green Day.
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
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
From Mackerelville To Dangertown
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Lest you think you think you have little to be thankful for this Thanksgiving Day my fellow Greenpointers, life could be much, much worse. The Garden Spot of the Universe did not have a very happy turkey day 125 years ago. Don’t believe me? Read this article from the November 29, 1883 edition Brooklyn Daily Eagle and see for yourself.
What constituted “Dangertown” here in 11222, you ask? I’m saving that for an extra juicy post! Otherwise lest any of you are wondering “Crow Hill” is now known as Crown Heights. It was given this moniker because it was an African-American community. And next year we will have an African-American president. How times have changed— for the better!
Be kind to your neighbors today. Love them for who they are, not what they are. We’re all in this together.
Miss Heather
Brooklyn Photo du Jour: No Standing St. Nick!
From Franklin Avenue.
Miss Heather
Interesting Consumer Item Of The Day
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The above assortment of products hail from the bodega at the corner of Greenpoint Avenue and Franklin Street.
A number of aromas come to mind when I hear the word “baby”. None of them are particularly appetizing.
Miss Heather
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