Greenpoint
Cafe Cito Bogota
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Skyline
Taken by TarynLM04.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Freud Said
Taken by BKLYNgraffiti.
Miss Heather
Now For Sale At Eastern District: Sol Sauce
Last week yours truly had a journey of discovery. This culminated in the above product, Sol Sauce, being stocked at our very own Eastern District. It all started when I first beheld this product at the Beaner Bar. Being a person whose culinary life basically revolves around the acquisition and consumption of Mexican foodstuffs I was intrigued. So I purchased it.
Unlike a number a sauces gracing my designated “salsa shelf” in the refrigerator this one was summarily devoured in two weeks. I headed back to the Beaner Bar to acquire another one only to discover they were out! Needless to say I got online immediately so as to learn how I could procure more without actually having to go to Astoria (where this product is produced and which is no longer “serviced” by the Crosstown Local).
Long story made very short I learned that I not only knew the two women behind this endeavor (one of them, Rosie, actually curated a show of my photography last year at Creek & Cave) but they were friends of mine. I fired off a quick note to them via Facebook. Shortly thereafter I learned that she had in fact shopped this product at our very Eastern District. That’s when I took action and, well, I will let Rosie tell you the rest!
Just wanted to let you know . . .
We only had two bottles of Sol Sauce at the Beaner Bar. Since my brother is their neighbor and good friend, we decided to try doing a bit of consignment with them.
The first bottle – GOT STOLEN.
And you (of all people) bought the 2nd one.
Also, when we dropped off the case to Eastern District today we mentioned we heard you came in. Chris proceeded to let us know you came in with a completely empty bottle “empty, like you somehow got your tongue to reach all the way into the bottom of the bottle to clean out every last drop”.
Glad you like it!
Alas, I do not have such Gene Simmons-like talents (I merely added water to the remains of the bottle so as to get every last drop of the stuff). If I did I have little doubt I would have had some very interesting career prospects back in the day. In any case, Sol Sauce really is that good. It sports a pretty heady cocktail of peppery goodness including, but not limited to: chipoltes, New Mexico reds, arbols and habaneros. Give it a try!
Sol Sauce
$7.25 per bottle
Eastern District
1053 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
I also have word that Kill Devil Hill is selling this product as well!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Brooklyn
Taken by WarmSleepy.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Weld
Taken by BKLYNGraffiti.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Bio-hazard
Taken by BKLYNgraffiti.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox, Part II: A Dispatch From The Unemployment Office
This item comes from a friend of mine who (fairly) recently joined the ranks of the unemployed. For reasons you will soon understand he/she prefers to remain anonymous. It is quite something.
I received a notification in the mail that in order to continue to receive benefits I need to come to the unemployment office for a followup on my job search efforts. I got there late and was freaked out something bad was going to happen because I was late. Turns out they just chunk you into another group. In fact, it turns out that you don’t have to show up at the time on your piece of paper, or even that day. You just show up when you want and they put you somewhere. So I get through security and am sent to another security desk, and then sent to a room. I have to wait 45 minutes, and I forgot my phone, nor do I have a book. I decide I’ll try to meditate. Except this dude next to me is playing a game on his phone and doesn’t think to turn the sound off. I spend all my energy trying not to smack him on the back of the head. Then someone else decides to eat candy in crinkly wrappers. Occasionally someone walks in and says “good morning” and we all get excited: because who the fuck walks into a room full of strangers and says “good morning” unless they are the administrator? Apparently these dumb motherfuckers do. Three people did this walk in and say good morning routine, then show their yellow papers and go sit down like the rest of us cattle. Good morning my ass! It’s raining and I’m here in the unemployment office waiting for 45 minutes with no phone, no coffee, and someone keeps farting. It is so bad I put my scarf back on and wrap it around my face. Finally this nice lady herds us into another room and starts handing out forms to fill out. They are questionnaires that are so easy it’s ridiculous. Are you looking for work? yes. How? Circle all that apply. Are you making progress? Yes. OK then. Administrator lady goes over what’s written down. She tells us how to sign our name on the attendance sheet and pass it to the neighbor. Still people can’t get that right! I shit you not! Some people signed the wrong attendance sheet. Others signed their name on the same sheet twice! I am not making this up. Others didn’t pass it to their neighbors but passed it back the way it came. Several people took the attendance sheet and tried to walk it to the administrator, and then we all had to yell for them to fucking pass it to us so we could sign it. Seriously, what is wrong with people!? I got picked to do the job interview role play and passed. And then here is the highlight of the event. The administrator was going over what to say in an interview when a prospective employer asks “What is your greatest weakness.” And she said one example would be to say that “I have been called a workaholic by my spouse.” And this man pipes up: “That’s not a weakness!” And she says “well some people might think it’s a weakness because your relationship might be affected, but prospective employers may think of it differently.” And this guy goes, “but it’s still not a weakness. It is good to be a workaholic.” And the Administrator says “well it’s just an example of something you might say to turn a weakness into a strength in a job interview.” And the guy continues “It’s still not a weakness.” At this point I am stifling my laughter. And someone is still farting. I am not making any of this up. Finally she starts calling people off the roll call to hand in our sheets and she asks us if we have any questions and looks at our sheets. Many people have still not managed to fill out the sheets properly, and they are native English speakers! She has to stop and correct everyone as they are called. She takes my stuff and doesn’t even ask if I have questions she just sends me on my way. The End.
WOW.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part I: Muck
Taken by Hans Hendley.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part I: Brooklyn(‘s) Finest
Filed under: 11205, 11206, BAD ASS, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Crosstown Local
This find comes from a(nother) Greenpoint rock star, Bitchcakes. She writes:
I was sitting next to this gentleman on the G Train platform at Bedford-Nostrand last night after midnight and saw the “Brooklyn” hand and *loved* it. When we boarded the G, as I passed him, I told him how great I thought it was. Then he pulled out his other hand and told me I could photograph them if I wanted. Hell yeah! Thank you, sir! You rule!
Right on.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part III: Ad Buster
Taken by BKLYNgraffiti.
Miss Heather
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