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Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: It’s BAAAACK!
April 11, 2009
Metropolitan Transit Authority
Attn: H. Dale Hemmerdinger, Chairman
347 Madison Avenue
New York, NY 10017-3739
Re: advertisement on Queens-bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue
Dear Mr. Hemmerdinger,
What did my community ever do to you to deserve this? I mean, I can handle the odd pervert whipping out his penis— but hammertoes too? Have a heart, Dale. Please.
Sincerely,
Miss Heather
Proprietress of New York Shitty, Greenpoint citizen & patron of the Crosstown Local
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Total Consciousness
In all my years of patronizing the G train I have seen a lot of shit. You name it and chances are I’ve probably seen, heard, touched, smelled— and yes— tasted it at some time or another. For better or worse, the Crosstown Local is a feast for all five senses— and probably a few more. I have grown to accept this fact and find it quite endearing to be perfectly frank. The previous having been said once in a very blue moon I will encounter something that confounds even me. Tonight I had one such experience.
To truly appreciate this product of enlightened thought* click on the above image and peruse a larger photograph of the rather amazing revelation some anonymous (but very talented nonetheless) subway goer had while waiting for the “Gee, where the hell is it?” train. I’m guessing he (or she) had a lot of time on her hands to execute a master work of this caliber. This is hardly surprising.
I suppose you could also head to the Smith – 9th bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue and see it in person. Whichever best suits your time/space equilibrium. Either way it is time (and/or a Metrocard swipe) well spent.
Gunga Galunga…
Miss Heather
*And given the fact this missive is on an advertisement for Dunkin Donuts, probably some blue chip sensimilla.
An India Street Public Service Announcement: MISSING
Many of you have probably noticed that I am very much an animal person. This is the reason I feature adoptable pets on this site. It is also why I pass along fliers for lost pets when I encounter them.
Today’s item (which is located just outside the entrance for the Queens bound G train at India Street) puts me in a bit of a semantical quandary. From what I could tell what was lost was not a pet per se. However it does appear to mean a lot to its “keeper” so I am going to err on the side of caution and post it here.
You know what they say:
What happens at the Glenwood Hotel should stay at the Glenwood Hotel.
Unfortunately Jmz didn’t. If you have seen “Jmz” (AKA: ghst or Nagi) please contact ghstsnguitars at the above email address.
Your immediate attention to this matter is greatly appreciated.
Miss Heather
Bi-Borough Photos Du Jour: People In My Neighborhood
Filed under: Brooklyn, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens, Williamsburg
Bedford Avenue, Williamsburg
Metropolitan Avenue, Williamsburg
Vandervoort Avenue, Greenpoint
Anthony Street, Greenpoint
Manhattan Avenue, Greenpoint
Crosstown Local, Queens
5th Street, Long Island City
44th Drive, Long Island City.
Miss Heather
Great Moments In Product Placement: Crosstown Local Edition
There is a time and place for this sort of thing. 3:17 p.m. Tuesday afternoon on the Smith – 9th bound platform of the G train at Greenpoint Avenue is not one of them.
Miss Heather
P.S.: For a larger view of this schmaltzfest click on the above image— at your own risk.
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: M.T.A.
From Court Square.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: MTA Sucks
This priceless exchange (which hails from the 23rd – Ely Avenue subway station in Queens) comes courtesy of Victoria Belanger. Great catch!
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour:
Clearly the recession has had some impact on reality television viewing. In Greenpoint, anyway.
Miss Heather
Subway Video Du Jour: The G Train Strut
As mentioned in this post, the Mister and I ventured to Long Island City for dinner last weekend. It was delicious (La Vuelta has yet to disappoint). But as with all things in life— be they good or bad— our evening came to an end. We needed to go home. This of course entailed taking the Crosstown Local. The G train. The “Gee, where is it”? The “Go nowhere” train. Call it what thou whilst.
Unlike many I do not take issue with the Crosstown’s lack of punctuality. In fact I am grateful for it’s zen-like service as it has worked wonders for taming my Type A personality. I was once an impatient and impetuous public transportation novice but the Jedi masters behind this line have seen fit to teach me a most valuable gift: patience. I take things a little slower and savor the little things in life nowadays. Like this guy.
(TIP: listen to “Jimmy James” or “No Sleep Til Brooklyn” by the Beastie Boys while watching the following.)
The Mister could not understand my fascination with this chap. He wanted to get home fast and was upset I was lagging behind. It ended up making no difference: shortly after this chap descended the stairwell our train was ready to go. It was as if the G waiting for him (and maybe it was— after all, this dude is cool beyond compare).
It just goes to show that some of us bear no shame whatsoever for being patrons of the Crosstown Local. Sure, we pretty much have to transfer to get anywhere— but it also gives us the opportunity to hold our heads up and roll out a most badass strut.
Bravo!
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: The Devil In Bed-Stuy
From the Queens bound platform at Myrtle – Willoughby.
Miss Heather
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