At what point will our city— more specifically, the Department of Transportation and our police departments— admit they (we) have a problem? While I am happy a concerned citizen saw fit to intervene and managed to get the person responsible arrested (god bless him), the fact remains this “accident” probably should not have happened in the first place. Plain and simple.
Posts Tagged ‘ Orient Avenue ’
Daily Bloomblight: Orient Distress
13
Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
No Dot, you’ve arrived in one of the coolest ‘hoods in New York City: East Williamsburg, May 12, 2010.
Scarecrow: Mm, we might.
Scarecrow: Animals that eat… s-traw?
Tin Woodsman: Some, but mostly lions, and tigers, and bears.
Dorothy: Lions?
Scarecrow: And tigers?
Tin Woodsman: And bears.
The Garden Spot has raccoons, skunks and even a dolphin! The only wildlife I, dear child, have spotted here is this kitty. She strikes me as being harmless. Perhaps Toto should make her acquaintance?
She holds court next door: 55 Orient Avenue.
I have written this twice before and I’ll write it once again:
I strongly believe people respond to the environment around them. This is why I am a big fan of public art especially in our subway system. Gestures as grand as a mosaic or as simple as keeping public facilities neat and clean send a positive message. The vigilance (or this case, lack thereof) with which our municipal government enforces the laws put in place to preserve our, the citizenry’s, quality of life speaks volumes about their attitude as public servants.
This is unacceptable. No one should have to live with this.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Shadowplay
07
This evening I will conclude today’s truncated postage with the following three lovelies. Enjoy!
Now, if you don’t mind I am off for an evening of birthday merrymaking and hanging out with good friends. I have not done jackshit all day— and you know what? It was damned nice!
See you tomorrow.
Miss Heather
Today’s Bit o’ Bloomblight: 11 Orient Avenue
06
Today I woke up in a rotten mood. This is not necessarily unheard of this time of year; there’s something about the short days and long cold nights I find unsettling. Wishing to be alone, I decided to go for a walk. My logic for doing so was as follows: I would probably find an object for my anger. I did.
This is the sight which awaited me when I rounded the corner from Metropolitan Avenue onto Orient Avenue. The address is 11 Orient Avenue. For those of you who are wondering, here’s what this property looked like in May 2008.
While hardly easy on the eyes, it is better than the following.
A colossal pile of dirt and rubbish.
As it would happen I encountered a very kindly old lady walking by this delightful sight. I asked her what happened. She was unable to pinpoint an exact date, but told me it happened last week when the winds were particularly strong. The fence simply collapsed. As you can see, this lot is now open for any and all to exploit as they see fit. Currently it appears to be a garbage disposal area. I have little doubt it will be inhabited in the near future. Albeit not by tenants of a more affluent persuasion, who were undoubtedly was the demographic the developer and Robert Scarano, architect, had in mind when these plans were filed in 2007. So it goes.
I have written this before and I will write it again:
I strongly believe people respond to the environment around them. This is why I am a big fan of public art especially in our subway system. Gestures as grand as a mosaic or as simple as keeping public facilities neat and clean send a positive message. The vigilance (or this case, lack thereof) with which our municipal government enforces the laws put in place to preserve our, the citizenry’s, quality of life speaks volumes about their attitude as public servants.
This is unacceptable. No one should have to live with this.
Miss Heather
A Girl And Her Blog
06
It would appear that politicians (and the developers to whom they are beholden) have done a smashing job of removing “urban blight” (READ: the working class/poor) from north Brooklyn. Who needs nuclear bombs when re-zoning, complicity and bureaucratic incompetence/apathy will do the job? Nonetheless the end product is more or less the same: a community whose quality of life has been compromised.
Follows is a revue of developer-induced blight in north Brooklyn I captured yesterday, April 5. I have entitled it After The Gold Rush.
The sad reality is re-zoning, tax bennies, and easy credit have done little to benefit my neighborhood. There were once businesses that gave people decent, well paying jobs. Affordable rental property was once in abundance in Greenpoint as well. No more. Thanks to our city’s leadership much of my wonderful neighborhood has become a wasteland peppered by vacant lots, failed condominiums cum overpriced rental property, illegal hostels and super-sized tourist destinations operated by and for the affluent.
The time is long overdue for north Brooklyn to be developed in a manner sensitive to the needs of the people who constitute this community, not the ones Mayor Bloomberg’s rich cronies envision living here.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Miss Heather
P.S.: This one’s for you, Bob.











