Culture on the Cheap
Bushwhacking in Bushwick
I am happy to announce that after two whole days my communication with the outside world has been restored! This could not have happened soon enough. I was getting really tired of schlepping down to my friend’s apartment in Bushwick to do what most people take for granted, e.g.; check email, upload photos and write blog posts— but enough with the negativity.
During the two days I trekked back and forth from there I found two different ad hoc advertisements offering services of a, uh, highly specialized nature.
August 8, 2007
I found this one on the Manhattan-bound platform of the L train at Montrose Avenue. Let’s go in for a close look, shall we?
You know, one does not find such truth in advertising nowadays. I don’t know about you, but I find Danielle’s honesty refreshing.
August 9, 2007
I found this missive scrawled on a door immediately after I disembarked from the B43 bus at Scholes Street. As it would happen, I was in the very condition that Miriam (reputedly) craves when I read this. Unfortunately, after pounding the pavement with a panty’s worth of “girly gravy” on a very humid day her services didn’t appeal to me. Nonetheless, I was touched by her offer; it made me feel wanted. Maybe next