Culture on the Cheap
Halloween Photos du Jour: Joe The Plumber, R.I.P.
…in your halloween quest, you should check out 323 humboldt in e. williamsburg… its a different take on the whole scary thing. Wait until the afternoon, when they drag the coffin out.
Yesterday I walked down the valley of the shadow of dearth: 323 Humboldt Street. In the late afternoon, just as ordered…
and as promised they had the coffin out. Let’s see who is inside, shall we?
It’s Joe The Plumber! Guess he got bumped into a higher tax bracket after all. For shame.
Behold, the Wall Street Crematory!
All eyes are on Wall Street— or would that be Humboldt Street? Sarah Plain Palin where are you when you need us?
Don’t fear the Reaper!
Unless you happen to be “WaMu”.
I cannot explain why but I find this utterly hilarious. Perhaps it is because they’re the 7th or 8th (I can’t keep track anymore) bank to occupy Manhattan Avenue between Greenpoint and Nassau Avenue. Replacing a much needed housewares store in the process. I still miss X-Tra Discount goddammit!
R.I.P.: A.I.G (?)
My eternal gratitude goes out to you, xdoobiex: you have, indeed, tipped me off to an whole new level of horror. The funny thing is no matter how rich this country has become I’ve always been poor. The nation’s top two percent do not seem to be very fond of sharing the wealth— socializing their bad debts, however, is another matter entirely.
Miss “Do You Want Fries With That” Heather