New York Shitty Day Starter: The Sleep Of Reason Creates Monsters*
From North 7th Street.
Miss Heather
*This comes from Francisco de Goya’s “Los Caprichos” and is the only explanation I can muster as to why someone who so vehemently defends the life of the unborn—in the name of god— would elect take to take the life of another, albeit already born. In a church, no less. Disgusting.
A Morgan Avenue P.S.A.
Cat owners who live on or around the intersection of Rock Street and Morgan Avenue take note:
a cat poisoner appears to be operating in your neighborhood. It goes without saying if you see someone acting suspiciously around or out rightly abusive to our furry friends contact the ASPCA at the above-listed phone number stat.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: The Swami Of Street Sneakers
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Jackson Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: W.W.B.D.?
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Berry Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Think Again
Well, I’ve been to one world fair, a picnic, and a rodeo, and that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard come over a set of earphones. You sure you got today’s codes?— Major T.J. “King” Kong.
I thought I did. Really. I’ve seen a lot of weird and perverted shit in my life but I never thought I’d see the day a property in Greenpoint, 11222 would be pimped on Bedford Avenue. 11211.
Hell has frozen over.
Meet “THE OAKLAND”
Our home is our joy at the end of the day, our deepest comfort, our refuge from the world. That world should be a place of inspiration and a source of comfort. That home should be made secure and safe. A place where craftsmanship is not a luxury. Where the same work and effort that you put lovingly put into making it a place of beauty is also same the standard expected from the developer.
We’ve passed through the dark ages of standard-less housing, welcome to the age of enlightenment. Welcome to The Oakland. A place where quality meets integrity. A place where satisfaction throughout your entire experience is our personal guarantee— from the sales team to the developer— starting today. We stand by our word and remain at your service.
The Oakland
Located on McGuinness Boulevard (formerly known as Oakland Street) and a beer bottle’s toss from the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. I’m very curious to know what the advertiser (and developer) define as a place of “comfort” and “inspiration”. Can you say “soon to be dumped into rental”?
Welcome to the dark age in north Brooklyn.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Happy Birthday Pa Heather!
To close the day on a personal note today is Pa Heather’s birthday. I spent much of it racking my brain as to what to give him. What does one give a man who has— or hates— damned near everything? To this end I decided to take and walk and think the matter over. It was at McCarren Park I finally found my answer: a slice of life not be found where he lives.
A very Greenpoint slice of life.
You might be getting older and losing your hair, Pa Heather, but as the above photographs clearly illustrate hair loss is not necessarily a bad thing. Happy birthday dad!
Miss Heather
Today’s Bit Of Recession Humor: Pulling The Plug
I usually do not re-blog material from other sites but I have been deluged with emails regarding this gem, an article from the New York Times entitled (in every conceivable sense of the word) “Parents Pulling The Plug on Williamsburg Trustfunders”. For this reason I feel compelled to pass it along. It even features a quote from Misha Calvert (better known as the organizer of the Mr. and Miss Williamsburg Contest and alleged thief of Colt 45) as seen at left.
Interested parties will be pleased (or distressed) to know Ms. Calvert is wearing substantially more apparel in this tome which my buddy over at Queens Crap called:
Quite possibly the most humorous article of the year.
With such pissers as this:
Luis Illades, an owner of the Urban Rustic Market and Cafe on North 12th Street, said he had seen a steady number of applicants, in their late 20s, who had never held paid jobs: They were interns at a modeling agency, for example, or worked at a college radio station. In some cases, applicants have stormed out of the market after hearing the job requirements.
“They say, ‘You want me to work eight hours?’ †Mr. Illades said. “There is a bubble bursting.â€
and this:
It can be hard to see the signs of financial troubles in Williamsburg because residents are so loath to show that they had money in the first place. Robert Lanham, author of “The Hipster Handbook,†said in an interview that many newer residents tried to blend in with the area’s gritty history and dressed “half the time like they’re homeless people.â€
I am inclined to agree. If you have not checked out this article already I encourage you to do so. It’s something else. In closing I’d like to give this piece of advice to Ms. Calvert: if you want to be taken seriously it might be good, for starters, not to be photographed in a gold lame bikini top throwing hand signs.
Just a thought.
Miss Heather
Image Credit: Your Nabe via Free Williamsburg


























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