Williamspoint Photo du Jour: Constructive Criticism

If you lose your vacation shots “in a bikini” and some “modeling photos” just let them go. Posting a flier (such as the above-depicted one which hails from Franklin and North 14th Street) will not help you get them back. If anything this virtually ensures you will never ever see them again*. Until they hit the Internet, anyway.

Miss Heather

*How much do you want to bet immediately after this flier was posted men were beating the bushes looking for these pix?

Friday Night In North Brooklyn

I planned on attending an art opening last night. What I got instead was an eye-opening experience.

BIG TIME.

What really got me was not the youths “acting out” or the cops who pursued them (undoubtedly because condo owners are getting pissed at their shenanigans); it was the snotty preppy dude (who can be seen in this video) saying (to his date):

This is awesome!

Is this how callous we (as a people) have become? Laughing at another human being’s misery, fear and (possible) death? But I suppose that’s the point of slumming.

Do I get a fucking t-shirt?*

Miss Heather

*Some days humanity in general makes me want to vomit. This was one of them.

Dear Department Of Homeland Security

False alarm. Please refrain from casing or otherwise harassing the patrons of the Russian Orthodox Church at 228 North 12th Street, Williamsburg (if you are engaged in such activities, like I’d know). It’s not their fault they were labeled as being a Mosque on this handbag.

Anyone who has walked around McCarren Park knows this edifice (which sports a number of crosses gracing its “onion domes”) as the Russian Orthodox Cathedral of the Transfiguration of Our Lord. Crosses = Christianity. Minarets = Muslims. This church was retrofitted with minarets.

This church, our church, wasn’t. Muslims (many of whom I call neighbors and friends) refrain from this kind of showmanship. That’s the way they are. The above-depicted crosses are a uniquely Orthodox kind of thing. Saw it in Astoria, see it here. To each their own.

I honestly don’t care what (if any) god my neighbors worship: good people are good people— and I have the pleasure of knowing a lot of good people here in Greenpoint. That said, I prefer the company of those savvy enough to decipher an Orthodox Church from a Mosque. If you’re going to profit off my neighborhood get it right. This is not rocket science.

Miss Heather

BIG PROPS for this post: al oof

…have you seen the williamsburg tote bag? there is so much not to like about it, but the main things that stick out to me are the misuse of the term ‘greater’ (to mean a little bit more than) in reference to Greenpoint (it’s all of Greenpoint, but only some of Williamsburg) and the mislabeling of the Russian orthodox church on McCarren park as “The Mosque”.

P.S.: This church is technically in Williamsburg. But their P.O. Box is in Greenpoint — or would that be “Greater Williamsburg”? 😉

Pulaski Day Post Script

Earlier today Joey Arak (of Curbed) insinuated that Greenpoint wasn’t cool enough for t-shirt status. I agree. Greenpoint is most decidedly UNCOOL: mine is a community of non-joiners and misfits. Nonetheless The Garden Spot of the Universe should have its own damned t-shirt anyway. Here’s why:

1. We have the most beautiful sewage treatment plant in the history of man.*
2. The digester tanks (at the aforementioned plant) look like boobies and glow in a blue hue at night.
3. Where else in Brooklyn (or New York Shitty in general) are you gonna see (and hear) shit like this?

This cavalcade of Polish pride tore by my apartment last night at 9:00 p.m. It took the Mister by surprise. I was prepared. George W. Bush II would have been proud.

Mr. Heather: (WTF)
Miss Heather: You forgot Poland.
Mr. Heather: What the New York Times wrote was true. There were at least twice as many SUV’s last year.

Miss Heather

Video Credit: The Gowanus Lounge.

*One which also happens to handle Stuyvesant Town’s crap. 😉

Atlantic Antic Wrap-up Part I: What Is Wrong With This Picture?

When I saw this t-shirt from a distance I thought to myself:

Great, finally a Brooklyn shirt I can send to my dad!

Pa Heather has been hassling me for a new shirt for months. Then of course I realized it was missing something: namely the Garden Spot of The Universe! Does Williamsburg really deserve this much space? Really?

Otherwise Greenpoint did indeed represent at this year’s Atlantic Antic. Stay tuned to find out who and how!

Miss Heather

P.S.: As a matter of fact this piece of apparel is missing quite a few noteworthy nabes. I wonder what Best View In Brooklyn or Sheepshead Bites would make of this?