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Filming On Franklin
Today Lily at Dandy Wines asked me what was shaking in Greenpoint. I told her “not much”. Summer may officially be over but nothing else has changed; it is still humid and I feel languid. That said, I did see one thing of interest today.
A film shoot taking place in front of Brooklyn Label…
replete with trucks and tents on Java Street.
The woman in red gave detailed instructions to the actors (the man and woman behind her) to wait until the light turned and cross the street. At first this level of direction struck me as being a little excessive, but then I noticed this missive down the street…
this on Driggs Avenue…
and this in the women’s restroom at San Loco.
I suppose some people are in need of more detailed instruction than others.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Anyone know what this film shoot was for? Just curious.
Williamspoint Photos du Jour: Biggie Smalls
Walking around the junk shop is always fascinating. I am especially fond of poking through the nooks and crannies where people (presumably clients) like to stash stuff. Most of the time I find pornography carefully hidden for later delectation. Yesterday I found just that and something else…
Polaroids of Biggie Smalls.
My taste in rap tends to lean (very) old school: N.W.A., Run D.M.C., Public Enemy and Beastie Boys mostly. I do not think I have ever listened to Biggie Smalls— but I know who he is. But dead celebrities are not why I am sharing these photographs. Rather, I’d like you to take a good hard look where he is.
Looks a helluva lot like Greenpoint if you ask me!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photos du Jour: Darling
Filed under: Williamsburg
These photographs hail from Wythe Avenue, Dahhhrling.
Miss Heather
Amazing. Simply Amazing.
That’s all I can say about the work they are doing at Empty Cages Collective. After reading this wonderful piece by mihow I swung by to administer a little “hands on” kitten therapy this week. It was then that I met Lucy.
She might look an ordinary (and cute) kitten but I assure you she is not. Lisacat writes:
Lucy is a kitten caught in Brooklyn during a trap-neuter-return project by Empty Cages Collective volunteers. She had a deep abscess on her jaw and needed emergency veterinary care to close the wound. The vet is concerned that there is not enough tissue for her to heal properly, so we have to get her to a dental specialist for evaluation. She is still fearful and a little hissy, but is eating well and starting to enjoy being handled a bit.
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: the best way to judge a society is how they treat those who are the least able to defend themselves. The fact Lucy is still alive is a testament to her tenacity; she wants to live. The great pains Empty Cages Collective has taken to get Lucy the medical treatment she so desperately needs is a telling example of how dedicated they are to caring for those who cannot speak for themselves. Those (who like Lucy) suffer in silence.
I would strongly advise any of you with a little money or time to spare to make a donation to Empty Cages Collective or better yet— volunteer!
Who knows, you might make a new friend. Or two!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: North 12th Street
Filed under: Williamsburg
Quid Pro Quo:
In legal usage, quid pro quo indicates that an item or a service has been traded in return for something of value, usually when the propriety or equity of the transaction is in question. For example, under the common law (except in Scotland), a binding contract must involve consideration: that is, the exchange of something of value for something else of economic value. If the exchange appears excessively one sided, courts in some jurisdictions may question whether a quid pro quo did not actually exist and the contract may be voidable..*
Latin is the new black in Williamsburg. Pile drivers included.
Miss Heather
The City That Never Sleeps
I have never understood why New York City is called this. If what I have seen over the years is any indication there are people sleeping all over our fair city. In North Brooklyn McCarren Park seems to be a napping spot of choice.
Unless one is homeless I cannot profess to understand this practice. Sleeping in public opens up one’s person to a variety of unsavory number acts. I learned about a number of such deeds from a Sargent at the Briarwood headquarters of the Transit Police several years ago. First you have the lush workers. These are the people who case drunks on the subway and steal their wallets. One evening “the Sargent” was on “lushworker” duty. He spied a rather intoxicated gentleman in a subway car and watched him.
Sure enough, someone ducked in and started to move in. When the constabulary came to the rescue what they found was completely unexpected; their “perp” was administering oral sex to this man. Both were taken into custody and the “recipient” was told what happened to him once he sobered up. One can only imagine the look on his face when he got the news.
Simply put, there are many reasons not to sleep in public. If being robbed or becoming the participant in some anonymous subway sex act is not enough to motivate people to be more mindful of their surroundings, maybe being watched with rapt interest by some drunk dude is. And that’s what I saw in McCarren Park last weekend.
The footage video does not do this scenario justice. I shit you not this chap spent a good ten seconds just staring at this woman. Had this man been in better control of his faculties who knows what he would have done? The lesson here is a simple one: a lot of criminal acts are crimes of opportunity. If you do not give someone the opportunity to commit a crime, it is very unlikely one will occur. McCarren Park is not your backyard.
Be careful.
Miss Heather
Recycle Properly On Harrison Avenue
Filed under: Williamsburg
…or else.
Last week I groused about how my husband is somehow incapable of placing recyclable items in the proper receptacle. Even if said container is a mere four feet away. I am not a big fan of rummaging through our bathroom garbage can. In fact, it really pisses me off.
So needless to say I was pleased as punch when I recently happened upon this rather extensive directive to recycle properly on Harrison Avenue.
Not only was the Mister in tow…
but this seemed to get through to him. Maybe I should try this at home?
Miss Heather
9/11 Mystery Solved!
There has been much speculation as to where Mr. Bush was after those airplanes hit the Twin Towers September 11. Was he hiding out in some bunker waiting for World War III? Was he kicking back in the paradise that is Waco, Texas? Where was Bush when we needed him?
Yesterday, August 24, 2008, on Lee Avenue I think I might have found the answer.
Carla was kicking back at 1070 Park Avenue until the dust settled. Changing his birth year to 1968 is an inspired move; that pretty much throws draft-dodging allegations out the window. But the last name “Frankel”? Really.
Georgie Boy has successfully passed himself as being a Texan. He is a pretty bad looking woman, but given how much he favors his mother it is a plausible ruse. But an Upper East Side Jewess? That’s pushing the envelope a little.
Miss Heather
Penn Street Puke: Crapification Is Almost Complete!
I wrote about this lovely renovation abomination back in May. It even moved me enough to attempt a definition. Here it is:
Crapification (crap’-if-fic-ka-shen) n. Restoration of a deteriorated but otherwise tasteful old building with a total disregard for aesthetics and/or context. —crap’-i-fy’ v. (ified, fying, -fies) See: the building at the southeastern corner of Penn Street and Harrison Avenue in Williamsburg.
I am pleased to announce that as of August 24, 2008 this building has surpassed my expectations…
in terms of abject hideousness. Note the careful placement of air conditioning boxes. Will they be Fedders? I can only hope so!
My question is what happened to the building behind the crap? Looks like they demolished it if you ask me. Was this legal? I don’t know. No one seems to care so why should I?
Besides, just look at this great balcony!
Miss Heather
The Greenpoint Blogosphere Goes To the Dogs!
Literally. Last night I was contacted by a fellow Greenpointer on a mission. Suzy writes:
dear miss heather,
would you be so kind as to take a gander at my blog?
today’s feature is BOB THE BARC DOG. i hope that you will consider adding this blog as a link in your blogroll; my aim is to get more exposure for the doggies from BARC…
thanks,
suzy
p.s. bob is known as hope at the shelter. my BF said we cannot call him that; as it is a girlie name, so we call him bob hope.
I do not agree with Suzy’s boyfriend. As it would happen we have a new semi-feral cat in our pride. I wanted to name it “Babka” but Mr. Heather panned the idea. Then I named it Sheba. Mr. Heather liked that name so we rolled with it. Until, that is, until we discovered Sheba was, in fact, a HEba. That changed everything.
Solomon didn’t seem to suit his temperament (he’s a bit of a asshole), so I named him Sue. Despite being trapped and having his “manhood” removed, “Sue” does not seem the least bit upset by his name. As long as I pony up the catnip pellets once a week and dole out the kibble on time he is puuuurfectly content. Otherwise it gets ugly.
Just like Mr. Cash, Sue likes to sing. Especially when he has not has his weekly allotment of catnip pellets. His venue of choice is outside my bedroom window. His audience is our resident felines. Sue likes to regale them with tales about the “nip” taken from his ear. Over so many beers. Sue is one bad dude (or fancies himself as such).
(Bob) Hope isn’t. Suzy writes:
Bob is darned near perfect, except that he does seem rather depressed. I’m waiting for him to come out of his shell, and will update this post over the next couple of days. We’re having a bob‒b‒que in his honor tomorrow night. I betcha he likes steak … just a hunch.
One more thing ‒ Bob makes his bed.
When I brought Bob home last night, I took a king ‒size quilt from the closet, laid it down and folded it in half. Bob took over from there…
we were watching tv, and I guess it was too loud for him, so he dragged his bed into the other room, folded it again, and went to sleep. Bob kinda rocks.
It’s a good thing that Bob is an arranger of bedclothes, as Bob really, really likes to sleep.
This poor fella has been in the care of the wonderful BARC shelter since APRIL! He was found on the street and brought to BARC by the cops. Bob weighs about 50 pounds, is about six years old, is neutered, and has all of his shots. He likes men, women, children, cats, and other dogs. I’m honestly trying to find something wrong with him, but, so far, no go.
Nor do any the lovely (and loving) dogs Suzy writes about on her blog. Check it out!
Miss Heather
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