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DRATS, No Rats!
A tipster wrote on Saturday, November, 9, 2008:
labor action down at either northside piers or 184 kent. TWO rats are up.
I went down there without delay only to discover a few protesters, NO RATS and jaded affluenzics.
I asked these chaps what was up with the rats.
Miss Heather: I was told two rats were down here, where are they? Or did you have to pay them time and a half?
Union Man #1: On Sundays they get paid double time!
Miss Heather: (laughing)
Union Man #2: We only pull out the rats on the days they work. Yesterday we had 200 hundred man here.
Miss Heather: Yikes, it was so nasty out. After working I went home!
Union Man #2: They served lunches yesterday.
Then we discussed the joy of “scab labor” in north Brooklyn. One protester put it this way:
It gets worse. First they build in Manhattan, then DUMBO, then Williamsburg, and Greenpoint. The further out they go, the lower the quality.
Miss Heather: No shit. I have the pleasure of living on the same block as Magic Johnson’s condos.
They immediately felt sorry for me. As I did for them.
“Cutting corners” I asked: “I thought everything being built here was crap, what makes this building special?”
They laughed.
That’s why I rent in Greenpoint. And won’t buy “to own” crap like this:
$2,900 for a one bedroom apartment is 2x what I pay for rent.
In Greenpoint. I LOVE Greenpoint. Why the hell should I move?
Miss Heather
P.S.: The orange fur gracing the photograph gracing the beginning of this belongs to Mr. Heather’s cat Artemis.
He was engaged in some kind of solidarity sit-in atop the scanner and I saw no reason to remove him.
How Not To Blog: North Brooklyn Blind Item
AKA: How did you spend your weekend?
I spent mine hanging out home, reading, doing some (MUCH OVERDUE) house cleaning and taking some photographs. One of my fellow north Brooklynites had a much more provocative time last night. What’s more, he/she deemed it worth sharing with the world.
Punching a woman in the face. WOW. That’s much more provocative than, say, washing dishes or feeding cats— which is what I did yesterday. Occasionally I fantasize about punching the Mister in the face after picking up one “too many” of his messes. I am not a barbarian; we talk things over. What’s more, I know the penal code. Punching someone in the face is a class A misdemeanor.
I suppose then it would only be reasonable that my fellow blogger is not aware of the following either.
Threatening someone online constitutes Aggravated Harassment. Another class A misdemeanor.
Before you punch: point, click and assess the consequences, Miss Deameanor. The recipient of your criminal acts might feel compelled to prosecute.
Case closed.
Miss Heather
P.S.: I didn’t publish the “choice bits” nor do I intend to.
P.S. #2: This is an embarassment to any and all people who write blogs. For the right reasons.
Cityscapes a la “The Professor”
I have for eight years now known “The Professor” as both a nieghbor and D.J. for the Beauty Bar. What I didn’t realize until recently is he is an insanely talented photographer. Follows are a few of his snaps, see for yourself!
The new Kellogg Diner on Metropolitan Avenue.
Some Garden Spot “Sky shine”.
Our very own C-Town…
and some very lonely muffins in search of good homes at the Peter Pan Bakery!
Just another day at the Dupont Street playground.
But all of his photographs hail from North Brooklyn. This one was taken in Elmhurst, Queens. And given the history we witnessed last Tuesday I feel it is appropriate to close with this image from 14th Street in Manhattan.
You can see the previous and many more great street shots by the Professor by checking out his flickr page. Check’ em out!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Baracked!
This image comes courtesy of my colleague and good friend Caryn over at Brooklyn11222*. To see the previous incarnation of this window display check out this post from November 4th.
Miss Heather
*Who, like myself, found the conduct of the 94th Precinct Tuesday night out of line. Follows is my favorite passage from her spot-on post on the subject:
…There is very little justification for their (the N.Y.P.D.’s) behavior. And they only got away with it because they were doing it to white kids in Williamsburg. If they had tried to pull an action like this in Bed-Stuy it would have been an international incident.
REMINDER: The Ramen-Off Cometh
Basically this post is an excuse to feature what has to be one of the most diabolically clever party invitations I have ever seen! Those of you who want to learn about this event (which is slated for 7:00 p.m. tomorrow at the “backroom” of Union Poll) can get the scoop by clicking here.
Miss Heather
TODAY: Adoption Event At P.S. 9
Although this is incredibly last minute I want to pass along this adoption event Empty Cages Collective will be throwing today, November 8, 2008 starting at 1:00 p.m. Why not drop by P.S. 9 and make a new friend or two (like Hodgepodge, the lovely lady who graces the above flier)?
Kitten & Cat Adoption Day
November 8, 2008 ,1:00 – 5:00 p.m.
P.S. 9
169 North 9 Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: More A$$
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
Inexcusable
I am certain a number of you have seen these videos by now. I would strongly advise those of you who have witnessed acts of excessive force by New York’s Finest on Bedford Avenue Tuesday night to attend their next monthly community meeting and share your experiences with the 94th Precinct’s C.O. Fulton. Here are the deets:
N.Y.P.D. Monthly Community Meeting For November
November 17, 2008, 7:30 p.m. (they’re held the third Monday of every month)
Capital One Bank (better known as the Greenpoint Savings Bank)
807 Manhattan Avenue (be sure to use the side entrance on Calyer)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
In addition, any of you who got badge numbers can also file a complaint at the Civil Complaint Review Board.
Miss Heather
Anniversary Present, Mr. Heather Style
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
My husband espouses a very interesting approach to gift-giving. I learned this very early on when I received my first Christmas present from him:
a Hello Kitty jewelry box which plays “Everything Is Beautiful”. I did my best to conceal my disappointment. I failed miserably.
Mister Heather:
You’re always misplacing your jewelry, I thought this would be helpful.
I tried out of sheer guilt, dear readers, to use this item. It didn’t work out for two reasons:
- The Tupperware bowl I keep my cache of paste in works just fine.
- The aforementioned Tupperware bowl does not play an insipid song by Ray Stevens every fucking time I open it.
I really dislike Ray Stevens, folks. So you can imagine my dismay after willfully and deliberating leaving this jewelry box open (so as to run down the hand cranked music box) only to hear THAT RAGE-INDUCING SONG every damned time I opened it. I finally broke down and asked the Mister about it. Here’s his reply:
I noticed it was not playing music (when you open it) so I have been winding it up for you.
I took a deep breath, explained to him that I had let the music box on this item run down on purpose and requested that he please refrain from winding it. I felt like an ungrateful shitheel for doing this but I really couldn’t handle listening to that syrupy sweet song. It would have been like me giving him a humidor that cranks AC/DC whenever he opens it.
Nonetheless the Mister learned a very valuable lesson that year: trying to organize me is futile. All it does is confuse me and piss me off. Best to leave well enough alone. Ever since then he has endeavored to redeem himself. And this wedding anniversary he did.
Aside from asking for a cookbook I didn’t expect anything in the way of a present. Needless to say I was pleasantly surprised and a little nervous when I was told:
You’ll be getting something else too. It’ll come in the mail. You’ll really like it.
It arrived in the mail yesterday. He was so eager for me to see it he grabbed a pair of scissors, voraciously tore away the packaging and showed it to me.
He immediately misconstrued my dumbstruck expression as being one of disappointment:
I looked very hard to find this. It has scenes in it that were excised from the American release like when she has sex with the statue and when Grandier gets disemboweled.
I told the Mister I very much appreciated his present and his gift-picking ability has greatly improved. I assured him the expression on my face was one of shock, not disappointment. I then proceeded to explain to him that a restored copy of Ken Russell’s The Devils struck me as being the weirdest damned thing to give one’s wife on a wedding anniversary imaginable. He couldn’t understand why I felt this way.
Needless to say I can hardly wait to see what he gets me next year. Thanks Mister Heather!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Mousetraps
The details are scant regarding this great photograph but then again it pretty much speaks for itself. It was taken by Victoria Belanger in one of Greenpoint’s numerous 99 Cent stores sometime this fall. Great shot!
Miss Heather
NYS Flickr Pool
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