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Crosstown Local Photo du Jour: Ask Lehman
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From the Queens-bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
A(nother) Shooting At Club Exit?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Na Greenpoincie writes at 4:54 a.m.:
As the Greenpoint blog of record (!), I don’t know whether you’d be interested to hear that there were at least three shooting incidents outside Club Exit (149 Greenpoint Ave) last night.
The first happened at about 2.55am on Greenpoint Ave, right outside the club. There were several gunshots. No-one was hurt but a bullet went through one patron’s Chevy’s roof, and another bullet shattered the glass door of the Pay-O-Matic check cashing place. Photos of the damage attached for delight and delectation…
At about 3.45am, there were two more shootings, one after the other. The first (4-5 shots?) sounded like it happened close to Greenpoint/Manhattan Aves, and the second came two minutes after that, and sounded like it happened down towards Greenpoint/McGuinness.
It’s not just the shootings, it’s the constant yelling and screaming from 11am to 4pm, the garbage on the street afterwards, and the honking of cars when patrons spill out and block the road. Friday nights are usually raver nights, which is kids with glowsticks and shit – those guys are noisy but they’re usually OK, and they disappear pretty quickly. Saturday nights are “Guido” night, and that’s worse – a bunch of 35 year olds from New Jersey in shiny shirts drunk and screaming at each other. Tonight (and every other night when the shootings have been) was hiphop night, though – not so much the drinking but the yelling, music from cars, and the shootings…In addition to the three incidents tonight, there have been at least two others in the last six months.
People around here are getting sick of the problems from Club Exit – Greenpoint is usually a pretty safe and quiet hood. Last time this happened there were signs up (by different people!) on lampposts the next day. Club Exit needs to stat behaving more responsibly – more people on the door, searches, video cameras outside. A more visible police presence at closing time to keep the street clear would help a little too.
Not knowing how amenable the owners/management are to “community suggestions”…right now I would prefer not to use my name/usual netname. :)…
As some of you might recall a woman was accidentally shot in the leg in front of this establishment earlier this year.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Be sure to read the comments for more interesting information about what went down this morning.
Photo Credit: Na Greenpoincie; it is the front door of 168 Greenpoint Avenue which is located across the street from Club Exit.
Boobification Photo du Jour: Sign Of The Times
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
When I took “the girls” to McGolrick Park this week they got rather chilly. Methinks I’ll have to buy them a sweater.
Miss Heather
Franklin Street Bar Shows Sign Of Life
This “production” has been languishing for months. But on Tuesday they erected this:
Why not drop by and give Joe your head shot? The Production Lounge wants to meet you!
Production Lounge
113 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Opening date/hours: T.B.A.
Miss Heather
Urban Artifact: Manhattan Avenue
Mister Heather and I (being the effete and over-educated snobs we are) cannot grasp the rampant anti-intellectualism in this country. On the one hand, you have the first black president of the Harvard Law Review. Who taught constitutional law at the University of Chicago Law School. Despite hardships— and Obama had aplenty. He is an outsider. On the other, you have Rumsfeld in lipstick:
In 1982, Palin enrolled at Hawaii Pacific College but left after her first semester. From there she transferred to North Idaho College, where she spent two semesters as a general studies major. From that community college she then transferred to the much larger University of Idaho for two semesters. During this time Palin won the Miss Wasilla Pageant beauty contest then finished third (second runner-up) in the Miss Alaska pageant, at which she won a college scholarship and the “Miss Congeniality” award. She then left the University of Idaho and attended Matanuska-Susitna College in Alaska for one term. The next year she returned to the University of Idaho where she spent three semesters completing her Bachelor of Science degree in communications-journalism, graduating in 1987.
In 1988, she worked as a sports reporter for KTUU-TV in Anchorage, Alaska, and for the Mat-Su Valley Frontiersman as a sports reporter. She also helped in her husband’s commercial fishing family business. — Wikipedia.
For this lack-luster curricula clita Palin is lauded as being “All-American”. What does this say about us as a country?
I graduated from college in four years. Magna cum laude. I got a scholarship alright: $500 per semester for two semesters. That’s what a being smart (as opposed to beautiful) nets a woman with a 3.7 GPA. In Texas. Had I known being a bimbo would net me better career prospects perhaps I would have spent my “scholarship” money on a nose job (and getting my M.R.S. degree). But I didn’t. So I will continue…
That Communications degree (and pageant experience) is serving Sarah well. Or is the electorate much more idiotic than I imagined? Someone clearly likes her “down-home” talk. I (being the intellectual “community organizer” that I am) took her rhetoric as being backwoods demagoguery* meets June Cleaver (with a nuclear arsenal and “GOD” on her side). But am I simply being arrogant?
I found this discarded piece of homework on Manhattan Avenue. It got me to a thinkin’
How long did it take you to read the book? Why? I didn’t take me long because I saw the movie.
I would haved killed all the bad guys… It wes about 4 kids go into a majical world and fight a for the good side.
The good news: I suspect this kid’s mother helped him with his homework.
The bad news: This kid’s mother helped him with his homework.
With a public education system (and parental apathy) like this who needs Al Qaeda? We’re doing a damned good job of destroying ourselves. By taking pride in our ignorance, entitlement and sloth.
We’re not creating citizens, we’re creating cannon fodder.
But that’s jest me smart talkin’.
Miss Heather
*Demagogy (also demagoguery) (Ancient Greek δημαγωγία, from δῆμος dÄ“mos “people” and ἄγειν agein “to lead”) refers to a political strategy for obtaining and gaining political power by appealing to the popular prejudices, emotions, fears and expectations of the public — typically via impassioned rhetoric and propaganda, and often using nationalist or populist themes. — Wikipedia
Terrorist states are seeking nuclear weapons without delay … he (Barack Obama) wants to meet them without preconditions.
We are so proud of the many Alaskans who are serving in the military to keep us safe and our country free their service has been an incredible personal sacrifice. Our National Guard men and women who return to rural Alaska are seen as role models for our youth.
— Sarah Palin
TOMORROW: Kent Street Festival
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I am certain most of you, my fellow Greenpointers, are well aware of this event. Rather I’d like to make you aware of a particular vendor. Ann Kansfield writes:
Greenpoint has come together to help feed hungry folks on Wednesday nights. Currently, we serve yummy hot meals to upwards of 80 people. As the weather gets colder, we’re anticipating this number might increase.
To help raise funds for the soup kitchen, there’s going to be a fabulous bake sale at this Saturday’s Kent Street Festival (Sept. 27). But we need your help. It would look really ridiculous to have a bake sale with nothing to sell. Please! All you bakers out there – if you could make some items for the sale, it would be tremendously helpful. You can drop them off at the church (136 Milton St) Friday night from 6-9pm or at the bake sale table on Kent Street on Saturday, September 27th from 9am to 12pm.
For those of you who want to buy some of these yummy treats, please visit our table at the Kent St. Festival – it’s happening on Kent St. between Manhattan and Franklin. And if you’re reading this and could help us by passing this message on to your friends and neighbors, we would really appreciate it. We need all the help we can get – both at the bake sale and going forward this winter. The more people who are aware of the soup kitchen the better.
I agree. The economy isn’t getting any better, folks. Until our government decides to succor the truly needy instead of multimillion dollar corporations, let us buy cake!
And pies.
And cupcakes.
Kent Street Festival
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Kent Street (Between Manhattan Avenue & Franklin Street)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Give The Finger To Finger Buildings, Greenpointers!
See the above map? Do you live in the demarcated area? Do you despise the crass over-development of your neighborhood at the expense of its charm (and yes, this includes vinyl siding)? If so mark your calendars comrades! Community Board One is holding two “informational sessions” about contextual rezoning next month: October 28 & 29 respectively.
Be there and have your say…
or prepare for yet more “fingers”.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Note that Karl Fischer’s Frankenfinger* (whose workers spritzed me with cement earlier this week while working ILLEGALLY) falls within the rezone area.
Do you want this thing (and its 17 “high end residential units”**) to blight our neighborhood? I am certain it will look perfectly “in context” with its neighbor: The Astral Apartments. Because we all know Karl cares a lot about context.
*A bigass hideous building given the green-light by the auspices of a modification permit, thus violating the spirit but not the letter of the law. Not much of the original structure is still extant, by the way. I imagine Karl will leave a brick or two for old times sake!
**Looks like more than 17 units to me but what do I know?
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Progress
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
McCarren Park Pool, September 22, 2008.
Miss Heather
Enough With The Anal Glands Already!
I have been rather grumpy of late. This is due in large part to a seemingly never-ending series of pet-related maladies. First it was an abscessed anal gland. In treating that the veterinarian noticed the front of our cat wasn’t looking so good: this entailed having three teeth pulled. An appointment was made. Next it was two (other) cats getting ringworm. We are treating this with some level of success on our own.
After getting a deep cleaning of my own teeth (which entailed being given Novocaine) I hurried home (and in so doing got spritzed with cement) took a bath and ventured back out to retrieve our cat Artemis from having his teeth extracted. I was not in a good mood. So I arrive at the vet. As is usually the case I had to wait a good 20 minutes.
Then it was my turn. I am told the surgery went well and then the vet said:
That anal gland is healing nicely. Have you looked at it?
I took a deep breath and replied:
You are the second such person to ask me this question this week. The fact of the matter is I have looked at that cat’s asshole more in the last two weeks than I ever cared to. For a lifetime. If you and my husband say it is healing well I’ll take your word for it.
Believe it or not I think the vet understood. He thought it was funny in any case. He’s paid (handsomely, I will add) to look at this shit anyway. I am not. I seemingly cannot avoid this subject matter. It is follows me where ever I go. Those of you who are old enough might remember the old Tootsie Roll commercial: their cheerful protagonist saw Tootsie Rolls everywhere he (or she— cannot remember which) went. I see anal glands where ever I go— or are forced to talk about them. This is no way to go through life.
CASES IN POINT:
I have been wanting to get back to doing collages. I am not only good at creating them and I also enjoy the process. It relaxes me. To this end I needed material so I picked up this book at the junk shop. I get home and crack it open. Here is what I saw.
A few days later I went to dinner with a friend. She asked me how Artie’s anal glands were doing. I said “just fine”. Then she regaled with a tale about the time her old dog’s anal gland got backed up and the vet had to “drain it”. It seems like everyone has their own anal gland story and now I have mine. Lucky me.
This week I went out with a friend for a walk. As we were walking down North 12th Street I spied this.
Me: Hey look, another tree twat.
Friend: Tree twat?
Me: Someone has been going around Greenpoint and Williamsburg painting knot-holes pink, which lends them a certain “sexual” feel. I call them tree twats, although this one looks more like an anal gland.
Friend: It does?
Me: Yup, only less disgusting.
It was at this point I realized I had a problem. I needed to quit anal glands and move on. I needed closure (in more ways than one). So I decided to try a little art therapy on India Street.
Every dog has a pair of anal glands located on the sides of and just below the opening of the anus. These small glands secrete a lubricant which helps the dog move his bowels easily. Sometimes these anal glands become clogged and accumulate a putrid mass in side. When this happens, the dog becomes listless, his eyes appear dull, and he often tries to lick the anus or pull himself across the floor on his haunches for relief.
The Complete Poodle Clipping & Grooming Book by Shirlee Kalstone.
If you’re wondering if rabbits have anal glands: they do. Someone has even written a dissertation about them.
Miss Heather
STOOP SALE ALERT
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
thesweetchuck writes:
I know sometimes you post about stoop sales and the like, and so I thought I’d pass this onto you. Myself and 2 roomates are leaving our Greenpoint home and have a number of things to get rid of. Post it on the blog if you like, but I thought you may be interested in any case.
Here’s a sneak peek of some of the items they will have for sale!
Stoop Sale
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Noon – 4:00 p.m.
111 Huron Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
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