New York Shitty Day Ender: Bedtime
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Fur
Can you find the cat in this picture (which hails from Manhattan Avenue)?
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Rode Hard & Put Away Wet
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact
Jason (who forwarded me the above find) writes:
Hi Heather,
First of all, I love your blog! I have been a proud resident of the Garden Spot for 15 years, and I have come to count on you for news on our illustrious nabe…especially restaurant news. Anyway, this little (creepy, but I think most dolls are creepy) beauty was on Norman Ave near McGuinness last Friday the 12th of March. Dunno if you want to post them but here you go.
Hope you’re well, and enjoying our incipient spring weather!
Thanks for the kind words, Jason! They are greatly appreciated as is your find. And on that note I am off to enjoy this lovely day (and perhaps grab an ice cream cone). More later.
Miss Heather
Great Moments In Abjectecture: Quincy Street
Filed under: 11216, Abjectecture, Articles of Fedderization, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn
Many of you have noticed I have been pounding the pavement in Bed Stuy a lot lately. There are a number of reasons for this. Among them:
- I am trying to assemble a nice selection of photographs for my upcoming show at Creek & Cave.
- I simply like Bed Stuy.
If these is one word I would use to describe the topography of the Stuy it would be this: heterogenous. Nowhere else (in north-ish Brooklyn, anyway) will you see a more diverse selection of architecture. On any given block one will find meticulously restored brownstones, derelict construction sites, foreclosed properties, slick new condos and, of course, Fedders Specials. Which brings me to Quincy Street— and the subject of this post.
To the right we have your standard run-of-the-mill three story rowhouse. These are a dime a dozen. On the left we have a Fedders Special. These too are a dime a dozen. But there is a something more going on here than the usual air conditioning boxes, disproportionate balconies, exposed electrical meters and copious use of cement.
Instead of being embedded in the building proper, the mailboxes have been affixed to the front door. This may seem trivial, but I want you to consider this: what is going to happen if you have someone checking his/her mail and another tenant wants to exit the building? Of course this is not only poor engineering, it is also quite ugly.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: The Other Bedford Avenue
Filed under: 11206, 11216, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Clinton Hill, Street Art
Taken March 17, 2010.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: Nassau Avenue
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Won’t help. You gonna die unhappy Face up.
OMG! This sounds interesting! How’d they know Greenpoint peeps would into (indecipherable) and pretentious theater?
Those of you who are wondering what the above item is referencing should click here.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Spring Has Sprung!
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Lindsy writes (on the evening of March 17, 2010):
I went to park at the end of Manhattan Avenue this evening while walking my dog. I didn’t have my camera and the one on my phone is a joke. There is a tree full of Peep chicks in a variety of color. They are stuck onto the branches and also surround the trunk. There also is some silly string around the base of the tree. It was a sweet surprise and a great contrast to the factory building and the liquid waste basket known as the Newtown Creek.
I suppose it should go without saying this morning I headed to the scene in great haste.
The Peeps have indeed come to roost!
Signs of mirth were present.
The silly string has since been relocated about twenty feet to the west. Why, I do not know. I have learned it is better not to dwell too deeply upon such things.
You can always leave it to Greenpoint to be on the vanguard of springtime merrymaking. While the hoi polloi were busy celebrating St. Patrick’s Day we have advanced to Easter. Screw what the calendar says; we’re not going to let a piece of paper get in the way of our good time! Perhaps somewhere in rodentia heaven Fatboy has seen fit to smile upon us?
Miss Heather
P.S.: Lindsy was not the only person to take notice of the Peep tree.
Todd waxes poetic:
Ahhhhh the miracle of life, the endless cycle of regeneration, the bright neon that signals the approach of the equinox!!





































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