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Happy St. Paddy’s Day From New York Shitty!
Eat, drink and be merry fellow Greenpointers! Everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Pre-Saint Paddy’s Day Special
Taken from the B62 bus on Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: Represent!
Brooklyn (yes, this is this lovely gal’s name) showed some good ol’ Greenpoint attitude this evening on West Street albeit, much to her person’s chagrin. This winsome bundle of dynamite in a wee package wasn’t aggressive (though she certainly made her presence known to a passing Weimaraner— and he was deferential). Rather, she was simply excited to be out and about on such a beautiful day. Can you blame her?
Miss Heather
Daily Bloomblight: Falling Down
Today’s selection hails from 32 India Street in the Garden Spot of the Universe.
Anyone familiar with this site can and will attest it has been problematic for some time. Not only has it become a magnet for garbage, vandalism and dog shit, but it also has the dubious distinction of being the location of the most truly remarkable carbecques yours truly has ever laid one eyes upon.
Earlier today this panel (replete with rusty nails sticking out at precarious and tetanus-inducing angles) was laying on the sidewalk. A good Samaritan has seen fit place it against the fence. Maybe it will help support its sagging brethren? I doubt it. In any case, I spied no less than two hearing notices tucked under the manifold number of expired permits gracing this eyesore.
Here’s one.
Here’s the other. There may have been more but they have since decayed beyond recognition.
This is your city government at work, folks!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Fun With Bloomblight
C writes:
I didn’t have my camera with me when I was out today, but I thought I’d give you a heads-up on something rather amusing. If you take a stroll over to Eckford Street and Greenpoint Avenue, you’ll notice that the construction fence around the vacant lot on the southwest corner has been replaced by a nice chain link number. You’ll also notice that this new fencing affords a superb view of two tall, yellow, black-tongued denizens of our fair neighborhood.
I nailed them to the inside of the construction fence about a year and a half ago, but moved out of the adjacent property shortly thereafter and figured that the next tenant had removed them. Now that the fence is gone, I can see that my replacements were lazy, not all that handy, or blessed with a decent sense of humor. In any event, I’m glad to see my pets looking healthy.
Naturally I headed down the aforementioned intersection without delay.
The creatures of which C wrote were not at all difficult to locate.
Genuine Greenpoint giraffes!
A big New York Shitty shout-out of gratitude goes out to C for tipping me off to this. It made my day! Well, after the Bushwick bunnies.
Miss Heather
Furban Jungle: Spring Is In The Air!
Filed under: 11221, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Urban Fur
This day has been one of ups and downs for yours truly. After getting home after a thoroughly enjoyable and invigorating walk I came to the unpleasant realization that I had somewhere, somehow managed to blow away over half of the photographs I had taken this lovely afternoon. I am none too happy about this. As a matter of fact I am heartbroken. But so it goes.
Luckily my incompetence (or mere bad luck) did not eliminate the preeminent highlight of my sojourn. A scene of such mindfucking cuteness I stood there muttering in slack-jawed amazement— along with a significant number of other people. Children and adults alike.
Yes folks, today I beheld bunnies.
These are not just any floppy eared furkids either: these be Broadway bunnies. They call a neighborhood garden on the dividing thoroughfare between Bushwick and Bedford Stuyvesant their home. As it would happen a woman from Bushwick City Farm (which is located across the street) noticed my rapt interest and gave me the low down. Simply put, her organization is responsible for these little fellas. She also mentioned that the person who donated this space was concerned that these little ones might be experiencing emotional distress. I for one did not and do not believe this to be the case. They seemed to be having a grand time.
Snackin’
Chillin’
Frolickin’
As a matter of fact, not even the J/Z train roaring overhead distracted one of them from trying to, uh, do what rabbits do best.
It IS beginning to feel a lot like spring, after all!
Miss Heather
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