Williamsburg Street Art du Jour: SKULLS!
These not-so gruesome pre-Halloween twosome hails from North 4th and Berry Street. Go to Berry Street and take a peek behind the dumpster yourself— I dare you!
Miss Heather
GREAT MOMENTS IN MUNICIPAL IDIOCY: Southside Style
Filed under: 11211, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Yesterday morning I was alerted by a neighbor of mine that, in their infinite wisdom, the Department of Transportation has removed the “dismount” signs from the Pulaski Bridge. I have yet to verify this in person (I will) but this struck me as being yet another indicator of our fair city’s cow-towing to a bicyclist agenda at the expense of pedestrians. What’s more, it is just plain stupid to have bicyclists (who are apparently now legally sanctioned to go full speed ahead) and people on foot sharing a “pathway” which is eight to (at best) ten feet in width. This is a nasty accident waiting to happen— white lines or not.
I spent a fair amount of my morning fuming over this. In fact, I racked my brain to think of anything our city has perpetrated/inflicted on its citizens (traffic-wise) that could begin to compare to what they have done to the Pulaski Bridge. I came up empty.
Then I took a walk on the Southside. Methinks I may very well have found something worse.
Many of you, dear readers, are aware that I spend a significant amount of time looking down. This may seem to some to be an odd practice but I assure you it has a purpose: to avoid stepping in dog shit. As time has gone on I have found a number of other interesting things on our city’s sidewalks. I have documented them on this web site often.
In the case of Marcy Avenue I present to you this.
These.
And these.
Why does this irritate me so, you ask? Well, for starters:
- This “bicycle lane” is on a public sidewalk. Bikes do not belong on sidewalks, people do.
- If my memory serves me correctly one can get ticketed for riding a bicycle on a sidewalk.
- As you can see above the city has sanctioned the use of a public sidewalk for use by bicyclists. Somewhere I hear Franz Kafka and George Orwell cackling their respective asses off.
Follows is a map of the intersection in question to further elucidate my point.
I have highlighted the bike lane in question (which is located on South 3rd Street) in yellow. The sidewalk cum bike lane (on Marcy Avenue) is highlighted in green. The more eagle-eyed among you might have noticed that someone walking towards South 3rd Street on Marcy Avenue would have a limited/obstructed view of oncoming traffic (be it petroleum-fueled or man-powered) from South 3rd Street. Here’s a street level view to drive the point home.
I am not a Southside resident, but I do walk around there pretty frequently. Who do I see walking along this stretch of Marcy Avenue most frequently, you ask? I’ll tell you:
- A large number of elderly people. Many of whom are pushing carts laden groceries, some of whom have limited mobility.
- Young women pushing strollers or accompanying small children.
- Hipsters who have turned on and tuned into their i-Pods.
In a nutshell, people whose ability to dodge an oncoming bicycle— for reasons of their own choosing or otherwise— is compromised. I do not know who thought up this “solution” to the bicycling problem but it is one of the WORST examples of municipal “planning” I have ever seen.
In fact, if this didn’t pose a serious public safety issue I’d find the above image downright hilarious. But it is a safety issue. And it is no laughing matter.
I have often been accused of being “anti-bicycle”. I am not. What I am becoming increasingly fed up with is this “have your cake and eat it too” mode of operation our city is espousing. Bikes neither belong on sidewalks nor any other pedestrian walkway. They belong on the streets. Safely. To make this happen entails making tough choices. Choices clearly the leaders of this city are unwilling to make (presumably because they will piss off motorists).
This is a farce.
Miss Heather
UPDATE, 10/30/09 2:00 p.m.: Sure enough, the dismount signs have been removed from the Pulaski Bridge.
Wiiliamsburg Election Watch: No Confidence
I suspect I speak for many when I say I harbor no, zero, ZILCH enthusiasm regarding the upcoming election. Even though we, the voters, ostensibly have a “choice” the selection of candidates for the 2009 Mayoral Race strikes me as being tantamount to selecting between syphilis and gonorrhea. Either way you’re still sick.
Which brings me to a “write-in” candidate I discovered at the Lorimer Street entrance of the L train earlier today:
NOBODY.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos du Jour: Thank You For Not Smoking
It would appear that someone on Manhattan Avenue has fallen off the wagon— or even our parking meters are in need a nic fix.
Ah, Greenpoint…
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Videos du Jour: Squid on a Stick
A great many interesting items surface at the junk shop. I suppose this is to be expected given the merchandise comes from estate sales, apartment clean-outs and storage facility auctions. In my experience the weirdest (and creepiest) items we have opened a box to encounter are as follows:
- Bottles of holy water with skin shavings in them.
- A funerary urn— occupied by someone who has departed this mortal coil.
- An incinerated woman’s nightgown with a sandwich encased in it. By Larry’s guesstimation these were about ten years old.
But the previous macabre examples are the exception— not the rule. Nonetheless culinary items do on occasion darken our doorstop. Today it was a box of Chinese herbs and what can best be described as a “squid on a stick”. Now toss in that Larry da Junkman has started a diet and therefore is a little daft for lack of caffeine and carbohydrates. Hilarity ensued.
Now jump forward to ten minutes later. Despite employing Febreeze AND aerosol air freshener the store was beginning to smell like beef jerky that had been marinated in someone’s ass. Something had to be done. And Larry got a very evil notion.
This post goes out to Catherine at Papasito’s for being a good sport!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Hey Ladies!
Christina writes (in an email entitled “An Offer You Cannot Refuse”):
Go ahead, admit it…you know you want him!
You know, I have procrastinated coloring my hair because I simply cannot make up my mind. This may very well be the deal maker: clearly blondes do have more fun!* In Harlem, anyway.
Miss Heather
*Or not. It has been brought to my attention that this solicitation has since been annotated.
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