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New York Shitty Day Ender: A Very Greenpoint Father’s Day
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I will end today’s offerings with the above photograph of a father, his daughter and niece enjoying the view of Manhattan from the end of Java Street. As with most things in life, it was not so much the destination as the manner in which they got there that was interesting. You see, today this proud father taught his daughter (who can be seen at left) how to ride a bike. On West Street.
Wearing a “My Dad Rocks” t-shirt, a grimace fueled by determination and training wheels she gradually got the hang of it. Albeit in fits and starts. That’s when dad decided to up the ante; he took her to Java Street.
Many of you might or might not recall that the western end of Java Street is paved with cobble stones. This can be very challenging terrain to tread upon, much less operate a bicycle on. Especially for a novice. But they raise them tough in Greenpoint. And so with a shout of encouragement from dear old dad:
If you can ride across this you can ride across anything!
and one minor “spill” notwithstanding— she did!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Shots From The Mermaid Parade
Filed under: Brooklyn
Sadly I opted out of going to this year’s Mermaid Parade. Then again, after staying up until 6:30 in the morning making a costume for one of the participants can you honestly blame me? Anyhoo, Victoria Belanger did go and hit my photo pool with some wonderful photographs of this year’s festivities. Enjoy!
Great shot of Harvey Keitel (AKA: King Neptune), Victoria!
Miss Heather
P.S.: What I want to know is when will I be asked to be Queen Mermaid? Methinks the boardwalk could use a little Newtown Creek love. My shit tits get perky at the mere thought!
News From The Greenpoint Grapevine
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Some of you might have noticed that the lot at the western terminus of Greenpoint Avenue (the designated site of WNYC Transmitter Park) has received a heaping helping of mulch. I was initially mystified but have since heard some neighborhood buzz that might shed some light on this recent turn of events: this space will be temporarily opened as a dog run.
Although I am pleased at the prospect that north Greenpoint’s mutts might finally— albeit temporarily— have a place to stretch their legs (and sniff each other’s butts) and I might have the opportunity to see the WNYC Transmitter building up close and personal (it’s a lovely Art Deco building) I must confess that I cannot stop asking myself:
Where’s my park?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Seating Du Jour: Rode Hard & Put Away Wet
This chaise lounge (which is located on Green Street) has obviously seen better days— but if it could talk I bet it would have many an interesting tale to tell!
Miss Heather
More Thoughts Of The Day: Garden Spot Style!
Green Street
Don’t let anyone put you down without your consent. — Eleanor Roosevelt
West Street
Java Street
Miss Heather
Thought Of The Day: Meadow Street
lost yourself into a workland of well kafted crafted metal metals,, may your heart find gold,, young son
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: South 2nd Street
This one goes out to all you fathers out there. Today is your special day!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Saints & Siding
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Olive Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Video Du Jour: Howl
There are many times I have considered erecting web cam so as to document the occasionally disturbing and often entertaining and ever-evolving “street theater” that takes place on Manhattan Avenue in the wee hours of the morning. I mention this because last night I pulled an “all nighter” preparing a friend’s costume for the Mermaid Parade. At times it got pretty tedious, if not a downright boring. Fortunately at around 3:30 a.m. (when I was growing very weary) I received a little unexpected and much appreciated pick-me-up in the way of a late night soliloquy.
Which brings me to the following video; I am not too sure what the fly in this man’s proverbial ointment was and truth be told I do not think he knew either. But I have to concede that he has quite an economy with words. Especially a certain four letter one which happens to start with “F”— in all its manifold incarnations, usages, and conjugations.
He marched up and Manhattan Avenue shouting his screed for some time. No one seemed to take notice, much less care. That is until the very end of our feature when a woman rather vocally objects to his “language”— while using a little of her own!
Their exchange had a Johnny and June Carter Cash meets north Brooklyn quality I found quite compelling, so be sure to listen for it at the end. Enjoy!
Anyone out there know how I can take the audio when this man screams “Fuck that shit!” and make it the ring tone for my cell? I ask because the more I think about it, the more I really want to make this happen.
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Industriana
Cherry Street
Porter Avenue
Meadow Street
Bogart Street
Morgan Avenue
Miss Heather
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