Greenpoint
Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
Where In North Brooklyn…
can you find this and the following?
In a very strange and wonderful place indeed! For the reveal click here, here and especially here!
Miss Heather
Found On Bayard Street: DADIDADIDADIDIDIDIDIDA
Last month I heard rumblings about how the green market at McCarren Park was facing relocation because the condominium association(s) around McCarren Park claimed it ruined their view.*
Not content with harassing independent farmers it would appear our well-heeled neighbors have set their sights on a new impediment to their quality of life:
Ice cream trucks. Mister Softee himself.
The following flier exclaims:
STOP DADIDADIDADIDIDIDIDIDA…
Let’s taking back McCarren Park from the Ice Cream Vendors!
I have heard Mister Softee’s chimes frequently over the last nine years. Much later than 10:00 p.m. on occasion. I don’t think they were simply shilling ice cream either. But I digress.
You bought a condo overlooking McCarren Park. A park located in north Brooklyn— an area which is sorely under-served in terms of public space. It is spring. Soon it will be summer. There will be ice cream trucks.
What’s more, the 94th Precinct (understaffed as it is) has better things to do than chase ice cream trucks. Get over it.
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dreams screencap comes courtesy of flippbonq
*This is disputed look at the comments.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Heart
Filed under: Williamsburg
Frost Street
Wythe Avenue
Kent Avenue
Miss Heather
New & Noteworthy: A New Blog In Coney
Robert Guskind’s death left a big hole in both our hearts and Brooklyn journalism. Bob told me how he got started: by taking pictures of north Brooklyn’s waterfront. That’s how I got started. And as a close friend of Bob’s I know his heart would be filled with joy to know that someone has “stepped up to the plate” to advocate one of his favorite places: Coney Island. The blog in question is called Amusing The Zillion and although only four posts strong…
when I find the above image accompanied with the following commentary:
Tourists stand in sunshine and snap photos of Thor’s Festival by the Sea “Closed Due to Threat of Bad Weather” Sign
I cannot help but chuckle. Good luck, my former carny comrade— may your blog live long and prosper!
Miss “Carny At Heart” Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Richardson Street
Only the creator of this work of art knows for certain if the man in a high state of agitation/gastronomic distress atop this toilet bowl is supposed to be Richard Simmons. He probably isn’t— but that’s what I want to believe so I am not going to make a big stink of it.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Video Du Jour: 875 Manhattan Avenue In 17 Seconds
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I love this guy.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: On The Fence
Last week I was interviewed by a reporter. One of the topics we discussed was this web site, why I started it, why I keep doing it and so forth. Something I mentioned during the course of our conversation was how my readership had an uncanny way of perking me up when I am feeling blue. Rarely has a truly shitty day gone by that I haven’t find some choice item in my inbox awaiting my delectation. Yesterday was no exception.
Saturday, May 16, 2009 was a very lively day at Chez Shitty. The day’s events included:
A. Our oldest cat pissing on my leg. In bed. Thus saturating our bedding with pee.
B. Bearing witness to one of the most racist and foul-mouthed old Polish ladies to ever darken the doorstep of the junk shop. If this shrew is reading this (e.g.; taking a break from sucking the breath out of babies) calling the President of our Country the N word is frowned upon in some social circles. Even if and/or especially when it comes from some daft old bat who looks like a cross between Bette Davis in Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? and Don King.
C. Coming home from work to find our bathroom ceiling ripped open again and to learn:
- We have no water whatsoever— zero—zippo—none.
- We have living rats in our bathroom ceiling. And per the plumber one of them is a nasty bugger. He said and I quote:
If that rat bites me and I’m gonna him back.
They grow ’em tough in the Bronx. But I digress.
Somewhere between saying “hi” to my rodent roommates (and then commencing to demand rent from them— LOUDLY— much to the plumber’s amusement) and being urinated upon I checked my email. One was from my good friend Crappy in Queens. The message was entitled “On The Fence” and it read as follows:
This was taken outside Grover Cleveland High School.
Attached were two jpgs. Here they are.
Sure, this feminine hygiene product isn’t used. But remember what your mom always told you when you got some crappy ass present like socks or footie pajamas*:
It’s the thought that counts.
Miss Heather
*Which I once received from my grandmother for Christmas. They had Strawberry Shortcake on them. I was 18 years old.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: 146 Meserole Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This image of one of Greenpoint’s more colorful domiciles (which comes courtesy of Aongais MacInnes) tickled my fancy so much I couldn’t resist posting it here on New York Shitty. Great shot!
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Critters
From Greenpoint Avenue, Ainslie Street, Kent Avenue & Wythe Avenue.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Windows
Rodney Street
Kent Avenue
Ainslie Street
Scholes Street
Waterbury Street
Miss Heather
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