New York Shitty Feral Mattress Watch: Peretz Square

Peretz Square nys

Taken August 3, 2015.

New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: First Avenue

February 4, 2015 ·
Filed under: 10003, 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, The Word On The Street 

1st Avenue

Taken February 4, 2015.

Urban Fur: Special East Village Edition

October 25, 2014 ·
Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, New York City, Urban Fur 

Dogodile nys

Today yours truly saw a great many festively fettled furkids in the East Village. The above fellow garnered a great deal of attention and commentary. This is of course because he is cute as hell.

I like cute. Cute is good. But I have a rather idiosyncratic sense of what constitutes awesome— and this is what I saw on Stuyvesant Place.

Xerses nys

Chillaxin nys

His name is Xerxes.

One Eye Open nys

I was a mite bit confused by the name: Xerxes. For those of you who are not in the know (and you can thank a very enthusiastic college professor for this), Xerxes was a ruler of Persia.

Persia is allotted its very own breed. They are called (imaginatively enough) Persians and are quite hairy. As you can see Xerxes is not so encumbered. Such are the occasional absurdities which remind me why I (still) live in this town. Not only is Xerxes a rescue cat, but per his person he loves to strut his stuff alongside dogs. And today he did just that at a local Halloween parade. Wait, that sounds familiar.

The New York Shitty Checklist to the Upcoming Ghostbusters Apocalypse:

  1. Human Sacrifice: Not yet— but I would not rule out these folks suggesting that homeless people be rendered re-purposed into dog food.
  2. Mass Hysteria (via the Internets): “Ebowla-gate”.* Check.
  3. Dogs and cats living together: Check. It is actually much worse. There was a hairless pussy in a bee suit marching alongside dogs. In a parade.

Where is Bill Murray when you need him?

*What seems to have been and is lost on a great many people here is Doctor Spencer actually bothered to go to Guinea and help Ebola patients. Before we tender judgement (about how/where Mr. Spencer went) maybe we should ask ourselves the following question:

Would I have done this?

I am guessing the answer is “No”.

New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: Phone Home

From First Avenue.

The Word On The Street: Thank You

September 28, 2013 ·
Filed under: 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Subway, The Word On The Street 

thankyou

From L train train at First Avenue.

East Village Photo Du Jour: First Avenue

December 4, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Street Art 

Taken December 4, 2012.

New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: Monologue Machine

September 16, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Urban Artifact 

From the First Avenue stop of the L train.

New York Shitty Day Ender: Mitt

Alas, by the time I got around to documenting this most entertaining missive it had greatly deteriorated. However, some of the added commentary makes up for this in some part. Yours truly is rather fond of the following (which was added to the rear window):

I hate wimins.

Nice.

East Village Pay Phone Watch: Imitation of Mortality

I have had public pay phones on my mind a great lately.

This is undoubtedly due to the fact that after experiencing a drought of phones of note I have encountered a fair number of them recently. But I will go into more detail about this momentarily.

Still I have been wondering  to myself:

Why the fascination?

Well, for starters it has been my observation that these public facilities are often facilitators for what most would consider private activities. I have seen men masturbate in these on occasion and, as the item at right (which hails from Queensboro Plaza) attests, they can be and are pressed into service as lavatories. Mind you, I do not pass judgement on this variety of re-purposing. Being a disciple of depravity to do so strikes me as being hypocritical.

The previous having been established, if I had to cite one such phone as being the inspiration for my fixation it is the one at left: the Norman Avenue Monologue Machine. Sadly, it is no longer with us. (However I am pleased to note that the owners of the bodega it once graced noted a great many people came to pay it homage.). Nonetheless, Monologue Machines are endemic in our city. I have spotted (and documented them) in a number of places (which can be seen here). What fascinates me about them? Very simple: the anger which has been directed at them. Anger undoubtedly fomented by the person on the other end.

In this respect I found the East Village Pay Phone of Death an interesting (and gruesome) change of pace. So much so I felt compelled to revisit it. This week I did.

As you can see this communication device has not only gotten a thorough cleaning, but is in working order. Whether or not the person whose blood graced it in the first place is in a similar such state is anyone’s guess.

On that note, I encountered a pay phone on First Avenue whose resemblance to this dubious item is rather stunning. At least enough so to merit a mention on this site.

The similarities are rather striking (pun completely intended).

Here’s a side-by-side comparison from the top.

Spatter to the right was also noted.

Upon closer examination I ascertained the red matter gracing the First Avenue phone is paint, not blood. This begs a number of questions. I’ll keep it to two:

  1. What exactly happened here?
  2. If this an attempt to impart old-school, gritty flavor to a public phone in an increasingly affluent neighborhood without the usual inconveniences (READ: violence)?

I’ll leave it to you, gentle readers, to make the call.

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Hollywood <3's Recycling

February 22, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Street Art 

Tongue-In-Cheek Commentary: Hollywood <3 Recycling

Taken by Jilly Ballistic.

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