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Crosstown Local Photo du Jour: Mixed Signals
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
From the Church Avenue bound platform at Church Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Street Art du Jour: Elle
Filed under: 11211, 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
From Graham Avenue.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: 155 Freeman Street
Some time ago I had reported that an artist’s space was slated to grace the above building. Well, if what I received in my inbox bright and early this morning is any indication, this is at long last going to happen! A chap named Peter Russo writes:
I’m writing to let you know about 155 Freeman, a newly renovated carriage house in Greenpoint. It was announced this past week that the building will house an arts-and-culture venue, opening doors later this summer.
The 2,000 sq. ft. storefront will become the home of Triple Canopy, Light Industry, and The Public School—three arts organizations which collectively present film screenings, musical performances, artist lectures, hands-on workshops, and more. All three groups previously shared a space on Livingston Street in downtown Brooklyn, which was featured in Paper Magazine…
Photos and a walk-through of the space are available upon request.
Feel free to write or call for further information.
Needless to say I was ALL OVER M. Russo’s offer and will be taking a walk-through of this space early next week! In the meantime here is a video from this organization’s Kickstarter page. Enjoy!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Art du Jour: Party Time!
This item (which I presume was the handiwork of a Mets fan) can be found outside of Tommy’s Tavern.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox, Part II: Live From McCarren Park
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This hilarious item was brought to my attention by my buddy, Aaron Short. He writes:
Friend of yours?
Yours truly has a lot of friends. This pair do not number of among them. (Yet, anyway.) However, I am friends with someone who knows the folks in this video (including the dominatrix). I have asked her to give me the 411 on what is going in here (e.g.; is this street theater or for reals).
To be continued…?
Update, June 9, 2011: This day has been one cruel defeat after another. First it was my web site crashing— repeatedly— and now this per my tipster:
the dom is not who i thought she was, but i prob have met her. and my guess is that it is for real.
If anyone knows who the woman and her “pet”in this video please have them contact me at missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. Among other things, I have brought this video to the attention of the head mistress of the McCarren Park Dog run. We want to assure this lass that her companion is more than welcome to go off-leash there anytime!
Miss Heather
From The Brooklyn Daily Eagle Archives: I Just Want My Pants Back
Of all the curiosities to be found in the Garden Spot this item, which hails from 106 Clay Street, is by far yours truly favorite. It is not only an absolutely stunning hand-painted sign but it is also a reminder of the people who were here before us. A number of you, dear readers, may not be aware of this but at one time Greenpoint had a rather significant Jewish population. These individuals largely immigrated from Germany, Poland and as the above sign indicates: Russia. Regrettably, 106 Clay Street is probably the only vestige left of these peoples’ existence; when they moved on, they took their culture with them. To cite an example, where the C-Town now stands was once the site of a synagogue. There are others.
In the case of 106 Clay Street I have done research and have for the most part come up empty. The only information I could find was via the Department of Buildings: the first floor once housed a social club (which I think it is safe to presume was the Russian People’s Home of Greenpoint). On a lark I decided to run a search this afternoon (Hey, I’m not walking around in this weather!) for “Russian” and “Greenpoint”. Among the items I found was the tale of twelve Russian immigrants with a problem anyone in 21st century north Brooklyn can understand: bedbugs and purloined apparel. Without further ado here is “Dynamite” from the December 11, 1882 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
I love a happy ending!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Catch Of The Day
A chap named Erik writes:
Hi Miss Heather!
I’m Erik, a Huron Streeter and avid fan of NYS.
First things first, thanks for posting on the Green Sweep from this past weekend. My wife and I were captains on the cleanup, and I originally found out about it from the blog.
So thank you for publicizing that. Felt good to participate, even though we wound up being just sort of co-captains of each another on the clean-up. We hauled off many shits! I felt I should have said ‘hello’ at Red Star Sunday morning, but I guess I was a little under-caffeinated.
…Attached is a quick follow-up on your 6/5 post New York Shitty Photo du Jour: Gone Fishing
As I approached the site of the photo in your post, these Polish gentlemen were wrestling the line – they had a nibble! It was actually pretty vigorous. Eventually, after climbing all around the smashed concrete blocks, the older man pulled in a large fish which he identified as striped bass. These fisherman are evidently regulars, and have marked out inch-long hashes in sharpie on the top of the bulkhead /barricade, and they measured the beast at 36 inches. They were clearly planning to eat this thing. I left before the fileting began.
In a shared a moment of revulsion and incredulity, an onlooker wondered about the pollution, if the fish was safe to eat. I later learned that the bass are migratory, and only come into these ‘fresh’ water estuaries to spawn. They spend a lot of the time out at sea. so you never know. For more info on this fish, check this out.
I too have seen this chap fishing on the waterfront.* In fact I have seen him use the housing for the feral cat colony on India Street as his butcher table. Although he struck me as being a rather nice chap I could not bring myself to question why he would eat something culled out of the East River. Then again, I doubt whatever “added-value” this bass sports can be as terrifying as the crabs I have caught men catching at the Newtown Creek Nature Walk and the Manhattan Avenue Kayak Launch. (Yes, I really have seen this.)
Thanks for passing along this bit of Greenpoint goodness, Erik— and helping to make our neighborhood a little bit cleaner!
Miss Heather
*Last weekend one off his companions fired up the stereo in his pick-up truck and cranked ‘Wham” for everyone’s enjoyment!
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Gooball Is Lost!
This item comes courtesy of my buddy Todd (and head of D.O.G.G.O. Ne.). If you have seen Gooball or know of his whereabouts please contact Heather (this is not me) at the above-listed telephone number. Thanks!
Miss Heather
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