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Culture on the Cheap
Urban Fur: Curb It
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Fur
From India Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: The DEP Nature Walk
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Newtown Creek
Yesterday yours truly had a rock star moment. Well, not exactly— the other party involved, a very polite French couple, did not know who they were talking to: none other than the cheerleader of/unofficial spokeswoman for our beloved Shit Tits! Our conversation kicked as follows:
Excuse me, do you live around here?
The woman asked.
I answered to the affirmative.
Do you know of a futuristic park around here?
She asked. I gave the matter some thought and asked:
In Greenpoint, yes?
She answered to the affirmative.
Oh, you mean the DEP Newtown Creek Nature Walk as seen in Time Out New York and lauded by the Village Voice!
I replied.
Oh yes, yes!
She replied. I then proceeded to enthusiastically give her and hers directions to this Greenpoint landmark. They didn’t seem to comprehend what I was telling them and headed in the opposite direction— but that’s not really the point here. Rather, I Greenpointer, relished the opportunity to be (once again) an ambassador for our locality’s best known, um, assets. More importantly it served as a reminder that I have not visited “the gals” in a while. This morning I did. Follows are a few highlights. Enjoy!
You know spring has arrived in the Garden Spot when the Coney Island whitefish have come to spawn! Ah, nature…
Miss Heather
P.S.: On a related note I received a wonderful missive this afternoon from a fellow Greenpoint, Jan, who happens to be vacationing in Hamburg, Germany. He was pleased to report he has spied some bona fide European Shit Tits!
The Word On The Street, Part II: From Nassau Avenue With Love
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
And so do I, DK!
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street: Rhyming Couplet
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Freeman Street.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Bring People
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Natives Are Getting Restless
From Oak Street.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Videos du Jour: Polemic
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Crazy People, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, That's Really Racist, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn, Wow
Last night yours truly and a pal attended a forum discussion hosted by the very talented Nathan Kensinger about street photography. Aside from the fact Union Docs was stifling, painfully hot it was an enjoyable evening. One which concluded on a provocative note via some “in flight” entertainment on the way home via the Crosstown Local courtesy of this guy.
As you will notice this chap has a pretty wide berth on the platform. This is because (and I suspect my fellow mass transit patrons will agree with me when I write this) he was— how should we say— a bit touched? His speech (inasmuch as I can ascertain) started with making light of Pearl Harbor:
five thousand miles away in 1941…
and eventually morphed into a random series of screeds about what is wrong with our country. Among other things. He continued his polemic on the train itself. Follows is one of the choicer excerpts for your Monday morning edification. Initially he directs his rancor to Hasidim but eventually (re)directs his attention back to the Japanese. Much to the discomfort of one subway-goer.
It should be noted that immediately prior to this screed our subterranean William F. Buckley spied yours truly filming him. To this he said:
Bitch, you’re taking pictures of a garbage can!
I was initially taken aback by this but quickly thought the better of it. Let’s employ a little logic here: which is worse being a bitch (a female dog) or a garbage can (a receptacle for waste products— and one in New York City at that)? This is a no brainer. In any case he resumed his soap boxing upon exiting the G train at India Street. “Polacks” and “Russkies” became his target as we headed north on Manhattan Avenue. That’s when it hit me: this gent and I are neighbors. I’m one lucky gal!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Slide Show du Jour: 57 Franklin Is Ready For Easter!
After essentially casing this property for two weeks I am very pleased to announce that the Easter eggstravaganza is in effect at 57 Franklin Street! Not wanting to delay the completion of one of yours truly’s favorite holiday displays in the Garden Spot, I kept my conversation with the woman responsible for this short and sweet. However, I did learn a couple of interesting facts which I would like to share:
- She considers doing this very therapeutic.
- She has amassed approximately 500 eggs for this display because “people tend to steal them”.
- She then conceded she couldn’t really blame these folks: if she was a passerby she’d be tempted to take them too!
Miss Heather
Spotted On Lorimer Street: Broken Banana
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact
Taken April 3, 2011.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Oh yeah, as of 4:45 this afternoon the “Fuck Me” chair is still on Banker Street— although it appears to have moved up the block a little.
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