From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Mugging On Banker Street?

This item comes via a woman named Camille. She writes:

Hey Heather, just wanted to let you know about a mugging last week.

I don’t know if you post this kind of thing, but I wondered if it might help any readers avoid a similar situation. My boyfriend was mugged last Thursday night at 9 pm on Banker between Meserole and Calyer. Two late teens/early twenties guys approached him for directions, then grabbed him and threatened him with a box cutter. They had a little scuffle and pushed him down to the ground, where he hit his head. They took his wallet and phone. Tall good looking guy in baseball cap (turned backwards) and one short guy with chin-length hair wearing a white doo-rag.

I suppose if anyone saw/heard/knows anything, or found a brown leather wallet (kind of western looking old souvenir with a deer on it), it’d be great to know. The wallet may have been ditched near mccarren park.

Looks like it could be some repeat offenders, from this post on the Brooklyn Paper.

If you find this wallet please contact Camille via email at: camillemcmorrow (at) gmail (dot) com. And oh yeah— be careful out there!

Miss Heather

Spotted Under The Pulaski Bridge: Seven Cents

July 3, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 

When I saw this (which hails from Clay Street) from a distance I thought to myself:

Gee, someone has made a piece of art with resin and affixed it to this sign post. Neat!

Then I figured out what it was: a remnant of a Lucite be-glittered toilet seat. Not that this diminishes this find in any way, mind you: I found its placement rather appropriate. It does, however, beg the question as to where the rest of it went. If I had to hazard a guess I’d say it was smashed off in the hopes of recovering said pennies. God only knows stranger things have happened here.

Miss Heather

Quicklink: Waste “Management”

Queens Crap recently received a real gem in his “crap box”: a Department of Sanitation memo outlining how waste is to be transported hereabouts. If you have ever wondered about this kind of thing (and I know you’re out there) here is the answer in a nutshell: it entails shuttling material from Long Island City through Greenpoint to Blissville.

Don’t take my word for it: point and click your way over to Queens Crap and see it for yourself! Reading is believing.

Miss Heather

Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Pause

All was not well with the Pulaski Bridge today.

Miss Heather

The Pulaski Bridge: Like No Other Place In The World

Today I learned via liQcity that Long Distance Voyager, a runner who operates a blog stationed in our fair city, has named the Pulaski Bridge as his “Bridge of the week”. Phil McCartney, this blog’s author, writes:

…Besides the Newtown Creek, the bridge also crosses over the entrance to the Queens-Midtown Tunnel. It provides a nice view of the Manhattan skyline as well

It is rather breathtaking, isn’t? I found it hardly surprising that I was not the only person who saw fit to take a moment to savor this lovely sunset: a group of youths were busy taking photos on their i-Phones and a family of five paused to take notice as well. While largely unsung, the Pulaski (and the scenic vistas sports) inspires a great many people in a manifold number of ways. This I learned both firsthand and via a very nice lady named Christina. She had a most interesting tale to tell. It went more or less as follows.

She was walking across the bridge one evening when she spied a shirtless man staring intently at the Manhattan skyline. His expression was one of bliss. As she got closer the reason for this gent’s beatific state became manifest: he was masturbating. I will readily admit I have seen of a lot of unusual stuff in my life and have read flowery rhetoric extolling the man-made work of art that is New York City’s skyline. But this is arguably the first time I have ever heard about the likes of the Empire State Building, Chrysler Building, et. al., being fodder for sexual gratification. I guess there is something to the adage:

They say there are different strokes for different folks.

In any case, shortly after Catherine and I parted company I had my very own special Pulaski Bridge experience.

What is important in the above photograph is what you are not seeing: this woman’s (as indicated by the red arrow) breasts which I can personally attest were a few seconds previously frolicking in the sunshine. Why she suddenly became modest at the prospect of a handful of pedestrians (as opposed to the borough of Manhattan: population ~2,000,000) getting a glimpse of her mams confuses me even two days later. Then again I have also never been greeted by someone with a belch. Which is what this woman did while reaching for her pack of smokes.

Congratulations, Pulaski. You’re one in a million!

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: Refang Pulaski!

Taken May 30, 2010.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Pulaski By Night

By ravikjolly.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Starter: XABU

May 4, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art 

Taken May 2, 2010.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Starter: The Ties That Bind

As Brooklyn becomes Queens and Queens becomes Brooklyn we meet along the way.

This is ours to share!


Miss Heather

P.S.: This post is dedicated to the bicyclist who grazed/hit Mister Heather yesterday on the Pulaski Bridge. I want to apologize personally for my husband’s intransigence and inability to comprehend that wherever you had to go was more important than yielding to a pedestrian who didn’t have the hindsight— literally— to see you. Rules apply to some people more than others. Clearly you are exempt. Jerk.

Citypoint Photos Du Jour: Pulaski Bridge

Taken April 4, 2010.

Miss Heather

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