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110 Green Street Speaks…
about Miss Heather’s intelligence (or lack thereof), her husband’s infidelities and much, much more!
I had honestly not planned on posting much today. After an eight hour long fiasco at La Guardia airport yesterday (which culminated in me coming back home and missing my sister in law’s wedding), I am exhausted. What’s more, I had no idea what to write about. Thankfully, someone who appears to work at 110 Green Street has provided me ample fodder.
Before I continue I want to say I really value the comments I get on New York Shitty. We may not all know each other (or agree), but it is nice to see Greenpointers exchanging ideas and neighborhood intelligence. It gives me some hope that the sense of community here might survive the many (and mostly BAD) changes this neighborhood is currently undergoing.
Conversely, I have no time whatsoever for abusive comments or the people who post them. The previous people should start their own blogs because their rubbish is not going to see the light of day on mine. Save the following nut job. Not only did he see fit to spend the wee hours of the morning hurtling semi-literate abuse my direction, but he also gave his employer (presumably 110 Green Street) more negative publicity than I could ever dream of dishing out!
Ready for some 110 Green Street nastiness? Strap on your safety helmets folks, it’s gonna be a rough ride!
#1. Regarding Seeing Double at 110 Green Street; posted at 2:27 a.m. PST
I fail to see what my having a job or not (I do, by the way) has to do with this company’s disregard for the safety and overall well-being of its neighbors.
#2 Regarding Greenpoint: The Napping Spot; posted at 2:41 a.m. PST
Not the last time I checked. But if I am can I get a job at 110 Green? Just curious.
#3 Regarding Seeing Double at 110 Green Street (again); posted at 2:50 a.m. PST
What’s with this man’s preoccupation with people having a “real JOB”? I guess anyone who isn’t hired to build cheaply made “luxury” condominiums (poke holes into adjacent buildings and pour cement only to jackhammer it back up a week or two later) does not have, in his unique little world view, a “real JOB.” Who knew? I didn’t. But how would I? It has already been established that I am mentally retarded. Perhaps that’s why I don’t have a “real JOB”?
#4 Regarding Hello Suckers; posted at 3:05 a.m. PST
You know, this chap might have a point. I probably was the biggest asshole in Greenpoint (which is one word, by the way). WAS. I have been deposed. I’ll give you, dear readers, three guesses by whom.
Thanks again for the writing material “Hammmer38”. If it wasn’t for you today’s offerings would have been kind of dull. I am certain your employer will also thank you for the articulate and professional face you have given his business. With employees like you, who needs enemies?
Miss Heather
P.S.: My husband may be a philanderer, but he is also a Senior Systems Administrator at an Ivy League University. I have charged him with tracing this chap’s IP address. I can hardly wait to learn who this guy is.
UPDATE, 9/25/07: As it would happen, I walked by 110 Green Street Monday, September 24th. The time was 7:25 p.m.
Business as usual. Wonder if they have a variance to work this late? Probably not. It’s not like they’ve let trivial matters like that bother them before.
Bogart Street Stinky Shit Sign
Last week I found the following little fella on Bogart just north of Moore Street.
I would have missed this splendid sign had I not been busy watching the sidewalk for dog bombs (and there were plenty, believe you me). The visual representation of the stench wafting up from the pile of poo is a nice touch. Then again, what else would we expect from the artists’ haven that is East Williamsburg, Bushwick, East Williamsburg— I give up: here?
Miss Heather
Manhattan Avenue Couch
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I spied the above sign on a couch gracing Manhattan Avenue yesterday afternoon. This wayward home furnishing was— of all places— conveniently located in front of the Mark Bar. Given my feelings about the previous establishment, I can only hope it was used as outdoor seating by the numerous patrons who see fit to congest the sidewalk with their cooler than thou selves.
Maybe it was simply waiting for the bus? Williamsburg residents, you are about to be visited by some very special Greenpointers. No need to thank us, we like to share.
Miss Heather
P.S.: When I walked by an hour later someone had torn the plastic off. Dumbass.
Stoop Sale Round-up
This week I noticed a number of flyers advertising stoop sales for this Saturday, September 22nd. Given the end of stoop sale weather will soon be upon us, I thought it would be nice to list them here for any interested bargain hunters.
Flea Market
I have been to this flea market before and frankly I was unimpressed. But that was two years ago, who knows what this one will be like?
Mary D’s Housing for Seniors
80 Dupont Street; flea market will be conducted in the parking lot/community room located off Eagle Street. (between Manhattan Avenue and Franklin Street)
10:00 a.m. – 3:00 p.m.
Furniture Sale
Next up, a rather big furniture sale is in the works at 103 Oak Street. It starts at noon and appears to be a great opportunity to buy much-needed home furnishings and/or housewares on the cheap.
103 Oak Street (between Franklin and Guernsey)
Noon – 4:00 p.m.
Stoop Sale
Not too much information here, but I personally get excited when I come across stoop sales that feature books. I always end up schlepping a bunch home— which I am always less than excited about.
112 Java Street (between Manhattan Avenue and Franklin Street)
11:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m.
Clothing Sale
North 10th Street and Berry is hardly a schlep to most of us Greenpointers… especially if it means we get designer clothing on the cheap. That gives us more money to buy beer!
Intersection of North 10th and Berry Street
11:00 a.m. – ???
Happy Bargain Hunting!
Miss Heather
Toilet Paper: How To Use It
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Just yesterday in this post I bitched about the chronic lack of toilet paper at my job. Well, when I came in today I was pleased to discover this issue had been addressed. Sort of.
Aren’t you supposed to wipe your ass and then put the paper in the toilet?
Miss Heather
Belvidere Street: The New Freeman?
I recently had to moderate a most curious comment regarding my latest post about Freeman Street. Jeffrey writes:
I actually don’t find this entertaining or funny. I live on Freeman and have a kid, and I am so sick of people acting like idiots around here. 100 Freeman is an illegal loft building. They never shovel their sidewalk in winter. A few weeks ago, we saw a guy doing crack on the sidewalk outside the building at 2 in the afternoon. People never pick of dog shit on Freeman, and I’m not pointing fingers, but there’s a lot of dogs in that building. Why can’t people grow the hell up! I’m about to move to Park Slope with the other adults.
When I was looking to move seven or so years ago, Greenpoint was on my list of neighborhoods to research. In order to make an informed decision as to whether or not I would commit to moving here, I made numerous trips to the neighborhood and walked around. I like to get a feel for what I might be obligating myself to ahead of time. My main criteria were:
- Access to transportation
- Good grocery stores
- Personal Safety
Greenpoint passed with flying colors, but I also noted there were a lot of drunks, crack heads and overall chicanery to be found. This was the compromise I had to make. I have learned that waiting for people to “grow up” as Jeffrey put it, is a fruitless effort. Most don’t. Even Especially in Park Slope*. Which brings me to this, my final and finest Freeman Street story.
It was 2:00 a.m., and after a late dinner and cocktails, my friend Chin needed to walk her dog. I went to bed (a decision I regret to this day, read on and find out why); my husband accompanied her. They went to Freeman Street. As they approached Manhattan Avenue they saw something moving on the sidewalk. Assuming it was a homeless person, they paid it no mind. Fifteen feet away they finally noticed what it was— and it noticed them; it was two people fucking. Right on the sidewalk. Outside of Tommy’s Tavern. Twenty feet away from Manhattan Avenue.
It was an awkward moment for everyone involved: the fucker, the fuckee, my husband, my friend— even her dog.
The point I am getting at with this story is this: weird shit happens here— and some of it is funny. To expect things to change is, in my humble opinion, ridiculous. This is New York City. If someone sees fit to fornicate al fresco, he (and/or she) is going to do it. The previous is not exclusively a Greenpoint avocation either.
Looks like something happened.
Safe sex was involved.
Quite a bit of it.
And it was good enough to break the heel off a nice shoe. Wow.
Of course the punchline is where I found the above tableau…
The intersection of Belvidere and Beaver Street in… drumroll please…
Bushwick.
Miss Heather
*Go to The Tea Lounge and see for yourself.
American Sugar and Refining Company
Before I left the house this morning I read this article on Brownstoner about the Havemeyer family. Here’s an excerpt:
Cousin Frederick C. Havemeyer Jr. (1807-1891) stayed in the sugar trade and in 1857 established the longstanding South 3rd Street factory on the Williamsburg waterfront. His son, Henry Havemeyer (1847-1907), named the company Domino’s Sugar in the early 1900s and worked to corner the market. His Sugar Refineries Company, or “Sugar Trust,” functioned like Standard Oil–monopolistically (and like Standard Oil did battle with the government over makret (sic) control).
What many people do not know is the Havemeyer family had a refinery in Greenpoint. And if this article (from the May 9, 1886 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle) is any indication, the employees there were not very happy ones.
Now jump forward to 11:30 this morning. I was sorting and pricing fabric remnants at work and found this.
Although this item has virtually no monetary value whatsoever, it has a lot of value to me. A lot of hard, thankless work went into filling this bag. I wonder what a worker of Havemeyer’s American Sugar Refining Company would think of the current controversy regarding his former place of employment? I doubt he would be very happy— or surprised.
If there is a lesson here it is this: never confuse a building with its creator. The Havemeyer family was as nasty an employer as could be had in the 19th century. Union busting was one of their favorite practices. We can’t change this building’s past, but we can shape its future.
Domino should offer ample affordable housing, not crumbs.
Miss Heather
Shitty Subway Service Breeds Bolsheviks!
When I got to work today I found a poster tucked away behind the counter that amused me.
It goes on to read:
Employees lose respect for a company that fails to provide decent facilities for their comfort.
Speaking as a person whose place of employment is often bereft of asswipes, I am inclined to agree. Nothing makes me want to overthrow my capitalist oppressors like using the water closet only to discover there is no toilet paper. When the revolution comes, the people responsible for this (men all) will be the first ones against the wall, I assure you.
As I waited for the G train this afternoon I thought about other things that propagate Bolshevism. Then I saw the following piece of social(ist) commentary scrawled out on a subway poster at the Metropolitan stop and it hit me: the crosstown local propagates Communism!
Think about it:
- When you have subway line whose service is notorious for being pokey, it gives people time to think.
- When people start thinking, they tend to get angry. I do, anyway.
- Now factor in the people waiting at the above-mentioned station are, in all likelihood, highly-educated, underpaid and already very, very angry.
I turn pink at the mere thought!
If the MTA won’t improve subway service in north Brooklyn for the numerous (and very good) reasons they have already been provided, perhaps they will do so as a bulwark against Communism? Nassau Avenue has gone red. Metropolitan Avenue is looking rather pink nowadays. Who’s next? Broadway?
Best to nip this in the bud before it works it way further south.
Miss Heather
When Advertecture Attacks: Bushwick Style
Filed under: Bushwick
Today’s example of legally questionable signage hails from Bushwick, 11206.
Call me cynical, but obstructing the windows of an apartment building strikes me as being rather unhealthy. Especially in the event of a fire. Those of you who care to view this exercise in irony (and poor product placement) can find it at 593 Bushwick Avenue.
I realize the previous is a pretty obscure thoroughfare*, so I have thoughtfully linked to a map lest anyone from the Department of Buildings (or the F.D.N.Y.) cares to investigate it.
Miss Heather
*This is sarcasm.
271 Nassau Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
It would appear that the chaps at 271 Nassau Avenue were busy quite busy last night. Per an email I received from Rebecca11222:
Since 9:30 p.m. a cement mixer & a pump truck have been operating 3 houses away from me. Condo going up at 271 Nassau Ave (at Sutton St). Lights in my window & noise of a FUCKING CEMENT TRUCK. It’s now almost 11pm. I called 311 & reported the perps to both DOB & DEP. No variance posted, of course. We all know what good will come of my report. Motherfuckers.
This is all.
This is just plain ridiculous. Is it just me or does the illegal after-hours construction problem here seem to be getting worse?
Thoughts anyone?
Miss Heather
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