Greenpoint
Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Surf’s Up!
Tony (who sent me the above image) opines:
Just a typical November morning on the Bedford L platform.
Indeed.
Miss Heather
Southside Photo Du Jour: Tug
This melange of old and new (which I absolutely adore) hails from Berry Street.
Miss Heather
Williamsburgh Cafe Going Korean?
Yes folks, that would certainly appear to be the case.
Per the note attached to the above showcase of synthetic gustatory delights, the “Grand Opening” will be this Friday, November 20, 2009. Freebie lovers take note: there will be a free buffet from 6:00 – 9:00 p.m.!
Williamburgh Cafe: Korea Grand Opening (and free buffet!)
November 20, 2009; 6:00 p.m. – 9:00 p.m.
170 Wythe Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can get a sneak peek at their menu by clicking here.
Southside Degentrification Watch: Street Furniture Selections
Today I decided to take a walk to Grand Ferry Park. I do this when I need some peace and quiet (and believe you me, after all the Greenpoint Nazi/homophobia stuff I really needed it). In so doing I discovered some stellar pieces of street furniture. Here they are.
RIVER STREET RECLINERS
On a beatific day such as this, who wants to stay outdoors? Pop out those bucket seats and get some sun! Ingenious.
KENT AVENUE FUTON
I found this one to be absolutely breathtaking. This is because it smelled so fucking bad I was gasping for air! And now the piece de resistance…
SOUTH 1 STREET: ANNOTATED
If my memory serves me correctly this mattress has inhabited South 1st Street for about a month. Note the “No Dumping” sign in the background. So it goes. Anyhoo, in the elapsing time this item has been employed as an ad hoc public forum/chatroom.
Sleep’n on the street. Struglin.
Bedbuggin’ out!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Q59 PSA
And I thought the B43 was bad…*
Miss Heather
*Speaking of which, I spied a Kiss Army/Clockwork Orangesque fashion statement on said piece of public transportation today.
I have to confess: I sort of like this. I wanted to ask this woman what gives but she in deep thought (writing in a journal) and I didn’t want to interrupt her out of common courtesy. I hate it when people interrupt my train (or bus) of thought.
Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: In Flagrante Delicto
This depiction of rabbits doing what they do best hails from North 11 Street.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: For Sale By Owner
I find this (which hails from North 8 Street) fascinating. Granted, this item does have legs but I seriously doubt it is going to run away. In addition a bathtub is an awfully heavy and awkward item— so I doubt it could be stolen very easily. Then again, several years ago someone ran into the clock in front of the Garden. Not only did this person hit it with sufficient force to knock it over but he managed to take it without being detected (a truly amazing feat if you ask me). Maybe the theft prevention measure is merited after all?
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Video Du Jour: A Slice of L Train Life
I cannot honestly profess to like the music this gentleman is playing (too space-agey), but the instrument (which I would presume he himself designed and built) is pretty darned neat. It’s a work of art in and of its own right!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Monday Afternoon On Bedford Avenue
As the delay in today’s postage probably indicates, I spent this downright gorgeous day outdoors. Days such as this are— in my humble opinion— best spent pounding the pavement of north Brooklyn, not in front of a computer monitor.
Or, as I learned from Kenneth, donning your best dress, heading to the intersection of North 7 Street and Bedford Avenue to knock back 40s and hand out roses to female passerby. I sat down with Kenneth for a few minutes to hear his story. Here it is.
Kenneth resides in Manhattan but after spending a week in rehab decided to come back to the “old hood” to clear his head and drink beer. I’m not too certain if Williamsburg is the ideal location to do such a thing, but who am I to argue? Kenneth was clearly happy, if a bit soused. He said:
Someone my age, FIVE TWO, should probably be doing something better with his time…
I vehemently disagreed.
After all that awful weather we had the sun is out! Why not spread a little sunshine of your own? I’m out taking a walk and you’re hanging out here handing out roses. Who am I to judge?
I like sitting here. They’ll probably make me move soon. I better buy another beer.
He replied and then proceeded to offer a solitary red rose to on old Polish lady passing by:
Will you marry me?
He exclaimed, much to her disgust. (Yeah, I know it’s wrong but I had to chuckle.) Upon noticing this act earned him a glare from an employee of the N7 Market, Kenneth added:
I LOVE Hispanic men!
This outburst had the desired effect: the employee in question quickly went back into his place of employment. It was then that Kenneth offered me a rose. I declined at first. But he insisted:
I have to buy more anyway.
So I took it, thanked him and went on my way. Thank you, Kenneth. Making your acquaintance made my day!
Your lovely gift now graces my desk. It numbers among my most cherished possessions. I made sure to put it next to Mister Heather’s blood pressure medication so he will notice.
(Hey, I might be married but it’s nice to be reminded I still have “prospects”!)
Miss Heather
UPDATE 6:54, p.m.: as I calculated the Mister arrived home and noticed my gift!
The Mister: Where did the rose come from?
Me: A 52 year old man in a dress on Bedford Avenue gave it to me.
T.M.: That’s good. (Then he wandered off to the kitchen to make a cocktail.)
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