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From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Nice Place To Shit?
Filed under: 11222, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit
Once in a blue moon I receive a query that confounds even me. Yesterday I found myself in just such a position. Without further ado here it is. JJ writes:
Miss Heather,
am soon to be resident of the Greenpoint area and I wonder if there are any nice parks for my dog to shit in? You see, she is a north country gal and is not accustomed to pooping on concrete. I’d also like to avoid her peeing in the middle of the sidewalk too. If I could take her to a nice park to take a dump she will be happier and I don’t have to be seen scraping doggy bombs off the sidewalk (I am a responsible pet owner who firmly believes that some shit is best left unseen).
Gracias!
Soon to be Brooklynite
Straight-up: I am not a dog owner. I love dogs— and all animals for that matter— but I have to admit this is something I profess to have no knowledge of whatsoever, e.g.; where a cement shy pup would like to poop. I have been and probably always will be a “cat person”. In addition I’m not terribly certain what JJ means by a “nice” park. Personally (and mind you I am writing this as a homo sapiens) I think quality park space is something Greenpoint sorely lacks. But I suppose there’s something to be said about McGolrick or Cooper. If any Garden Spot dog owners out there has advice for JJ please tender it in the comments. Thanks!
Miss Heather
P.S.: For those of you who are wondering, the photograph gracing the beginning of the post does not hail from Greenpoint. It comes from Wooster Street in Soho. Not only was it a pretty remarkable melange of feces and detritus, but I can attest it smelled twice as bad as it looked. It too was much better left unseen— and sniffed!
New York Shitty Day Starter: The Ties That Bind
Filed under: 11101, 11222, Asshole, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Newtown Creek
As Brooklyn becomes Queens and Queens becomes Brooklyn we meet along the way.
This is ours to share!
Whoops.
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.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Hell, No!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Some of you might recall that my buddy (and cat woman extraordinaire), Lisa, tipped me off to the Hell, No! show at St. Cecilia’s Convent. Today I swung by to check it out. I honestly do not know what to say.
Well, actually I do. But speaking as someone who has five figures of student loan debt for a MFA in Sculpture— and in all fairness I did receive an excellent education, albeit whilst bearing witness to some of the best worst Sophistry bullshit I have ever had the misfortune to encounter— I’ll spare you the in-depth academic analysis. Or to put it more accurately: I want to be paid for it. Handsomely. In the meantime the following bullet points and slide show will have to suffice:
- Was it worth my time? ABSOLUTELY.
- Would I recommend this to my friends? Hell, Yes!
- Should people who espouse more traditional religious and/or gender roles see this show? Hell, No!
- What I particularly liked was how the art work dovetailed with its surroundings. I will readily admit I like neither galleries nor museums. Most of the previous have the feel of the New York City Museum of Natural History: a mausoleum filled with taxidermy and artifacts for delectation by the living.
- Hell, No! has to be experienced firsthand to be appreciated. The interactive nature of the exhibit is, in my opinion, one of its strongest points. I thoroughly enjoyed being left at my own leisure to explore each nook and cranny for new discoveries. This is what art— especially public art— should be about!
- The odd references/homages to historic works of art were charming, not cloying. This is especially true of the shopping basket homage to Constantin Brancusi by Christian Dietkus.
- I lay the odds of this being picked up by the mainstream media as a source of outrage (e.g.; an affront to traditional family values and/or blasphemy) at 9:1 in favor. Not that the “objectionable content” of this show bothered me in any way. It didn’t. I rather enjoyed it.
Without further ado here is a slide show (with video clips!) of highlights from my visit to Hell. Enjoy!
HELL, NO!
April 30 – May 9, 2010
HOURS: Friday, April 30, 2010, 7-11 p.m.; May 1, 12-8 p.m., May 2, 12-6 p.m., Friday, May 7, 2010 7-11 p.m., May 8, 12-8 p.m., May 9, 12-6 p.m.
The Convent of Saint Cecilia
21 Monitor Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
I have been told they will be having an evening of performances next Friday, May 7 starting at 7:00 p.m. Among the offerings are:
- Michael Mahalchick, fresh off his sold out run at the kitchen!
- RJ Supa – ongoing – “The Ironman”
- Fetchin’ Gretchen – performance installation on the third floor, 7:30-9:30
- Victoria Keddie, in an epic battle of Life and Death with Mikael Tarkela
- Hank Shedd on the third floor
- Jaeeun Lee in the basement
- Jeremiah Lockwood in the chapel at 10PM
and some “surprises”
Check out David Louis Fierman’s web site for more details. Otherwise you can read the press release for Hell, No! by clicking here.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Dog Doo Sign Du Jour: Calling All Pigs!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Dog Shit Signage, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
From Monitor Street.
Miss Heather
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