From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part I: The Ice Queen
This lovely piece by Swoon was captured by Luna Park. You can see more lovely images of this piece as well as another one by pointing and clicking your way to The Street Spot!
Miss Heather
Quicklink: A Manifesto For The Hyperlocal
I have been out of touch with my buddy over at Sheepshead Bites for awhile now. This is a shame as he is a rather nice chap. However, when I notice that he has written a piece such as the above, well, at least I know he is alive, well and fighting the good fight! More importantly, this tome touches upon a number of issues yours truly encounters finds quite disconcerting and given the state of print reporting in north Brooklyn it is just as— if not more so— relevant here as it is in his stomping grounds “down south”. Take this passage for example:
I believe local journalism, local government and local economies are the linchpins of a vibrant, healthy nation. For decades, as conglomerates swallowed up independent news outlets across the nation (our own local paper, Bay News, is owned by News Corp. – the same company that owns Fox News and the New York Post, for example), local coverage was watered down because community reporting is expensive, and stockholders want dividends. And because corporations can view employees as easily replaceable cogs, one reporter who lives in the community and has covered it for decades is just as valuable as one straight out of journalism school three states over.
But community reporting requires more than cogs. It requires more than an academic familiarity of those it covers. What meaningful local reporting requires is a personal investment. If the reporter doesn’t stand to benefit from a healthy community, his coverage will serve to dramatize and exacerbate problems rather than solve them.
When Sheepshead Bites ventures to cover the community, we do it because we’re neighbors. Our writers live here. Our business is based here. And we endeavor to support and uplift our neighbors for all of our benefit.
I could not have said it better myself! Do take a moment to give Ned’s tome a read. It is more than worth the time.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox, Part II: A Dispatch From The Unemployment Office
This item comes from a friend of mine who (fairly) recently joined the ranks of the unemployed. For reasons you will soon understand he/she prefers to remain anonymous. It is quite something.
I received a notification in the mail that in order to continue to receive benefits I need to come to the unemployment office for a followup on my job search efforts. I got there late and was freaked out something bad was going to happen because I was late. Turns out they just chunk you into another group. In fact, it turns out that you don’t have to show up at the time on your piece of paper, or even that day. You just show up when you want and they put you somewhere. So I get through security and am sent to another security desk, and then sent to a room. I have to wait 45 minutes, and I forgot my phone, nor do I have a book. I decide I’ll try to meditate. Except this dude next to me is playing a game on his phone and doesn’t think to turn the sound off. I spend all my energy trying not to smack him on the back of the head. Then someone else decides to eat candy in crinkly wrappers. Occasionally someone walks in and says “good morning” and we all get excited: because who the fuck walks into a room full of strangers and says “good morning” unless they are the administrator? Apparently these dumb motherfuckers do. Three people did this walk in and say good morning routine, then show their yellow papers and go sit down like the rest of us cattle. Good morning my ass! It’s raining and I’m here in the unemployment office waiting for 45 minutes with no phone, no coffee, and someone keeps farting. It is so bad I put my scarf back on and wrap it around my face. Finally this nice lady herds us into another room and starts handing out forms to fill out. They are questionnaires that are so easy it’s ridiculous. Are you looking for work? yes. How? Circle all that apply. Are you making progress? Yes. OK then. Administrator lady goes over what’s written down. She tells us how to sign our name on the attendance sheet and pass it to the neighbor. Still people can’t get that right! I shit you not! Some people signed the wrong attendance sheet. Others signed their name on the same sheet twice! I am not making this up. Others didn’t pass it to their neighbors but passed it back the way it came. Several people took the attendance sheet and tried to walk it to the administrator, and then we all had to yell for them to fucking pass it to us so we could sign it. Seriously, what is wrong with people!? I got picked to do the job interview role play and passed. And then here is the highlight of the event. The administrator was going over what to say in an interview when a prospective employer asks “What is your greatest weakness.” And she said one example would be to say that “I have been called a workaholic by my spouse.” And this man pipes up: “That’s not a weakness!” And she says “well some people might think it’s a weakness because your relationship might be affected, but prospective employers may think of it differently.” And this guy goes, “but it’s still not a weakness. It is good to be a workaholic.” And the Administrator says “well it’s just an example of something you might say to turn a weakness into a strength in a job interview.” And the guy continues “It’s still not a weakness.” At this point I am stifling my laughter. And someone is still farting. I am not making any of this up. Finally she starts calling people off the roll call to hand in our sheets and she asks us if we have any questions and looks at our sheets. Many people have still not managed to fill out the sheets properly, and they are native English speakers! She has to stop and correct everyone as they are called. She takes my stuff and doesn’t even ask if I have questions she just sends me on my way. The End.
WOW.
Miss Heather
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