From The New York Shitty Inbox: More Trouble For The Demolition Diva?
It has been a while since I have thought about my good friend Marie Grasso, the Demoltion Diva behind MMG “Design”. When I checked my email this morning, however, this changed. It would appear the city is not only not the only organization this woman owes money to. Cindy writes:
Hi – I came across your blog by researching MMG Construction (Marie Grasso). We are a local (Bushwick) container company who is owed money for work we did for MMG Construction – we have tried collection agencies and are now with a collection lawyer – this woman is as slippery as they come. The only chance we have of catching her is if we find out any current jobs she is working on and getting that info to our lawyer – I wonder if you can help by asking your readers to let me know if there are any “sightings” of her company info posted on any demo sights.
Thanks for taking the time to read this
Cynthia Bayley
Quick Containers, Inc.
If anyone reading this knows of any construction sites where Ms. Grasso and her merry men are working their magic Ms. Bayley and Quick Containers legal counsel would very much like to know about them. She can be contacted via email at: cynbay (at) aol (dot) com.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
P.S.: No post about MMG would be complete without passing along some select firsthand accounts of their handiwork. You can read my buddy Dategirl’s (whose photograph graces the beginning of this post— shortly after it was taken MMG managed to tear out her telephone lines) tales of MMG Demo-induced woe by clicking here, here, here and here.
Word Of The Day: Foamer
Per the Urban Dictionary:
A term railroad employees use to describe a railroad enthusiast / railfan and the railfan community at large. Most often used disparagingly. (Engineer to conductor aboard a freight train)
“Man, we got some foamers ahead taking pictures…they need to just get a life and find something to do besides hang around the tracks all day.”
See: Boerum Place; October 4, 2009 at 11:00 a.m.
Miss Heather
Atlantic Antic Photo Du Jour: Love Will Tear Us Apart
Filed under: Brooklyn
Because nothing screams I am a narcissistic parent like dressing your toddler up as a goth. In front of the Brooklyn Detention Complex, no less.
Keep your mistakes to yourselves, “hip” parents. Laugh about it with your brood over photo albums in 2020. Do not inflict them on your children now. Otherwise they will grow up to be Republicans (or worse yet: Bloomberg supporters).
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Fulton Street
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Bloomblight, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City
This post goes out to the campaign worker who hit my buzzer at 7:00 p.m. this evening and asked me (by my legal name— which indicates she culled it from the voter registration rolls):
Hi, (my legal name) I’m a campaign worker for Michael Bloomberg. Do you plan on voting for him this November?
Me:
No, Thank you.
My buddy at Queens Crap thought I was showing traces of my Texas upbringing: humble hospitality. Hardly. I have made up my mind who I want for mayor…
and it is Montgomery Burns!
I suspect I speak for many of my fellow Greenpointers when I write that I have given up on decent (not exceptional, above average or even average) representation (for our taxation). Many candidates (and the self-appointed pillars of our community who backed them— you know who you are) cloaked themselves in the sanctimonious cloth of reform in the months leading up to the Democratic primary and run-off. And these same people, the reformers, engaged in some of the sleaziest campaign practices, tricks, duplicity, chicanery and outright intimidation I have ever beheld. Probably because they were seeking sinecures— but that’s my humble opinion.
If I stated, for example— and this is totally hypothetical— that the McCarren Park Soccer League’s email list was used to solicit votes David Yassky or Bill DeBlasio I’d be totally out of line. If I stated (once again, for example— hypothetical) that youths 18 years and older in said soccer league were hired to canvass for Evan Thies before the Democratic primary I have no doubt it would net me a nastygram from a lawyer.
But I am not suggesting either of the previous came to pass. I’m just hypothesizing. I have a very active imagination. The pillars of my community have reminded me of this. Often.
James “Jimmy” John Walker, one of our fair city’s more corrupt (if charming, dapper and loquacious) Mayors summed my cynicism when he said:
A reformer is a guy who rides through the sewer in a glass bottom boat.
What does “reform” mean when we are forced to choose among candidates whose records REEK? Candidates who have clearly dipped their tootsies into the sewer of New York City real politik and will promise anything to anyone in order to get elected?
For this reason I am backing Burns. Burns is honest about his corruption. He promises nothing. He does not claim to be a reformer and as such I can anticipate being screwed six ways to Sunday under his regime. In this regard Bloomberg is much more circumspect. The true hallmark of a masochist is the anticipation of punishment. I am not a masochist. It’s a matter of control.
I prefer to take my medicine upfront— and make Mike my bitch.
Miss “Sorry Staten Island, you’re on your own*” Heather
P.S.: For more information about how Montgomery Burns Bloomberg will lead this city into 21st 19th Century click here. Caveat: be ready to laugh your ass off. Who knew plutocracy and political disenfranchisement could be so fun(ny)?
*This is satire.
Atlantic Antic Photo Du Jour: Touched By An Angel
Filed under: Brooklyn
This is wrong for more reasons than I care to recount.*
Miss Heather
*But Mr. Swayze’s role in Donnie Darko is a nice place to start!
Great Moments In Entrepreneurialism: Refer A Friend At Hoyt-Schermerorn!
Filed under: Brooklyn
Today the Mister and I concluded his parent’s visit to our fair city with a sojourn to Atlantic Antic. To this end we took the almighty Crosstown Local to Hoyt Schermerhorn. Immediately upon exiting the station we stumbled upon this.
Mister Heather, being the detail-oriented person is, explained the vagaries New York State’s divorce law for my in law’s edification. Among them:
- It is a joint property state, e.g.; all assets will be divided equally. My net worth is zero. This makes for an easy division: zero divided by 2 equals zero.
- I will be entitled to alimony.
Amy Vanderbilt might disagree with me on this one but: I suspect the Mister extolling upon how one gets divorced in New York…
- blocks away from where we were married
- during a family outing
might constitute a breach of etiquette. Or, in my laywoman’s opinion, a colossal party foul. This is not to suggest I didn’t find it amusing: I did. This is in large part why I married the Mister in the first place!*
The previous having been written:
- On the one hand: there is a part of me which is thoroughly revolted by this advertisement.
- On the other: I really want to see this campaign taken to its logical conclusion. Frequent customer punch cards a la Starbucks.
Miss Heather
*And, well, health insurance.
P.S.: This post goes out to Ma and Pa-in-law. I really enjoyed your visit!
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Cortelyou PSA
These images do not hail from north Brooklyn (they come from the intersection of East 17 Street and Cortelyou Road). But when Flatbush Gardener brought these finds to my attention I simply had to pass them along here. Nice catch, Xris!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: A Very Special Employment Opportunity
Filed under: Advanced Life Forms, Area 51, Brooklyn, Manhattan, New York City, Park Slope
The Professor writes:
Hey Heather
I just ran across such a ridiculous Craigslist ad that I thought you might wanna see it. I don’t know that it’s anything you can use for your blog, or whatever, but it’s just such an extensively dumb solicitation that I thought you’d at least get a laugh.
Although, it could be a perfect setup for a big prank…*
Doc writes (in the aforementioned Craigslist advertisement):
Hi. Even for Craig’s List, this is going to be a strange ad. But read on – it’s strange but legit.
I’m a single, straight guy, in my early 40’s, recently moved to NYC, with almost no social circle here (and, even worse, I work on my own). No history of mental illnesss, jail time or listening to country music. Moving to NY has been fantastic, but the one thing is, I have been finding it hard to meet women. So I’m doing the normal, typical, rational thing that any guy in my position would do — I’m looking to hire a female “wingman,” that is, a “wingwoman,” to break the ice for me in social situations.
Strange but true.
This is a real job I’m offering; it’s not a personal ad in disguise, and I’m not a Nigerian scammer or a reality show producer, either. Perhaps more surprisingly, I’m also not a freak, weirdo or serial killer – I am just not good at walking up to a woman I don’t know and getting beyond “Hi” and I want to do something about it. (Basically, I want to avoid this guy’s fate.)
This would be a part-time, occasional gig. Get-togethers would be in Manhattan or Brooklyn; sometimes weekend afternoons, sometimes evenings. (Generally speaking, NOT in bars or nightclubs. I am more of a Brooklyn Flea / The Moth / Big Terrific / Midsummer Night Swing type of guy. This is also my kind of thing.) Probably 2-5 hours per stint. We would only meet in public places and I would pay you ($20/hour) cash.
And you don’t have to be single or even “unattached” to apply – there’s no “hanky panky” involved. (I really don’t care if you have a boyfriend, girlfriend or significant other, as long as that person knows about and is cool with the situation.)
If you want to know more details about the arrangement, check out these articles:
Are You With Him? Why Yes, Want to Date Him?
Wingwomen (8 pages long)…
WOW. I wonder if someone would pay me $20.00 an hour to be a cock blocker or chick repellent. I excel at both. I am a natural. “Doc” has also created a Facebook page which you can peruse by clicking here.
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can read “Doc’s” Craigslist ad in its entirety by clicking here or by clicking on the images below. Either way you’ll notice our man “Doc” is very detail-oriented!
P.S. #2: While I am on the subject of meetings and meat-markets, my good friends at Fucked In Park Slope will be hosting a “Meatup” this Wednesday, September 30th at The Bell House. For more information click here. B.Y.O.W. fellas.
*Or more annoying “viral” advertising.
Gratitude
Filed under: 11211, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, New York City, Plagiarism, Williamsburg
I rarely give shout-outs to blogs for the simple reason I do not have the time. After I have completed my posts, sift through the detritus in my inbox and surfed the webs I call it quits. Today I am going to make an exception. Brooklyn11211 writes in a post entitled Behold the Power of the Interwebs:
I can independently verify Einstein’s theory of relativity. That doesn’t mean I should call it my own. The Post has no more right to its “exclusive” based on its own verification of a blog post.
You’re making a very dangerous proposition 11211. You are making the argument that “neighborhood bloggers” (the ghetto print establishment likes to relegate the likes of me and you) and journalists are equals. We’re not. Mr. Ginsberg’s missive makes this all too clear:
Post policy prevented me from crediting you in print. Allow me to do so now. You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
I won’t discuss at length the policy of not crediting blogs (or anyone else). I’ll just briefly explain that as long as we can independently verify every bit of info, we don’t credit…
Looking forward to amplifying more of your good work in the future.
The truly nauseating thing about Mr. Ginsberg’s comment is he thought he was being nice— and that I should be somehow beholden to him for “amplifying” my scoop. I am not grateful. I am pissed off. And no amount of crying “Post policy” is going to change this. If anything, it is a clear indication of a lack of moral/ethical fiber on his part. But I suppose that comes with the territory.
Needless to say when I read Suzi Halpin’s defense of her employer I damned near had an aneurysm:
The New York Post credits blogs, bloggers, and other media all the time, as our readers know.
Except when when your readers don’t know— because your employer, the New York Post, doesn’t cite them. Which is often. Here are a few examples to refresh your memory Ms. Halpin.
September 14, 2008: I wrote a post about how the plaque at Father Giorgio Square was stolen. I happened to walk by when the police were taking a report. There was no way the institution you represent would have known about it save my blog. I published it on a Sunday. The next day Murdoch’s flunkies were on it like flies on shit. They even called the Brooklyn Kitchen to ask about their stolen tree. Is this your idea of reporting? Stolen trees?
May 4, 2009: I get a tip about strange graffiti in Greenpoint. I post it. My readers decipher it— yet it was a New York Post “exclusive”. I take up the matter and get what can be best described as a semi-literate and crazed email from its author: John Doyle. If the previous is an indication of what it takes to be a reporter, god help us all.
May 18, 2009: I wrote a post about a flier I found at McCarren Park decrying the noise made ice cream trucks. Reuven Fenton and his homeboy were on the scene the next day. I know this because a reader and contributor of mine bumped into them:
I was just finishing my run in McCarren Park when I saw a guy sporting two fancy cameras talking to another guy near the pool. Being a sucker for men with big lenses, I ventured over to see what they were up to and it turns out they were from the Post covering a story on ice cream trucks disturbing the neighbors of McCarren Park. I mentioned NYshitty covering the story and I asked them where they heard about this story and they said Curbed and Gothamist. Hmmm… no new york shitty? The dudes names were Reuben and Paul, wait isn’t that like Pee Wee?
I called them on it. And your publication gave me a crumby quote in return. Removed from context and not linked to despite my creation of a mirror site: www.thatgreenpointblog.com.
It was at this point I began to understand that the paper you represent depends on people like me for their livelihood.
Which brings me to your institution’s latest act of plagiarism.
August 19, 2009: I wrote a post about “Cutting Edge Fitness” at the behest of a tipster.
It took awhile for the Post, the publication you represent, to get around to it, but lift it they did!
August 31, 2009
Quite frankly, I was disappointed it took almost two full weeks for your employer to rip off this one, Suzi. I’m not a patient person. Thankfully I was engaged in other things and Alex Ginsberg saw fit to post this comment on my blog:
Post policy prevented me from crediting you in print. Allow me to do so now. You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
I won’t discuss at length the policy of not crediting blogs (or anyone else). I’ll just briefly explain that as long as we can independently verify every bit of info, we don’t credit.
You will find that the Daily News observes the same policy, but the Times does not. (They often write an explanatory phrase like, ‘The investigation into Mr. Spitzer was first reported in the New York Post.’ That’s not a real one. I just made it up. Although I would note that another Times policy would prevent them from actually printing the name of your blog, presenting them with an unresolvable conflict between two inflexible rules.)
Looking forward to “amplifying” more of your good work in the future.
Alex
I wrote a blog post about it. And you have been hired to explain it away. There is no explanation: it is plagiarism, plain and simple.
To drive the point home (because it is all too clear Mr. Ginsberg, you and your employer is too “thick” or arrogant to “get it”) here are a few more examples:
Gowanus Lounge, January 13, 2009:
This is yesterday’s news, because we ran the story on Curbed early yesterday morning, and we’re sure some of the papers are going to be “discovering” the story and having some fun with it today, but The Future of Coney Island website URL was acquired by a Belgian porn entrepreneur. (The Post’s Rich Calder predictably reports the story as though he discovered it without crediting Curbed for breaking the news.)
POSTED May 18, 2009
May 12, 2009: EV Grieve posted this. Your reporter’s “scoop” is pretty much verbatim regurgitation of EV Grieve’s work.
May 28, 2009: the New York Post, your employer, posted this:
Vanishing New York, reported about this as early as May 19,2009. What’s more he (she?) kept at it.
I have just cited seven examples where the New York Post, your employer, has blatantly lifted material from blogs without citing them, Suzi. If you need more I’ll gladly tender them to you.
I understand that you are in a very tenuous position, Suzi. The print media, New York Post included, has not adapted to the reality of online media. I suspect this is why your employer, Rupert Murdoch, is waging war on Google. When defeated the entitled try to change the rules:
Mr Murdoch, the chief executive of News Corp, was among the first to hit out at Google, one of the biggest aggregators through its Google News service.
“Should we be allowing Google to steal our copyrights? If you have a brand like the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal, you don’t have to.” Robert Thomson, the managing editor of the Wall Street Journal which is owned by News Corp, went further in his attack. “There is a collective consciousness among content creators that they are bearing the costs and that others are reaping some of the revenues. “There is no doubt that certain websites are best described as parasites or tech tapeworms in the intestines of the internet,” said Mr Thomson.
I find this ironic given the worst plagiarists I have dealt with to date, as a “blogger” (and by Murdoch’s definition a “parasite” or “tapeworm”) are New York Post reporters. Could you please clarify how your employer is any different from than various and sundry parasites who troll the webs and claim my content (as well as the above-listed as their own), Ms. Halpin?
To take Brooklyn11211’s more nuanced approach: if I can verify via “independent sources” that your employer, Rupert Murdoch, is an unscrupulous shitbag who is doing everything in his power to bully independent media, plagiarizes my blog and others— constantly, spouts right-wing bullshit and wants to suppress free speech do I need to cite him? I eagerly wait your answer to this question, Suzi Halpin.
Given the number of stories your publication has lifted from my blog I have ample credentials to be a “reporter” for crap rag you call the New York Post.
HIRE ME.
Oh wait— I have ethics.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Here’s a (working) honor roll of blogs, big and small, who have found Mr. Ginsberg’s/New York Post’s conduct objectionable:
- Neiman Journalism Lab, Harvard University
- Snapper Patter
- Techdirt
- Gawker
- Media Metamorphosis
- Superpunch
- FAIR.org
- Gothamist (Jen Carlson gets kudos for calling me this asshat’s “muse”. I laughed my ass off when I read that.)
- Queens Crap
- Brooklyn11211
- Citoyen Michel (France)
- Manga Verde
- Blogografia and my personal favorite:
- (shh-no-digan-que-lo-saque-de-un-blog): Puerto Rico represents!
- Journalisten (Sweden) Click here to read it in English.
- Pink Lemon (Tunisia) Click here to read it in English.
- Bed-Stuy Banana
LAST GASP: Meet The Coney Island Post-Impressionists
Today’s New York Shitty “Day Ender” has come to pass. But after stumbling upon the following Coney Island cuties via my friend’s Amusing The Zillion’s flickr page I simply had to post them. STAT.
I have named this lovely lass “Madame Matisse” due to the lovely orange line down her nose.
Methinks I’ll keep the Post-Impressionism ball rolling with this cutie. Just like her sister and brothers she was born in the Luna Park Houses, and given her intense(ly cute) and pensive demeanor I name her Suzanne. As in Suzanne Valadon. Ms. Valadon clearly loved tri-colors. What’s not to love? It’s like getting three cats in one!
Gauguin doesn’t hail from Tahiti. She comes from Coney Island Brooklyn, USA!
I cannot ascertain if this one is female or male (I’m guessing the latter). In any case he (or she) doesn’t like the exposure, if you will. For this reason I have decided to name him (or her) Cezanne:
The world doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand the world, that’s why I’ve withdrawn from it.
Due to the numerous spots on this tabby’s belly I have named him (or her) Seurat. For obvious reasons.
Anyone interested in learning more about these Coney Island cuties should contact their stepmother at:
hello (at) triciavita (dot) com
Thanks!
Miss Heather
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