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Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Calyer Street
Filed under: 11222, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact
Today yours truly opted to enjoy a little sunshine and take a stroll along Manhattan Avenue. In so doing I held a great number of interesting things. Among them:
- a few individuals who could best be described as extras attending a casting call for the Zoolander sequel. Mind you, it was not their presence which drew my attention. I am not so naive as to think I do not have such folks as my neighbors in this, the “new” Greenpoint. I know. They do not bother me. The more and different the merrier! Rather, it was the fact they were out and about (READ: out of bed) at 1:00 p.m.
- a tableau which defied easy taxonomical categorization. On Calyer Street I beheld a tetrad of things which I hold near and dear. These being:
- An urban artifact along with…
- a melange of merde…
- in a public pay phone which, in addition to the previous, proffered
- pro-bono services of a highly specialized nature.
For the above-listed reasons I decided to classify this post as Greenpoint Photos Du Jour. Now that we have gotten that out of the way…
let’s take the above morsels of Greenpoint glory in numeric order, shall we?
1.
One container of Organic Girl Spring Mix…
with vodka vinaigrette.
2.
The aftermath of severe gastric distress. (Perhaps due to the consumption of item #1?).
3.
Not one, not two, but three solicitations for not simply free sex but free Garden State sex! As you can see, gentle readers, I have blurred out the telephone number. I did so because I suspect its owner has been— how shall we say— “volunteered” for this endeavor. In closing, it should be noted I did research the telephone number in question. I regret to inform everyone it does not hail from Secaucus. But hey, when it’s free sex in the offing one cannot/should not be too choosy. Thank you, the public pay phone kiosks of Calyer for keeping things real— or at least really interesting— hereabouts.
Happy Sunday, Garden Spotters!
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Tomorrow!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, 11249, BULLSHIT, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
That’s right folks! tomorrow is “NAG’s” (“Neighbors Allied for Good Growth”, formerly known as “Neighbors Allied Against Garbage”) 20th Anniversary gala! As you can clearly read the subject line of the above email inquires:
…will you support our neighborhood…?
Yes, I will… by not attending this event and pointing out the following:
- I find it interesting that the vast majority of points under “What Does NAG Do?” have, in fact, been done.
- This would suggest to me that NAG doesn’t really have a clear mission nowadays. They should.
- And of course I would be remiss if I did not point out that it strikes me as being a mite bit inconsistent for an organization which lauds itself for closing down an illegal waste handling station on Williamsburg’s waterfront to honor folks who were busted— last year— for operating an illegal waste trade business in Greenpoint.
But perhaps I am being nit-picky? Sort of makes one wonder what, if any, donations have been tendered to “NAG” from the Argentos lately. Anyone?
UPDATE, 7:17 p.m.: Now I have received this!
Note how “NAG” has seen fit to excise the photo featured in their precious email. Perhaps it is because some of the people depicted therein objected? In any case, I think I’ll save the $50.00 I do not have to buy beer and/or more snow globe supplies…
The Word On The Street, Part II: Syntax
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
Taken November 5, 2014.
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Seasons’ Greetings
Filed under: 11222, GENIUS, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
Those of you who need a pick-me-up on this dreary post-election day would be well served to swing by 133 Noble Street.
There a multi-holiday/multi-species extravaganza awaits!
Special thanks goes out to autovac for contributing this photo to my photo pool. It was the nudge I needed to swing by and behold this bit of Greenpoint glory with my own eyes. You should too!
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Mixed Bag
Filed under: 11222, 11249, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken November 5, 2014.
The Word On The Street, Part I: Dobbin Street
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
Taken November 5, 2014.
New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: Special Election Day Edition
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Manhattan Avenue.
The Word On The Street, Part III: Java Street
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City, The Word On The Street
There’s more creepy people in NY than anywhere I’ve been.
New York Shitty Analysis: Clearly this individual has never been to Albany. There are some weapons grade douchebags creeps to be found there. Some of whom are seeking re-election.
Seriously folks: please, PLEASE get out and vote tomorrow.
But I do not like any of the candidates.
You say? Then bring along a pen and write-in your candidate of choice. This is what I intend to do. For example, let’s take the Governor’s race. I for one have been carpet-bombed with fliers for Andrew Cuomo and/or his “Women’s Equality Party”. I am guessing his “wizards” “crunched” the numbers/statistics and deduced I would likely be moved by material like this:
Guess what? They were wrong.
If there is one thing I have observed as a New York State (and “City”) resident, it is there’s plenty of injustice to go around. One need not be a woman to experience it (although it does not hurt): being LGBTQ, a Latino or African American male youth (Can you say “Stop & Frisk?), simply practicing a religion and/or having a national origin which is not widely understood (Hello, Ebola scare/”stranger danger”!) will suffice. Hell, the previous make being a straight, married, woman of White Anglo Saxon descent look like a cake walk.
I am writing in Bella Abzug as my choice for Governor. The fact she is deceased is, in my humble opinion, a minor technicality. Ms. Abzug was a genuine, honest-to-god, balls-to-the-wall feminist. She was a fighter. And I suspect, wherever she may be, she takes an exceptionally dim view of “Women’s Equality Party”. This is because the “WEP” seeks to exploit— not build upon— the hard work and sacrifices women like her made to make our lives a mite bit better in 2014.
Note: I wrote our. No feminist worth her (or his) salt is merely going to vote by virtue of vagina. It is much more complicated than that. “Women’s” issues are inextricably tied to LGBTQ issues. Same goes for race and class. But there I go talking about class again. It’s time to wrap this tome up.
Those of you who do not know where your polling station is can find out here. Now if you do not mind, it’s cocktail time…
Urban Artifact, Part II: Special Feels Like Fall Edition
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact, Wow, WTF
Today I had a craving for Mexican food. Well, not “Mexican” food per se. I craved crap. To this end I patronized the Taco Bell located on the Champs-Élysées of the Garden Spot: McGuinness Boulevard. Upon exiting with my bag of unhealthy goodness I noticed two perfectly placed pairs of coordinating footwear atop the garbage can. How they got there is anyone’s guess. I simply found how they coordinated with the building compelling and strangely beautiful.
After snapping this shot I opted to enjoy my burrito al fresco. I took a stroll along Provost Street. There outside the premises of the Newtown Creek Waste Water Treatment Facility— in the shadow of the Shit Tits— I happened upon another urban artifact. It too was compelling but most decidedly not beautiful.
It is rare, gentle readers, that I happen upon something that makes me lose my appetite. After closer examination of the item in question (and shooting burrito bits out of my nose) this is exactly what happened. The burrito was placed back in the bag and out came the camera.
I suppose I should take the glass half-full approach:
1. The parties responsible for the piece of love’s detritus which awaited my delectation engaged in safe sex.
2. Greenpoint— especially its more remote/secluded nooks and crannies— is and has long been for lovers.
WARNING/CAVEAT: once this is seen, it cannot be unseen. Click at your own risk.
Urban Fur: Special Parks & Recreation Edition
Ever had the feeling you were being watched? I experienced just this today at WNYC Transmitter Park. So I stopped, looked around and, sure enough, I was right!
I am not a rodentologist— but I have been a resident of our fair city (in three boroughs, no less) close to two decades. In this capacity I:
- have had one run across my foot.
- have seen the tremendous enthusiasm with which our resident pest control experts (READ: cats) dispatch Rattus norvegicus young ‘uns. To cite an example:
Me (to the Mister): Is that a rubber band hanging out of Tortilla’s mouth?
The Mister: No, it isn’t. Don’t go into the kitchen.No, gentle readers, I did not spy with my little eye a rubber band. They were rat innards. Actually make that EX rat innards. - patronize the New York City subway system.
Suffice it to say I am not the least bit squeamish when it comes to our furry friends. Quite to the contrary. When I see them scurrying about subway platforms or along the tracks I offer words of encouragement. E.g;
Run, Forrest, run!*
Surely the previous points count for something? You bet your sweet ass they do! As far as rodents go this is one fine specimen: clear eyes, shiny coat and a mite bit— how shall we say— rotund. In fact, he (?) was not much smaller than a couple of canines I saw running (off-leash, of course) fifteen to twenty feet away. I think I will name my new friend Ben…
*Try this. I guarantee it will net you a nice, wide berth of passage on the platform.
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