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From The New York Shitty Inbox: And Now 49 Dupont Street…
I have had the above tome from The Real Deal brought to my attention by a number of concerned citizens. While I am thankful for them doing so, I am honestly at a loss for words. Mind you, gentle readers, this is not because I am surprised. I am not.
Rather, I have been asking myself where does our City Councilman, Steve Levin, stand on this issue? Or in Greenpoint, for that matter?
I used to see Mr. Levin quite a bit. This is because we are “neighbors”. And then I didn’t. I found that odd. Then came news via the Honorable Levin’s own “Word in the 33rd” newsletter that he, a Greenpoint resident, failed to notice/mention a Community Board meeting in his own neighborhood.* After that I got inquiries from people who have called him. They heard nothing. One highly motivated person even called Levin to tell him to call one such person back. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Hence I am imploring Greenpoint citizens to, in “Where’s Waldo” style, please, PLEASE, report any and all Levin spottings in Greenpoint (with a photo, date, time and location— feel free to add commentary) to me at:
missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.
No newspaper articles, press releases, etc. I want photos of our “public servant” serving “his”, our, community.
Your identity will remain anonymous unless you indicate otherwise.
Photo/Image Credits: The “Where’s Waldo” image comes from here. And the image of Councilman Levin comes from here.
*I later learned from an anonymous source Mr. Levin blamed this on his staff. They did not put it on his calendar. Um, okay.
I have seen this shit before. The Lone Star State refined the art of the “sidestep” long before Mr. Levin— or I— were born.
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: Where The Rainbow Ends
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
We got a nice clip of rain this afternoon, but as the Mister and I were having dinner at Casanova’s this evening the sun finally reemerged. The owner of Casanova’s went outside to take a look. I joined him.
Looking for rainbows?
I asked.
He said that, in fact, he was not but— suggested that perhaps one could be seen to the west. I disagreed:
No, it will be over there (pointing east, towards our splendid waste water treatment facility).
I went around the corner and guess what?
I was right! I went inside, grabbed my camera and hauled ass to Provost Street. The proprietor of Casanova’s was quite amused by this. To wit, I replied:
I know my shit.
If you look carefully, gentle readers, you will notice the faint trace of a second rainbow emanating from the “poop stack”. I gleefully advised the Mister of this discovery, observing:
It’s there because that’s where dreams come from!
Because of course, it is. Closing on a (downright uncanny) note of dreams, rainbows and the Shit Tits, today I completed my first (but definitely not last) Greenpoint-themed snow globe. I proudly present Superfund Me!
A big New York Shitty shout out goes to the owner of Casanova’s for keeping my pizza in the over while I went forth to chase rainbows. I just love rainbows…
This post is dedicated to Christine Holowacz who, I have learned, will be leaving her position as the Newtown Creek Monitoring Committee community liaison for the greener pastures of the Koscuiszko Bridge Project!
The Word On The Street, Part III: Land Grab
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Hooliganism, The Word On The Street
I imagine this one will require some explanation so here it is. There is a mural of sorts on Java Street between West Street and the waterfront. Basically (and this is keeping it very simple) it is a hodge podge of the five boroughs in an interesting, if slightly jarring, array of colors. That black smudge next to the smiling lady’s face is the northernmost tip of Manhattan. Do the math— or simply click here instead. If there’s one thing yours truly really loves it is a wiseass. Well done, anonymous hooligan!
The Word On The Street, Part II: Special Green Street Edition
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
I am going to go out on a limb here and state that the above depicted is probably not official DOT issue. It’s way cooler— of course with our Mayor’s “Vision Zero” initiative whose to say…
From The New York Shitty Inbox: And So It Goes…
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Planet Entitlement
April 24, 2014
May 6, 2014
Now let’s jump forward to today, June 3rd, shall we?
Here’s your “enforcement” folks.
Woman walks into park with dog. Woman let’s dog urinate on a sapling. Dog then proceeds to kick up soil and whatever grass may be present. Those who have children, take them this park and let them play in the grass may want to keep the above images in mind. This is why we do not have nice things, Garden Spotters. Of course, it can always be worse. Yesterday used hypodermic needles were found at McCarren Park.
Oh yeah: lest you are wondering, gentle readers, why Buddha graces the beginning of this post I can assure you it is not an accident. I found the enlightened one enjoying our newest piece of park space hereabouts.
The Word On The Street, Part I: The Best
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
Taken June 3, 2014.
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: NEW YORK
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
From West Street.
The Word On The Street, Part II: Pulaski Bridge
Filed under: 11101, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Newtown Creek, The Word On The Street
Taken June 1, 2014.
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