Thought Of The Day
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Yesterday afternoon I was walking along Commercial Street as the clouds were rolling in. When I reached Franklin Street I stopped and looked up. What I beheld was quite amazing.
It was at that moment I realized I don’t care what people say. Greenpoint is beautiful.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: STOP
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
You know what they say:
If at first you don’t succeed try, try again!
Or better yet just correct your errant Spanish with a different shade of spray paint. As with any choice find such as this one (which hails from Clay Street) the true Greenpoint glory is to be found in the details.
The above caveat reads as follows:
!!! Be careful !!! There may be a booby trap on this door!!
Please accept my sincerest apologies, dear readers, for the poor quality of the second image. For reasons I suspect you can understand I didn’t want to get too close to this gent’s “shit”.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Lest any of you are wondering what “puto” means click here.
Choice Pickin’s From The Greenpoint Grapevine
A good friend of mine recently asked me if I had seen this. In fact, I had. But the Gowanus Lounge beat me to the punch writing an angry missive about it. Nonetheless my favorite passage from David Yassky’s apologia for selling us out reads as follows:
In the supermarket, a few days before the vote, an older man approached me, told me he had voted for me, and told me he didn’t like the term limits extension. But then he said: “Whatever you do, I trust you to do the right thing”.
“Older men” in “supermarkets” do not a constituency make, Dave. I find the previous variety of pedantic and paternalistic pud-yanking not only self-indulgent but also condescending. Politicos who rattle off such rhetoric do not engender my trust. I am not an “older man” in your “supermarket.” I am an angry 30-something broad in Greenpoint. I seriously doubt you’d rub elbows with the like of me. Do you remember Greenpoint, Yassky? What about 184 Kent Street in Williamsburg? Or did Ken Fisher and 184 Kent Avenue Associates help you to forget? In any case, I haven’t.
The fact of the matter is I do not have a set opinion on term limits for the simple reason it is dependent on whose term one seeks to limit. Incompetent and/or corrupt officials should be disposed of post haste; good ones should have a shot at a third term. It’s the way Bloomie, you, et. al. went about it that irks me, Dave.
But I do know that we are in a period of extraordinary challenge, and that voters may well value stability and experience in the City government.
Cloaking one’s hypocrisy with self-righteous rhetoric and trumping the “fear” card only pisses me off more. What’s more, I am not alone. This city will go on without you.
Anonymous writes:
I’m writing you because I got a crazy idea in my head last week: I’m going to run for the city’s 33rd council seat (Yassky’s). I’m openly pandering for a Newyorkshitty endorsement. I honestly think that if I lined up the support of bloggers from Greenpoint to Brooklyn Heights, I might have a snowball’s chance of unseating a two term incumbent.*
The petition to get on the democratic ticket will not be circulated until next June, so I’ve got some time to line up support and I’m starting with you. As for a platform, I’m going to be running on my unequaled building code and zoning expertise. Considering the rampant development in CC District 33, I think I’m the best person to reign in development in the ‘hood…
I will not divulge the identity of this pretender to David Yassky’s throne but I will toss out a few deets:
- He/she is a Greenpointer.
- He/she is qualified to hold his office.
- He/she is sick of Yassky’s shit.
As am I. How about you?
Miss Heather
*Or give Yassky the hell he so richly deserves.
P.S.: Those of you who are interested to know how Wolf Block/Ken Fisher has played for pay in this city (and beyond) should click here. It ain’t just north Brooklyn kiddos! Ken’s one busy boy!
Halloween Video du Jour: Miss Heather Goes To Clinton Hill
Yesterday it came to my attention via Gothamist that some folks had the temerity to say Greenpoint Halloween goodness is second to that to be found in Clinton Hill. hulaedwyn wrote:
This is pretty great, but IMHO, the house at 313 Clinton Ave in Brooklyn is better. And they have a show.
rarelement kicks it up a notch by stating:
This is NOTHING. Come to Clinton Avenue between DeKalb and Lafayette in Brooklyn on Halloween night…
Sure, Clinton Hill may roll out a good show come Halloween— but what about decapitated heads puking up blood? Satanic clowns? Or green vomit? This is the stuff the Garden Spot of the Universe is made of dear readers —and not exclusively on October 31 either! In my fair burgh every day is Halloween.
To this end I whipped out my Metrocard and headed down to Clinton Hill to see what all the fuss was about.
It is not my wish to diss my fellow G train travelers to the south. Rather, I suspect they espouse a different philosophy than we do up north. Namely, they think Halloween is for kids.
chuzzlewit got it right when she wrote about the above menagerie:
we live close to here, every october my daughter wants to move. we spend the whole month talking her down.
Night terrors and bed-wetting are what Halloween is really about. To Greenpoint adults, anyway.
Humor your neighbors to the north, Clinton Hill. We have beheld the true face of terror: it has six legs and a taste for blood!
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can see pix from my brief Clinton Hill excursion by clicking here.
Crosstown Local Photos du Jour: Big Trouble In Little Poland?
As I was riding home on the Queens-bound G train yesterday evening I spied a missive scrawled upon the above advertisement. Curiosity got the better of me; I walked over and took a closer look.
Perhaps I am reading too much into this but given what happened the last time Germany got uppity and the fact I live in “Little Poland” this makes me a little nervous. Greenpoint will be the first to fall. Then Deutschland will cop a free transfer at Metropolitan Avenue and hop on the Canarsie-bound L. Ridgewood and Maspeth will undoubtedly follow.
Watch out Brighton Beach, you’ll be next!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Lollypop!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From the Greenpoint Manufacturing & Design Center.
Miss Heather
TONIGHT: Contextual Re-zoning
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This evening at the Greenpoint Savings Bank the Department of City Planning Department will present their much-anticipated contextual zoning proposal and answer questions from the public. This plan will cover approximately 175 blocks in Greenpoint and Williamsburg and is intended to prevent new out-of-scale development by establishing height limits. It also purports to “create opportunities for affordable housing through the inclusionary housing program”. (I’ll believe anything pertaining to affordable housing in this neighborhood when I see it, thank you very much.) Check it out!
Contextual Zoning Presentation
October 29, 2008, 6:30 p.m.
Greenpoint Savings Bank (AKA: Capital One)
807 Manhattan Avenue (please use side entrance on Calyer)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Boobification Photo du Jour: McGolrick Park
At last weekend’s Halloween Dog Parade & Party at McGolrick Park I noticed Woody (of Brooklyn Kitchen fame) was not sporting a costume. I brought this to Taylor’s attention and (being an evil-minded person like myself) she consented to let me give him a boob-over.
Believe it or not I don’t think he seem to mind much.
Miss Heather
What Is This?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I spied this storefront at the intersection Franklin and Eagle Street last weekend. Although this space has been occupied for some time, I noticed the windows now read “Ruby Supplies”.
Whatever “Rubys” is it’s pretty darned big; it extends into the adjacent storefront (at 225 Franklin). It does not appear to be a bar or a restaurant. Anyone have an idea what is going on here? If so, please share!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos du Jour: Monday Afternoon
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
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