Reader Question Of The Week: The Chimes
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Karyn (from Diamond and Norman) writes:
I have been stumped, and now I am moving into madness. For MONTHS now, every couple hours (sometimes more) I hear a “chime” go off in Greenpoint. It repeats itself maybe 4 times in a row, and goes away- whole event lasting less than a minute, then, silence.
Suddenly, and without warning, nor pattern, it begins again.
Sometimes an hour later, sometimes longer. WHY!??! I have asked many Greenpointers and all we can agree on is that it is making us bonkers. Is this the point?
Help us.
Anyone have a theory about the source of this mystery noise? Perhaps it is coming from a church? Thoughts, anyone?
Miss Heather
This Is Really Cool
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The Greenpoint Reformed Church’s lovely old fireplace has merited the attention of the New York Times! This is a really interesting little article —by all means do give it a read!
Miss Heather
Dear Department Of Homeland Security
False alarm. Please refrain from casing or otherwise harassing the patrons of the Russian Orthodox Church at 228 North 12th Street, Williamsburg (if you are engaged in such activities, like I’d know). It’s not their fault they were labeled as being a Mosque on this handbag.
Anyone who has walked around McCarren Park knows this edifice (which sports a number of crosses gracing its “onion domes”) as the Russian Orthodox Cathedral of the Transfiguration of Our Lord. Crosses = Christianity. Minarets = Muslims. This church was retrofitted with minarets.
This church, our church, wasn’t. Muslims (many of whom I call neighbors and friends) refrain from this kind of showmanship. That’s the way they are. The above-depicted crosses are a uniquely Orthodox kind of thing. Saw it in Astoria, see it here. To each their own.
I honestly don’t care what (if any) god my neighbors worship: good people are good people— and I have the pleasure of knowing a lot of good people here in Greenpoint. That said, I prefer the company of those savvy enough to decipher an Orthodox Church from a Mosque. If you’re going to profit off my neighborhood get it right. This is not rocket science.
Miss Heather
BIG PROPS for this post: al oof
…have you seen the williamsburg tote bag? there is so much not to like about it, but the main things that stick out to me are the misuse of the term ‘greater’ (to mean a little bit more than) in reference to Greenpoint (it’s all of Greenpoint, but only some of Williamsburg) and the mislabeling of the Russian orthodox church on McCarren park as “The Mosqueâ€.
P.S.: This church is technically in Williamsburg. But their P.O. Box is in Greenpoint — or would that be “Greater Williamsburg”? 😉
Pulaski Day Post Script
Earlier today Joey Arak (of Curbed) insinuated that Greenpoint wasn’t cool enough for t-shirt status. I agree. Greenpoint is most decidedly UNCOOL: mine is a community of non-joiners and misfits. Nonetheless The Garden Spot of the Universe should have its own damned t-shirt anyway. Here’s why:
- We have the most beautiful sewage treatment plant in the history of man.*
- The digester tanks (at the aforementioned plant) look like boobies and glow in a blue hue at night.
- Where else in Brooklyn (or New York Shitty in general) are you gonna see (and hear) shit like this?
This cavalcade of Polish pride tore by my apartment last night at 9:00 p.m. It took the Mister by surprise. I was prepared. George W. Bush II would have been proud.
Mr. Heather: (WTF)
Miss Heather: You forgot Poland.
Mr. Heather: What the New York Times wrote was true. There were at least twice as many SUV’s last year.
Miss Heather
Video Credit: The Gowanus Lounge.
*One which also happens to handle Stuyvesant Town’s crap. 😉
Atlantic Antic Wrap-up Part II: Greenpoint Represents!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
So today we have learned that my fair burgh (in the eyes of one t-shirt company staffed by INCREDIBLY NICE PEOPLE) doesn’t merit inclusion on a piece of apparel outlining the neighborhoods of Brooklyn. No worries, we Greenpointers made our presence known. I was not only accompanied on my foray to Atlantic Avenue goodness by the ever-lovely (and hilarious) Bitchcakes and a very talented friend of mine named Rowan (you can see their pix from the Antic by clicking here and here) but a couple members of Greenpoint’s business community were present as well.
True to form Bret was busy slinging Wine Cellar sorbet to hungry (or would that be thirsty?) street fair goers. For those of you who are not in the know, Wine Cellar Sorbets is located on Kent Street just west of Franklin Street. Their delicious products can be purchased at The Garden. Try the Rose, it is delicious!
Wine Cellar Sorbets
(via The Garden)
921 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Contrary to what the content of this blog might suggest I take great delight in beautiful things. More specifically: I LOVE orchids. If I thought such a delicate plant would stand a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving my horticultural skills (and cats) my apartment would be teeming with them. I stick with the artificial kind instead. The previous having been said you can imagine my glee when I saw this.
This.
These.
And these.
Those are real flowers. Smitten (and financially “light” after making a very carefully considered sock monkey acquisition*), I made a mad dash for the stack of business cards gracing this booth. When I did I made a very interesting discovery.
This lovely jewelry is made in none other than the Garden Spot of the Universe: Greenpoint!
I spoke briefly with the founder of this company: Andrzej Bialuski. He’s a really nice guy. Those of you interested in purchasing one of his lovely creations can do so via Hanami’s web site, Etsy or at the Christmas Fair at Union Square later this year.
Hanami
214 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Prices start at ~$45.00, which when you consider labor and the cost of materials (resin is expensive and a pain to work with kids— I speak from experience when I write this) that’s pretty darned cheap!
Miss Heather
*I had to settle for a bottle “Greenpoint Grape” soda instead.
Atlantic Antic Wrap-up Part I: What Is Wrong With This Picture?
When I saw this t-shirt from a distance I thought to myself:
Great, finally a Brooklyn shirt I can send to my dad!
Pa Heather has been hassling me for a new shirt for months. Then of course I realized it was missing something: namely the Garden Spot of The Universe! Does Williamsburg really deserve this much space? Really?
Otherwise Greenpoint did indeed represent at this year’s Atlantic Antic. Stay tuned to find out who and how!
Miss Heather
P.S.: As a matter of fact this piece of apparel is missing quite a few noteworthy nabes. I wonder what Best View In Brooklyn or Sheepshead Bites would make of this?
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Failure To Communicate
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Bitchcakes writes:
Heather, the same car I mentioned this morning was still there when I got home tonight.
I’ll keep an eye on the spot and send you any others.
Yes, it would appear that there are some people that simply cannot be reached.
Not even with two foot tall text.
Miss Heather
Photo Credit: Bitchcakes
Subway Poster du Jour: M-I-C-K-E-Y
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From the Queens-bound platform of the Crosstown Local at Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Man’s Best Friend*
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
*Graffiti cat’s worst enemy.
From Kent Street.
Miss Heather
Photo Credit: Mister Heather
TODAY: Homage to Paul Newman
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Tonight East Coast Aliens is hosting a very special “pick pick” night featuring one of my favorite actors: Paul Newman. Cat On A Hot Tin Roof or Cool Hand Luke. You choose the movie. Doors open at 8:30 p.m. and the film of choice starts at 9:00 p.m. Lest any of you are wondering how I am going to cast my vote, I’ll proffer a clue:
Pick Pick Night: Paul Newman R.I.P.
East Coast Aliens
216 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
And lest I failed to communicate: this event is FREE. Gratis. No mulah whatsoever.
I suspect that’s the way Mr. Newman would want it. So he gets it. I like it just as much as you do.
Miss Heather
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