New York Shitty Day Ender: Street Seating Selections
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Shabby Chic & Three-legged Chair, Norman Avenue, 11222
Northside Naugahyde, North 12 Street, 11211
Armless with Smirnoff, North 10 Street, 11211
Disemboweled & Fabulous, Calyer Street 11222
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: The fantastic find from Calyer Street comes courtesy of Caryn Rose.
Southside Street Seating Du Jour: Up In Smoke
From South 4 Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post goes out to the peeps at Boing Boing for linking to my “Edie’s Big Adventure” post. The resulting traffic was enough to crash my server. Thanks for the blog love guys (and gals)!
New York Shitty Day Ender: Ring My Bell
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
From Green Street.
Miss Heather
Southside Degentrification Watch: Street Furniture Selections
Today I decided to take a walk to Grand Ferry Park. I do this when I need some peace and quiet (and believe you me, after all the Greenpoint Nazi/homophobia stuff I really needed it). In so doing I discovered some stellar pieces of street furniture. Here they are.
RIVER STREET RECLINERS
On a beatific day such as this, who wants to stay outdoors? Pop out those bucket seats and get some sun! Ingenious.
KENT AVENUE FUTON
I found this one to be absolutely breathtaking. This is because it smelled so fucking bad I was gasping for air! And now the piece de resistance…
SOUTH 1 STREET: ANNOTATED
If my memory serves me correctly this mattress has inhabited South 1st Street for about a month. Note the “No Dumping” sign in the background. So it goes. Anyhoo, in the elapsing time this item has been employed as an ad hoc public forum/chatroom.
Sleep’n on the street. Struglin.
Bedbuggin’ out!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos du Jour: Zeitgeist
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
Today’s “day starter” was probably a more than ample indication that I kicked off this beautiful day in a rotten mood. For those of you who are not “in the loop” I will use this post as my personal wailing wall:
- Friday morning Chez Shitty had neither heat nor hot water.
- Friday night Chez Shitty had heat and hot water.
- Saturday night Chez Shitty had ample heat and NO hot water.
- Sunday morning Chez Shitty was sweltering but no hot water was to be had from our taps.
After some investigation on the Mister’s and my part we deduced that only one of the three plumbing stacks in our building were, in fact, providing hot water. Or to put it another way: only one third of our building had hot water. Yet we were the first and to my knowledge, ONLY, people to complain about this. Go figure.
I consider myself to be a pretty simple person. I don’t ask for much. Life promises very little other than paying taxes and dying. I endeavor to use the time I have to enjoying myself, getting to know people and helping make my neighborhood a better place for those who are here presently and those will (inevitably) come.
The previous are difficult to do when one’s hair looks reminiscent of Don King in his prime and one’s skin is itching for lack of proper hygiene. A number of people (the Mister included) romanticize foreign locales or “the good old days”. I am not one of these people. I do not want to live in a world without:
- Penicillin
- Woman having the right to vote
- Legalized birth control
- Indoor plumbing/sanitation
And the all too relevant subcategory under “Indoor plumbing/sanitation”: HOT WATER. Does this make me arrogant American? I think not. I believe the latter most three points to be a human right (as a majority of humans populating planet earth are women). The first is a given— or if it isn’t— it should be.
Then again, I think feminine hygiene products (and birth control, for that matter) should be free. This may strike some as socialism but I see it as common sense. Viagra and its numerous brethren are covered by many health care plans in New York State but birth control and maxi pads aren’t. And now, thanks to certain politicians those who may have to seek the recourse of abortion, can’t .*
A friend of mine was once told (by a female practitioner, no less):
If you want to play, you gotta pay.
What is wrong with this picture? As I made it clear at the beginning of this post, dear readers, I am NOT in a good mood. But I digress.
This morning I was faced with two options:
- Stay home and fume over having no hot water.
- Go for a walk and fume over having no hot water.
I chose the latter. Follow are highlights from my jaunt with commentary. Enjoy!
MANHATTAN AVENUE
Anyone who has ever has to stand in line at Rite Aid (which is where this missive hails from) will understand the author’s state of mind. It’s almost as bad as our Post Office. ALMOST.
NORMAN AVENUE
A stuffed dog. On a leash. 100% Greenpoint.
GRAHAM AVENUE
A flickr contact of mine, Jon Feinstein (a very talented photographer), documented something identical to this in Williamsburg. He tagged his photograph as being “antisemitism”. I’m not certain if that is what is going on here.
But this annotation certainly suggests antisemitism on someone’s part. Which party, I do not know.
And last, but hardly least, what is probably the best piece of street seating I have ever beheld!
FRANKLIN STREET
EAT SHIT!
Clearly I was not the only person who was in a shitty mood today.
Miss Heather
*Those of you who take issue with “House Vote 884” AKA: The “Stupak” Amendment, click here for a list of who was naughty and nice.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Tete a Tete
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
This discarded duo (from Hausman Street) made me smile. And I am certain wherever he is Bob Guskind is smiling too. Today would have been his 51st birthday. This one’s for you, Bob. You might be gone, but you are not forgotten.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Furniture Du Jour: Corduroy
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
From Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Street Furniture Selections
Filed under: 11206, 11222, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Street Furniture, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Eviscerated on Catherine Street.
Existentialist angst on Grattan.
And antisemitism on Moore. If this is supposed to be funny or “ironic” I am not getting the joke.
Hatred is not a laughing matter.
Miss Heather
P.S.: While I am (titularly) on the subject of north Brooklyn Nazis, check this out. It is pretty intense. Special thanks go out to Amanda for bringing this to my attention.
UPDATE, 6:33 p.m.: Apparently a Facebook group has been formed to battle Greenpoint Nazi Skinheads. See the comments section for more details.
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