Chinatown Photo du Jour: 10 In A Row

A little something to encourage our friends Texas, Rhode Island, Vermont and Ohio to get out and vote today.

Miss Heather

Photo Credit: Richard Kershenbaum

Fight The Power

…Plant, that is.

As was mentioned at last month’s Town Hall Meeting, the power plant proposed to grace Bushwick Inlet is not exactly alive— but more disturbingly it isn’t dead. Next month the Siting Board meets in Albany to determine the future of this project. Which brings me an email I recently received from GWAPP:

…A vote of NO to TGE will clear the way for our 28 acre waterfront park. GWAPP urgently needs volunteers in the weeks leading up to the meeting. There are jobs big and small for anyone with some time and energy to contribute (flyers to pass out, phone calls to make, e-mails to send – easy stuff!)

PLEASE HELP!

If having a nice big power plant on the waterfront is not your cup of tea, mark your calendars: tomorrow, February 28 at 7:00 p.m. GWAPP will be conducting a brief meeting for interested volunteers. To get the full run down as to where this meeting will be conducted please shoot them an email at:

info@gwapp.org

and help put an end to this insanity once and for all.

Miss Heather

Woodside Photo du Jour

The 61 Street platform of the 7 train.

Miss Heather

Brooklyn: The Party Is Officially Over

This evening I received a most disturbing email from a reader and frequent commenter, Rexlic. He writes:

Like the hippies who carried a coffin through the streets of Haight-Ashbury in the fall of ’67 to mark the “The Death of the Hippie,” we can now mark the death of NYC, as hipster/huppie/yupster/yunnie/bobo life reaches critical mass outside Manhattan.

What precipitated this ominous statement you ask? Well, in a nutshell, this.

When one finds fliers like this in Crown Heights you know the fat log lady has indeed sung in our fine borough. Don’t take my word for it: point and click you way over to Trip In Brooklyn and read for yourself. The horror.

Miss Heather

Photo Credit: Trip In Brooklyn

TOMORROW: Children’s Clothing and Toy Swap

 

Tomorrow, Monday, February 18 from 12:00 – 4:00 p.m. the Greenpoint Reformed Church will be conducting a children’s clothing and toy swap. All admission fees will be used to fund their soup kitchen. Here are the deets from their web site:

Please set aside your clean, gently worn and new items that your child no longer wears or uses. All baby and kids items 0-5 years are welcome (including shoes, books, toys, and all accessories) . Swap and take home your favorites for free. All unclaimed items will donated directly to children in need at the Henry Street Settlement in Manhattan.

How the Swap will work: We will have tables set up with sections designated for age/size. Parents/caregivers will place their unwanted items in the appropriate age/size sections and then they are free to take any items from any other section.

If you would like to bring your items to the church before the Swap, you may drop off items on Sunday, Feb. 17 between 1:00 and 4:00 p.m. and on Monday, Feb. 18 between 10:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m.

If you cannot attend the Swap and would like to donate your child’s items, we will make a few pick-ups. Please e-mail Jill Corson Lake at:

jillcorson [at]yahoo[dot]com

to schedule a time.

COST: $5 per adult with at least a grocery sized bag of items, $10 per adult without a bag. Kids are free. Proceeds of the admission fee will be contributed to the Greenpoint Church Soup Kitchen.

We encourage expecting parents to attend the Swap, too!!!

Greenpoint Reformed Church
136 Milton Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
(718) 383-5941

This is not only a great idea (why some people see fit to outlay so much money towards for designer fettle for toddlers is beyond me— they only grow out of them— and FAST!), but it is also an excellent opportunity to meet some of your fellow Greenpoint parents. Why not take a little time (and a bag or two of little clothes) and make some new friends?

Miss Heather

The Bedford Stuyvesant Baby Pole

Some of you might be wondering why I have developed a fascination with this neighborhood. Well, if the coffin dragster, reefer leaf sign, a thugged-out Wimpy or this fail to help you understand why a person such of myself would be enamored with this area, maybe the following will.

What the hell is this, you ask?

It’s the Bed-Stuy Baby pole.

And by “baby pole” I mean a pole with babies affixed to it.

Any questions?

Miss Heather

P.S.: When I was a graduate teaching assistant/fellow a number of my students went through a phase where they incorporated doll parts into their art work. So much so that it became a cliche. Why oh why couldn’t one of them have produced something like this? I would have given this an “A+”.

V.D. Is For Everybody!

This morning before Mr. Heather left the house he leaned over my side of the bed, kissed me and announced:

Happy V.D.!

To wit I groggily mumbled: “Go away.”

Most of you reading this are too young remember the following public service announcement. I don’t— I wasn’t even born yet. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth playing a few times at your desk for the edification of your coworkers. Be sure to crank up the volume and don’t be surprised if you find yourself singing along. This little ditty is very catchy.

Miss Heather

Bed-Stuy Photo du Jour

I can kick myself for not writing down the address where this lovely mural is located. Then again, I was walking in a snowstorm and consequently had other things on my mind. Today many of you will be busy making plans for Valentine’s Day. In between making dinner reservations and buying flowers please take a moment to give thanks for the many contributions African Americans have made to our country.

Happy Black History Month from New York Shitty!

Miss Heather

Happy Valentine’s Day From New York Shitty

I can’t say this is my favorite holiday (in you you haven’t noticed, I’m not really a box of chocolates and bouquet of flowers kind of gal), but even I can’t resist posting this amorous parking meter.

Lovely Rita meter maid, nothing can come between us,

When it gets dark I tow your heart away

Standing by a parking meter, when I caught a glimpse of Rita,

Filling in a ticket in her little white book

In a cap she looked much older, and the bag across her shoulder,

Made her look a little like a military man

Lovely Rita meter maid, may I inquire discreetly,

When are you free to take some tea with me?

Miss Heather