Word Of The Day: Boob
Filed under: 11211, Bloomblight, Culture War, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
When I showed the above images to my buddy at Bad Advice yesterday she was non-plussed. Then I pointed a rather, um, well-worn copy of Irresistibility that was located 6 feet in front of said “installation”.
We chuckled. Naturally when I got home I researched this tome. Here’s my favorite passage per amazon across the pond:
Irresistibility comes from the persuasive pen of Philippa Davies, a psychologist who numbers Tony Blair amongst the high-profile clientele she has coached in self-presentation skills. In today’s competitive market place, “it is no longer enough to be good at what we do, we have to be able to sell our skills to the world”, she opines, before launching into a training course of confidence-building and sales psychology techniques to ensure that we capitalise on our under-exploited potential.
Her philosophy to becoming personally and professionally irresistible operates on both internal and external levels. In tandem with underlining the importance of believing in ourselves, running through tricks to counter low self-esteem and overcome the negative thought patterns that prevent us from reaching our goals, she shows us how to dazzle the outside world with a display of confidence and capability. Self-assurance is the key to selling ourselves as desirable commodities: after all, “if you don’t believe in what you’re selling, how do you expect anyone else to?” And even if at first we are only bluffing, the positive feedback we will receive through projecting irresistibility will help us to sell ourselves even more successfully.
This combination of inner-self stroking and targeted strategy looks set to become an instant classic and makes indispensable reading for all of us who know we could do better. After reading this, there are no excuses!
My observation from the other side: boobs help. Take Sarah Palin, for example.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Real Estate Hilarity Du Jour: We Know What You Did Last Summer
Is it just me or is this ad copy (to be found at 66 North 1st Street) utterly hilarious— albeit in a cringe-worthy/gallows humor kind of way?
Here’s the “original factory building” in question (courtesy of Brownstoner).
And here are some shots of people partying in said “original factory building”.
After Labor Day I thought the good times would end. They didn’t. September 15, 2010 a commenter writes:
So, I went to the last open house of this condo (I thought I had done my research, but I guess I missed this whole fiasco.) This explains some of the weird things dirty aspects of a few of the units: there was some liquid spilled all over the counter that the brokers didn’t bother to clean up (thought it was coffee, but now I’m sure it was something more sinister), there was a creepy collection of VHS tapes scattered about, and one of the bathrooms literally smelled like piss. So, thank you New York Shitty. You’ve helped me and hopefully several other people the dodge a bullet of this poorly maintained shithole.
Shortly after posting the above gem I received an email from a neighbor of this building (September 16, 2010):
So, 66 North 1st had another party about 3 weekends ago. This one was on the roof and in the apartments, and noise wasn’t too much of a problem. The units had either very low light, or red light bulbs. You can see why they would want to show the place that way when you view the building in daylight. The building has some serious rusting issues already. I’ll try and send a photo later today.
Same song, different verse. What I find particularly creepy is the use of a manhole cover for these (ostensibly) luxury accommodations. I have seen a number of exploding manholes in my day. And exposed brick, stainless steel appliances and high ceilings had nothing to do with it.*
Miss Heather
*Rather it had to do with Con Ed and watching manholes explode on Greenpoint Avenue— over drinks— at Splendid.
This post is dedicated to my good friend and mentor: Robert Guskind. He— above anyone else— would appreciate the utter absurdity and abject nature of this post.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Scary Monsters
It would appear yours truly’s favorite spot in Williamsburg has been bitten by the Halloween spirit— or would that be zombie scouts?
Miss Heather
Spotted On North 6 Street: Zombies!
As I was walking around this lovely afternoon you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a horde of zombies on North 6 Street. One of them, the following lady, was nice enough to permit me to take her picture.
Me:
You know, I wasn’t really expecting to see zombies on North 6 Street. Not during the day, anyway. After dark is another matter whatsoever.
This made her laugh.
Naturally I had to know what this was all about— and she told me!
Ghoul Scout Zombie Massacre
I can hardly wait to see this (undoubtedly) cinematic masterpiece. I loves me some zombies!
Miss Heather
Greenburg Photos Du Jour: LOST
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Today I spotted not one but two lost cat fliers during my peregrinations in Greenpoint and Williamsburg this afternoon. Without further ado here they are.
I spotted this one at North 5th & Berry Street so I am guessing this guy (or gal— it is not specified) hails from the immediate area.
No gender is indicated here either— but it is certainly a lot more clear as to where this handsome tabby calls home: 123 Java Street. If you have seen either of this prodigal pussies (or know of their whereabouts) please contact their respective “people” at the above-listed telephone numbers. Thanks!
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: Williamsburg Bridge, Part II
Having featured one great shot of this bridge earlier today (and discovering this lovely item in my photo pool) I cannot resist passing along another one. This was taken by entropymedia. Nice capture!
Miss Heather
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