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Greenpoint Photo du Jour: God Bless America
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Mr. Steve might have been “BLESSED & SAVED BY GRACE”, but yesterday Monitor Street smelled like ass.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Speaking of shit that stinks, check this out.
The above image probably looks familiar to a number of you. That’s because I featured it on New York Shitty last Sunday. Well, a certain web site decided to feature it yesterday.
They were even nice enough to place their own watermark on it. Unfettered by such vagaries as copyright law or intellectual property they saw fit to neither link to the site where this photograph came from (New York Shitty) or give credit to the person who took the trouble to shoot and annotate it (yours truly).
Finding fun (and sometimes not so fun) material to post on this web site often involves a lot of time and footwork on my part. I have no complaints; it is a labor of love— what’s more I enjoy sharing this stuff and giving people a much-needed laugh. Rather, my complaint stems from having my work used without permission or even a simple citation. This is unacceptable.
UPDATE 2/19/08: I made my discontentment known College Humor via email. Not only was the person who contacted me very nice, but he promptly removed this image. Thanks guys.
And Then There Were Four
Filed under: Crazy Cat Lady
I am sad to announce that Chateau de Ghetto has lost one of their own. After a week of being shuttled from the veterinarian to an animal hospital in Brooklyn and from that hospital to another another one in Manhattan, today we had to put our cat Tortilla to sleep. He was 14 years old.
I cannot say that Tortilla and I had the easiest relationship. On top of not liking my cats (foisted upon him), he was aggressive, mean-spirited and not terribly bright (the above photograph was taken two years ago when I caught him eating laundry detergent). But he was our “meathead” and he will be very missed. Even by me.
Miss Heather
The Bedford Stuyvesant Baby Pole
Filed under: Area 51
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+”.
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: X-Rated on McGuinness Boulevard
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
It looks like the brains behind the Bedford Avenue beaver has finally struck in Greenpoint.
Miss Heather
Bushwick Photo du Jour: Jousting Birdhouses
Filed under: Bushwick
From Jefferson Street.
Miss Heather
Ninth Ring of Hell on Franklin Street
If there is indeed a City of Dis, I am certain Karl Fischer “architect” designed it.
Case in point:
This is 198 Franklin Street.
This is 198 Franklin on Karl Fischer. (My hell.)
Any questions?
Karl Fischer:
That’s what makes parts of Brooklyn so special. You have all of these rowhouses, townhouses, smaller-scale developments, more neighborhood-friendly developments. You have more open space. The quality of life in this way is going to be preserved in Brooklyn.
Which “parts of Brooklyn” are “so special”, Karl? Clearly Greenpoint and Williamsburg are not among of them. Unless filling your wallet at our aesthetic expense makes us special— in which case Greenpoint and Williamsburg are:
If you (or the little wizards under your employ) did any research or “Googled” 198 Franklin Street Karl, you’d know India Street runs eastward— not westward as your rendering depicts. Here’s a primer.
The above automobile is using India Street incorrectly.
The man driving this heating oil truck has the right idea. I’m certain the upscale tenants of 198 Franklin will love the hum of trucks and savor the scenic views of photographic/pornographic indiscretions next door.
From the balconies you designed Karl, the “NEW Greenpoint affluent influx” can sip drinks and watch their neighbors demonstrate and conduct sleep-ins next door. What a deal!
I assure you, Mr. Fischer, it is a minor inconvenience. These displaced people renters only demonstrate quarterly.
Miss Heather
P.S.: The trees and upwardly mobile honkies are a hoot, by the way. Last time I walked by 198 Franklin I watched a bum sniff a gently-used bottle of Smirnoff Ice. It was not up to snuff. At ten in the morning, anyway. I’m certain your condo will make this location (and the local potions) more enticing.
Crosstown Local Cavalcade Volume VI: Looking For Love
(…in all the wrong places.)
Waiting for the G train can in and of itself be a chore. This task is not made any easier when I am forced to look at this lady.
And look at her (“twins”) I have for the better part of two months.
I can only hope the above commentary is true. Now that the writer’s strike is over maybe they will dispense with this affluenzic clap trap.
Time and time again I wonder to myself why our society has such a fascination with wealth. Seriously, who could possibly find this drech interesting? Nobody I know does. Well, I recently got the answer to the aforementioned question on the Manhattan-bound platform of the L train at Lorimer Street.
Nice rollers.
Miss Heather
Valentine’s Day Photo du Jour: Bushwick
Filed under: Bushwick
From Central Avenue.
Miss Heather
V.D. Is For Everybody!
Filed under: Area 51
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
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