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From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Sprout
Ever had one of those moments when you find yourself thinking:
Wow, why didn’t I catch that?
Today when I checked in on my photo pool I had one. Great find, algul siento!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Pay Phone du Jour: Not So Benign Neglect
It’s been a while since I have hit you up with some abused public payphone goodness. This is because I haven’t found any that struck me as being compelling. Until I went to Grand Street, that is. There I discovered a specimen that is truly in a class of its own!
The receiver isn’t the only thing off the hook here.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Do you realize how long it would take for the base to rust through like this? This is truly impressive!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: How Not To Operate a Bicycle
Filed under: Area 51
This item comes courtesy of a reader named Jan. He writes (in an email entitled “It Had To Happen One Day”):
I was walking down Driggs headed into Northside Wburg this past Friday morning and walked into another comical edition of clowns on bikes.
Between the Union St. turn off by teh dog run and the intersection of Lorimer St. two bikers had what used to be termed “a cornfield meet”. Dude texting and listening to iPod on his bike going the wrong way down Driggs head-ons a young grrrrl going the right way down Driggs.
grrrl who is paying attention yells “WATCH OUT!!”
**LOUD BIKE BENDING CRASH NOISE**
grrrl “YOU JERK, WHY WERE YOU RIDING THE WRONG WAY??”
dude “uh, there’s no signs saying that” – continues to text
grrl “ARE YOU TEXTING NOW?? GAWD.”
dude “um sorry”
*GRRRL checks bike handlebar/wheel alignment*
grrl “YOU ASSHOLE”
**dude gets back on bike, adjusts iPod headphones, rides off a little more wobbly.“ASSHOLE!!”
**grrl is annoyed, but bike seems ok, she rides off.
We also need to tell people that Manhattan Ave is NOT a bike lane, so don’t f-in yell at old people crossing the street or pulling out of parking spaces. The bike lane is on Leonard St.
This brings me to something that really bothers me. No, it is not bicyclists. Rather, it is people who are too busy futzing with their various and sundry peripheral devices to watch where the hell they are going. Is it just me or does walking down Manhattan Avenue on any given Saturday or Sunday feel like a game of Pole Position?
Miss Heather
About the image gracing the beginning of this post: this rather nifty sculpture hails from Grand Street between Berry and Bedford Avenue.
Amusingly enough it has a sign on it admonishing people not to climb on it.
Greenpoint Fashion Watch: Pretty In Pink
The other day we had a “family unit patronize the junk shop. It was of a variety I am seeing more frequently nowadays: an affluent co-ed, her boyfriend, mom and pop. My coworker Cass and I watched in amazement as this foursome spent no less than ten minutes debating the pros and cons of a $30.00 rug. At one point the mother even asked us if we knew where it came from— as if we would know such a thing in an unexpected Antiques Roadshow moment. We answered that we had no idea. Eventually they broke down, bought the rug and went on their way. I turned to Cass and said:
I cannot imagine having the kind of life where I need a team of four people to help me purchase a rug. Seriously, it must be interesting to have the luxury of filling your head with that kind of crap.
Cass nodded in agreement and I continued:
So help me I pray to god that when I get to be that woman’s age I will not dress like that. What is it about affluent middle-aged women and the “Stevie Nicks”/urban medicine woman look? She looks like she ought to be hawking smudge sticks in Santa Fe.
We all get older. This is a fact of life no one relishes. But I gotta ask: does it have to be like this? I learned the answer to this question on Manhattan Avenue yesterday afternoon:
No, it doesn’t.
I cannot over-emphasize the Greenpoint glory of what you are seeing here. This GGilf (I will leave it to your imagination to deduce what this acronym means) not only has a rose in her flaming red hair, but is sporting a magenta leather blazer (who knew they made such things?) and coordinating plum colored micro-mini. Her ankle boots sport spiked heels (anything else on Manhattan Avenue would be passe) and her stockings were nothing short of amazing. Their pattern was a mix of sheer and opaque diamonds. Very mod.
I want to give a special New York Shitty salute to this Manhattan Avenue fashion plate. She is living proof one can be older and stylish! When I get to be this woman’s age I want to look like this. Hell, I want to look this good now!
Miss Heather
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