Greenpoint Lost And Found
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Regrettably the opening for this has come and gone. However, I took a look-see this evening and I have to tell you: these photographs are pretty darned neat. By all means give this show a whirl. It is completely worth contemplating over a cocktail (or two)!
Greenpoint Lost And Found
(Large-scale photographic prints by Chris Randall)
January 3-31, 2008
t.b.d. Brooklyn
224 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Man Contemplating Discarded Lotto Ticket
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Norman Avenue.
Miss Heather
TOMORROW: Saying Goodbye To Casa Mon Amour
Filed under: Williamsburg
As some of you might have noticed Casa Mon Amour has been shuttered since January 2nd. After a number of bureaucratic hurdles and tough financial times (of which anyone operating a business in Greenpoint can attest) Beatrice has decided to call it quits. Those of you who had the pleasure of knowing Beatrice (as I have) and wish to thank her for the laughter, good times and (what is by all accounts) the best sangria ever to grace the Garden Spot should swing by tomorrow, January 6th, and tender your kindest regards.
Goodbye, Beatrice. You will be missed!
Casa Mon Amour
162 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Semantics
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Berry Street.
Miss Heather
The Viridian Blooms!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Those of you who have read this blog know I have no affection for this development. For reasons only known to him Magic Johnson decided to fund/put his face on this, The Viridian (a fancy word for green, as in Green Street, in Greenpoint and how much “green” are you willing to outlay? $400,000 for starters.), in the name of urban renewal.
Urban renewal suggests blight. When I first moved to this block 110-130 Green Street housed businesses: a bus depot and stone worker’s shop. I can’t honestly say I liked having buses coming and going all hours of the night past my apartment. I didn’t. On the other hand I knew this came with living in an “industrial” neighborhood and with such businesses come jobs and tax revenue. Then came the rezone and shortly thereafter the Viridian.
I never experienced blight until Magic and his funky bunch moved in. Green Street has never been pretty— but it got a helluva lot uglier after Magic razed one third of it. Graffiti, garbage— LOTS OF GARBAGE, junkies shooting up and nodding off (on his illegally parked construction equipment) is what I will always remember the Viridian for. A condominium complex purported to sport such luxe accommodations as a concierge, rooftop cabanas, virtual golf, etc. A testament to progress and and urban renewal.
As of January 3, 2009 here’s what I saw:
A contextually inappropriate, shoddily built and VERY UGLY pile of crap. Let’s have a virtual auction my fellow Greenpointers. How much would you pay to rent a 500 square foot apartment in this dump? I’ll start the bidding at $500. One dollar per square foot.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Broke On Bedford
Filed under: Williamsburg
From the look of things I’d say this person’s fund raising effort was either successful enough to merit dispensing the signage or he simply gave up.
Miss Heather
P.S.: On a related note when I walked by this encampment (on Berry Street) last night I shit you not they were watching an evening news feature about the economy. And chuckling quite heartily.
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Moonlit Sneaks
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Norman Avenue.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Blind Item: Anti-Semitism For Sale
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Before I proceed with today’s blind item I would like to share how I kicked off the New Year with you. I awoke in the afternoon to the sound of Mister Heather babbling on the telephone. I quickly deduced that I was the subject of the conversation after I heard the following:
…she was born the same year I was. She’s older than me. Yeah, we’re closer to 40 now than we are to 30. It doesn’t bother me any though.
He then proceeded to expound upon this upbeat topic by pointing out that we have a few years left before health insurance starts getting expensive. While on the toilet. Wearing the very suit nature provided him. I later learned the Mister was talking to his mother.
Why was my husband talking to my mother-in-law about my age while using the crapper buck naked, you ask? This is an excellent question. One I initially mulled over positing but soon thought the better of it. I had already started off the day on a rotten enough note and —knowing full it could (and probably would) get worse— I saw no need to push the matter.
The way I see it you really can’t do anything about getting older so why bother with it? Besides, I had dinner to prepare. I mention the previous anecdote because when I checked my email this morning I came across an item that made my New Year’s experience seem downright quaint, if a wee bit amusing by comparison. S writes:
yeah, I was at the (excised) St/Manhattan Ave bodega re-upping my 24 oz PBR requirements when I asked the owner if he was staying open later on account of new years eve. He replied that “he’s not a greedy Jew” I told him that it’s not fair to categorize folk and he of course asked if I was Jewish which then led him to change the subject and say “for the 6th time happy new year…
I can think of a number of reasons one could bust S‘s chops over his/her selection of beer: PBR is nasty and over-priced. A six pack of Shaeffer works just as well, is less expensive and doesn’t have all the hipster baggage. But my criticism of S’s taste in beer (to each their own— as long as I don;t have to drink the stuff I don’t care) is not to suggest he/she deserved to be subjected to abuse for asking what was a very legitimate and innocuous question: will you be open late on New Year’s Eve? A simple “yes” or “no” would have sufficed.
I may very well be getting older but for the life of me I still haven’t figured out why people take the time and energy to spout this kind of garbage. We should be using our precious time being nice to one another. Life would be a lot easier for everyone if people would quit fixating on WHAT a person is and pay attention to WHO they are. Seriously.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Tighty Whities
Filed under: Williamsburg
From North 6th Street.
Miss Heather
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