Something Neat: Monitor Arms
Ever since I wrote the post about John Alexander’s fence I have been paying a lot more attention to the cast ironwork that graces many a building in north Brooklyn. Most of it is more or less identical. There is, however, a real gem to be found at 680 Manhattan Avenue.
Lest you cannot read the text above the door (which is obstructed by a fire escape) it reads “Monitor Arms”.
When the opportunity presents itself, dear readers do check this out in person. Not only is the “Monitor Arms” a really neat piece of living history but it is also helluva lot more attractive than its namesake!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Manhattan Avenue Crusties
See the gentleman with the banjo and the lady with the dreadlocks? They are two of (count ’em) FIVE crusties I saw an Manhattan Avenue this afternoon. They had the cardboard sign, the obligatory dog, the whole nine yards. Congratulations Greenpoint, you have arrived!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Falafel Watch: Kestane Kebab Versus Mediterranean Shawarma
112 Nassau Avenue, 9/8/09
849 Manhattan Avenue, 9/9/09
The awnings are up and it looks like it will be a tight race to see which of these two establishments will open first. Given what I have seen of their respective interiors, my money is on Kestane Kebab. Either way I can hardly wait!
Miss Heather
North Brooklyn Street Art Du Jour: QRST
Filed under: 11206, 11237, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art
Moore Street
Grattan Street
Flushing Avenue
Miss Heather
Gratitude
Filed under: 11211, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, New York City, Plagiarism, Williamsburg
I rarely give shout-outs to blogs for the simple reason I do not have the time. After I have completed my posts, sift through the detritus in my inbox and surfed the webs I call it quits. Today I am going to make an exception. Brooklyn11211 writes in a post entitled Behold the Power of the Interwebs:
I can independently verify Einstein’s theory of relativity. That doesn’t mean I should call it my own. The Post has no more right to its “exclusive” based on its own verification of a blog post.
You’re making a very dangerous proposition 11211. You are making the argument that “neighborhood bloggers” (the ghetto print establishment likes to relegate the likes of me and you) and journalists are equals. We’re not. Mr. Ginsberg’s missive makes this all too clear:
Post policy prevented me from crediting you in print. Allow me to do so now. You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
I won’t discuss at length the policy of not crediting blogs (or anyone else). I’ll just briefly explain that as long as we can independently verify every bit of info, we don’t credit…
Looking forward to amplifying more of your good work in the future.
The truly nauseating thing about Mr. Ginsberg’s comment is he thought he was being nice— and that I should be somehow beholden to him for “amplifying” my scoop. I am not grateful. I am pissed off. And no amount of crying “Post policy” is going to change this. If anything, it is a clear indication of a lack of moral/ethical fiber on his part. But I suppose that comes with the territory.
Needless to say when I read Suzi Halpin’s defense of her employer I damned near had an aneurysm:
The New York Post credits blogs, bloggers, and other media all the time, as our readers know.
Except when when your readers don’t know— because your employer, the New York Post, doesn’t cite them. Which is often. Here are a few examples to refresh your memory Ms. Halpin.
September 14, 2008: I wrote a post about how the plaque at Father Giorgio Square was stolen. I happened to walk by when the police were taking a report. There was no way the institution you represent would have known about it save my blog. I published it on a Sunday. The next day Murdoch’s flunkies were on it like flies on shit. They even called the Brooklyn Kitchen to ask about their stolen tree. Is this your idea of reporting? Stolen trees?
May 4, 2009: I get a tip about strange graffiti in Greenpoint. I post it. My readers decipher it— yet it was a New York Post “exclusive”. I take up the matter and get what can be best described as a semi-literate and crazed email from its author: John Doyle. If the previous is an indication of what it takes to be a reporter, god help us all.
May 18, 2009: I wrote a post about a flier I found at McCarren Park decrying the noise made ice cream trucks. Reuven Fenton and his homeboy were on the scene the next day. I know this because a reader and contributor of mine bumped into them:
I was just finishing my run in McCarren Park when I saw a guy sporting two fancy cameras talking to another guy near the pool. Being a sucker for men with big lenses, I ventured over to see what they were up to and it turns out they were from the Post covering a story on ice cream trucks disturbing the neighbors of McCarren Park. I mentioned NYshitty covering the story and I asked them where they heard about this story and they said Curbed and Gothamist. Hmmm… no new york shitty? The dudes names were Reuben and Paul, wait isn’t that like Pee Wee?
I called them on it. And your publication gave me a crumby quote in return. Removed from context and not linked to despite my creation of a mirror site: www.thatgreenpointblog.com.
It was at this point I began to understand that the paper you represent depends on people like me for their livelihood.
Which brings me to your institution’s latest act of plagiarism.
August 19, 2009: I wrote a post about “Cutting Edge Fitness” at the behest of a tipster.
It took awhile for the Post, the publication you represent, to get around to it, but lift it they did!
August 31, 2009
Quite frankly, I was disappointed it took almost two full weeks for your employer to rip off this one, Suzi. I’m not a patient person. Thankfully I was engaged in other things and Alex Ginsberg saw fit to post this comment on my blog:
Post policy prevented me from crediting you in print. Allow me to do so now. You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
I won’t discuss at length the policy of not crediting blogs (or anyone else). I’ll just briefly explain that as long as we can independently verify every bit of info, we don’t credit.
You will find that the Daily News observes the same policy, but the Times does not. (They often write an explanatory phrase like, ‘The investigation into Mr. Spitzer was first reported in the New York Post.’ That’s not a real one. I just made it up. Although I would note that another Times policy would prevent them from actually printing the name of your blog, presenting them with an unresolvable conflict between two inflexible rules.)
Looking forward to “amplifying” more of your good work in the future.
Alex
I wrote a blog post about it. And you have been hired to explain it away. There is no explanation: it is plagiarism, plain and simple.
To drive the point home (because it is all too clear Mr. Ginsberg, you and your employer is too “thick” or arrogant to “get it”) here are a few more examples:
Gowanus Lounge, January 13, 2009:
This is yesterday’s news, because we ran the story on Curbed early yesterday morning, and we’re sure some of the papers are going to be “discovering” the story and having some fun with it today, but The Future of Coney Island website URL was acquired by a Belgian porn entrepreneur. (The Post’s Rich Calder predictably reports the story as though he discovered it without crediting Curbed for breaking the news.)
POSTED May 18, 2009
May 12, 2009: EV Grieve posted this. Your reporter’s “scoop” is pretty much verbatim regurgitation of EV Grieve’s work.
May 28, 2009: the New York Post, your employer, posted this:
Vanishing New York, reported about this as early as May 19,2009. What’s more he (she?) kept at it.
I have just cited seven examples where the New York Post, your employer, has blatantly lifted material from blogs without citing them, Suzi. If you need more I’ll gladly tender them to you.
I understand that you are in a very tenuous position, Suzi. The print media, New York Post included, has not adapted to the reality of online media. I suspect this is why your employer, Rupert Murdoch, is waging war on Google. When defeated the entitled try to change the rules:
Mr Murdoch, the chief executive of News Corp, was among the first to hit out at Google, one of the biggest aggregators through its Google News service.
“Should we be allowing Google to steal our copyrights? If you have a brand like the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal, you don’t have to.” Robert Thomson, the managing editor of the Wall Street Journal which is owned by News Corp, went further in his attack. “There is a collective consciousness among content creators that they are bearing the costs and that others are reaping some of the revenues. “There is no doubt that certain websites are best described as parasites or tech tapeworms in the intestines of the internet,” said Mr Thomson.
I find this ironic given the worst plagiarists I have dealt with to date, as a “blogger” (and by Murdoch’s definition a “parasite” or “tapeworm”) are New York Post reporters. Could you please clarify how your employer is any different from than various and sundry parasites who troll the webs and claim my content (as well as the above-listed as their own), Ms. Halpin?
To take Brooklyn11211’s more nuanced approach: if I can verify via “independent sources” that your employer, Rupert Murdoch, is an unscrupulous shitbag who is doing everything in his power to bully independent media, plagiarizes my blog and others— constantly, spouts right-wing bullshit and wants to suppress free speech do I need to cite him? I eagerly wait your answer to this question, Suzi Halpin.
Given the number of stories your publication has lifted from my blog I have ample credentials to be a “reporter” for crap rag you call the New York Post.
HIRE ME.
Oh wait— I have ethics.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Here’s a (working) honor roll of blogs, big and small, who have found Mr. Ginsberg’s/New York Post’s conduct objectionable:
- Neiman Journalism Lab, Harvard University
- Snapper Patter
- Techdirt
- Gawker
- Media Metamorphosis
- Superpunch
- FAIR.org
- Gothamist (Jen Carlson gets kudos for calling me this asshat’s “muse”. I laughed my ass off when I read that.)
- Queens Crap
- Brooklyn11211
- Citoyen Michel (France)
- Manga Verde
- Blogografia and my personal favorite:
- (shh-no-digan-que-lo-saque-de-un-blog): Puerto Rico represents!
- Journalisten (Sweden) Click here to read it in English.
- Pink Lemon (Tunisia) Click here to read it in English.
- Bed-Stuy Banana
New York Shitty Day Starter: Sea Monkey
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Morgan Avenue.
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: Meet The Coney Island Post-Impressionists
Today’s New York Shitty “Day Ender” has come to pass. But after stumbling upon the following Coney Island cuties via my friend’s Amusing The Zillion’s flickr page I simply had to post them. STAT.
I have named this lovely lass “Madame Matisse” due to the lovely orange line down her nose.
Methinks I’ll keep the Post-Impressionism ball rolling with this cutie. Just like her sister and brothers she was born in the Luna Park Houses, and given her intense(ly cute) and pensive demeanor I name her Suzanne. As in Suzanne Valadon. Ms. Valadon clearly loved tri-colors. What’s not to love? It’s like getting three cats in one!
Gauguin doesn’t hail from Tahiti. She comes from Coney Island Brooklyn, USA!
I cannot ascertain if this one is female or male (I’m guessing the latter). In any case he (or she) doesn’t like the exposure, if you will. For this reason I have decided to name him (or her) Cezanne:
The world doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand the world, that’s why I’ve withdrawn from it.
Due to the numerous spots on this tabby’s belly I have named him (or her) Seurat. For obvious reasons.
Anyone interested in learning more about these Coney Island cuties should contact their stepmother at:
hello (at) triciavita (dot) com
Thanks!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Naughty Bits
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Morgan Avenue
Bogart Street
Grattan Street
Miss Heather
FOR SALE IN GREENPOINT: Boa Constrictors
Filed under: 11222, Area 51, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
I fully aware that by being both a crazy cat lady and a vegetarian I am a hypocrite; every evening while I’m prepping my “not dogs” or “facon” I am feeding my little pride dead animals. Nonetheless I cannot fathom having a pet whose “food” consists of cute little furry things with whiskers. Truth be told it gives me the creeps.
I suppose the difference is the meat I serving my feline friends has already been rendered lifeless. To each their own I guess. All I’m saying is if I ever find something like this while patronizing Chez Shitty’s shitter (or any other shitter for that matter) I’ll go Rambo on its ass.
Like I said before: I’m a hypocrite.
Miss Heather
P.S.: While I am on the subject of eating and Meeker Avenue, Wardak Supermarket is slowly, but surely, marching towards completion.
When I walked by today I noticed that they have installed the checkout stations and were in the process of outfitting the produce section.
East Williamsburg Street Furniture Selections
Filed under: 11206, 11222, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Street Furniture, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Eviscerated on Catherine Street.
Existentialist angst on Grattan.
And antisemitism on Moore. If this is supposed to be funny or “ironic” I am not getting the joke.
Hatred is not a laughing matter.
Miss Heather
P.S.: While I am (titularly) on the subject of north Brooklyn Nazis, check this out. It is pretty intense. Special thanks go out to Amanda for bringing this to my attention.
UPDATE, 6:33 p.m.: Apparently a Facebook group has been formed to battle Greenpoint Nazi Skinheads. See the comments section for more details.
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