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New York Shitty Day Ender: Scales Revisited
It was touch and go for a day or two but today I finally caught up with the brains behind the happenings at 199 Green Street: Kacy. She’s an incredibly nice lady and although her shop is still very much a work in progress (right now she is featuring cowls but plans to sell more apparel, such as shirts, in the near future), she plans to host a knitting workshop (all ages are welcome) Sunday, February 28, starting at 7:00 p.m. Check it out— or swing by and welcome her to the neighborhood!
Free Knitting Class
February 28, 2010 starting at 7:00 p.m.
Scales
199 Green Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Lose Something?
This mystery item comes courtesy of my buddy down south, Flatbush Gardener. He writes:
Today’s thaw revealed a lost treasure in a snow bank on Marlborough Road. Blog Widow and I were on the way to the subway to enjoy the day when we stumbled across (something). As I was taking the photos, a car pulled up to the light alongside us.
There were two passengers: the woman driving (WD) and a man I took to
be her father riding shotgun (FS):
WD (yelling across FS to me through the open car window): Did you get a good shot?
Me: Yes!
WD: It’s a turd, isn’t it?
Me: Um, no, it’s not.
WD: It’s a turd.
FS: It’s not a turd.
Me: No, but it’s the same vicinity.
For the reveal click here. Go ahead. You will not be disappointed!
I want to take a moment to thank Flatbush Gardener for bringing this lovely find to my attention. Believe it or not, it brings back a very fond memory for yours truly. You see, a long time ago I lived not too far from where this chap calls home. One summer day I was walking to McDonald Avenue and I found a most curious item: a brass picture frame with a couple of Polaroids in it. These were affixed to a rather greasy-looking piece of cardboard. I quickly deduced the “subject” of said photos had at one time accompanied them. It was nowhere to be found. That’s when I came to the realization Prospect Park South was way more hoppin’ than I ever imagined.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: Critter
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art
From Scholes Street.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Pastoral
Filed under: 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Devoe Street.
Miss Heather
From The New York Times: Vindication…
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
(Or at least proof)
The ‘Burgificaction’ of McCarren Park pisses me off in a big, BIG way. I was reminded of this yesterday. So as to clear up any confusion as to the provenance of the McCarren Park Pool I offer you this: an article from the August 1, 1936 edition of the New York Times. Our city’s ostensible newspaper of record.
Political bosses in Brooklyn are a dime a dozen. History (thankfully) forgets most of them— but not the “Prince of Garden Spot of The World” AKA: Peter J. McGuinness! A well known (if reviled) thoroughfare hereabouts bears his name. If it wasn’t for Mr. McGuinness’s chicanery, political savvy* and charm Williamsburgers wouldn’t have a pool in which to party (or piss).
In, I repeat,
Greenpoint
Miss Heather
P.S.: How can you not love a guy who says this (about a brief sojourn in “the south”):
I don’t like that Jim Crow they got or their goddam white crow either.
*His career survived the Seabury hearings.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Hearts
Filed under: 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From North 11 Street, Driggs Avenue & Thames Street
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Cat & Kitten Adoption Event Tomorrow!
This item was brought to my attention by a lady named Lindsay. She writes:
Hi Heather,
I enjoy reading your blog and was wondering if you could post the following event. My boyfriend is hosting an Empty Cages kitty adoption event at his tattoo shop.
I have known the gentleman who started Empty Cages Collective for some time. He’s a great guy and is very dedicated to the welfare of animals be they furry or otherwise. Even if you are not in the position to adopt a pet do swing by 8 of Swords and give some adoptable cuties a little love— or make a donation so Empty Cages can keep up the good work!
Empty Cages Collective Cat & Kitten Adoption Event
February 20, 2010 Noon – 5:00 p.m.
8 Of Swords Tattoo Shop & Gallery
178 North 8 Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Audio/Visual Presentation Du Jour: Miss Heather Explains The Difference Between Greenpoint & Williamsburg
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Today was a red letter one for yours truly. Not only did I have the sheer luck of meeting a very nice lady who makes her own mead (and offered to make some for yours truly— totally free— if I provide her the honey) but I had lunch and some long overdue “catch-up” time with a buddy of mine. He’s a really funny and witty chap, that Tony. After we completed our meal at Kestane Kebab we went for a little walk. As luck would have it we encountered a tour group at the intersection of Union and Driggs Avenue. We decided to hang around a spell and see what’s up. The guide, noticing my rapt interest (and in all likelihood my ensemble of pink sweats, pink hoodie, pink sunglasses, pink sneakers and signature Chococat hat), started quizzing me about what constitutes Greenpoint versus Williamsburg. Hilarity ensues. (NOTE/CAVEAT: It was pretty windy out so you’ll need to crank up the volume a bit. Take my word for it: it’s worth it.)
Special thanks go out to Tony (who I would like to mention has started a blog of his own) for having the presence of mind to record this exchange. And oh yeah— it was pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Seidenstein. I like the way you think!
Miss Heather
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