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From The New York Shitty Inbox: Fun With Bloomblight
C writes:
I didn’t have my camera with me when I was out today, but I thought I’d give you a heads-up on something rather amusing. If you take a stroll over to Eckford Street and Greenpoint Avenue, you’ll notice that the construction fence around the vacant lot on the southwest corner has been replaced by a nice chain link number. You’ll also notice that this new fencing affords a superb view of two tall, yellow, black-tongued denizens of our fair neighborhood.
I nailed them to the inside of the construction fence about a year and a half ago, but moved out of the adjacent property shortly thereafter and figured that the next tenant had removed them. Now that the fence is gone, I can see that my replacements were lazy, not all that handy, or blessed with a decent sense of humor. In any event, I’m glad to see my pets looking healthy.
Naturally I headed down the aforementioned intersection without delay.
The creatures of which C wrote were not at all difficult to locate.
Genuine Greenpoint giraffes!
A big New York Shitty shout-out of gratitude goes out to C for tipping me off to this. It made my day! Well, after the Bushwick bunnies.
Miss Heather
Furban Jungle: Spring Is In The Air!
Filed under: 11221, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Urban Fur
This day has been one of ups and downs for yours truly. After getting home after a thoroughly enjoyable and invigorating walk I came to the unpleasant realization that I had somewhere, somehow managed to blow away over half of the photographs I had taken this lovely afternoon. I am none too happy about this. As a matter of fact I am heartbroken. But so it goes.
Luckily my incompetence (or mere bad luck) did not eliminate the preeminent highlight of my sojourn. A scene of such mindfucking cuteness I stood there muttering in slack-jawed amazement— along with a significant number of other people. Children and adults alike.
Yes folks, today I beheld bunnies.
These are not just any floppy eared furkids either: these be Broadway bunnies. They call a neighborhood garden on the dividing thoroughfare between Bushwick and Bedford Stuyvesant their home. As it would happen a woman from Bushwick City Farm (which is located across the street) noticed my rapt interest and gave me the low down. Simply put, her organization is responsible for these little fellas. She also mentioned that the person who donated this space was concerned that these little ones might be experiencing emotional distress. I for one did not and do not believe this to be the case. They seemed to be having a grand time.
Snackin’
Chillin’
Frolickin’
As a matter of fact, not even the J/Z train roaring overhead distracted one of them from trying to, uh, do what rabbits do best.
It IS beginning to feel a lot like spring, after all!
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: Great Moments In (anti)Viral Marketing
This afternoon yours truly spent the afternoon tidying Chez Shitty. As always it was a journey of discovery. It was under a pile of books I found the following item: one of the many treasures I have gleaned from the junk shop over the years.
This may look like an ordinary book of matches (that’s what I thought). I can assure you this is not the case.
And now the reveal.
Naturally I had to learn more about Elegant Limo Service. Alas, their web site is no longer with us. But I did find a curious inquiry on Yahoo Answers:
Me and my sister are throwing a surprise birthday party for our Mother’s 50th birthday.. We would like for a limo to pick her up from her work to bring her to the surprise party. She is very special to us and want to go all out.
I wonder how it went? I suppose we’ll never know. To close on a related note here’s another choice find from the junk shop.
Kicking it old school style in grandma’s parlor! Is that a bottle of Schlitz I spy in this impish lass’s hand?
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: One Up, One Down
This handsome chap is named Bill. As you can see he has taken interest in the king-sized trucker bomb in front of him (which can be found at the intersection of Driggs Avenue and North 8 Street). I can’t honestly say I blame him. Either the author of this item has a bladder fit for the record books or it was a, uh, multilateral effort.
Damn.
Miss Heather
Daily Bloomblight: 114 North 7 Street
Many of you are probably familiar with Sevenberry. It is one of the many edifices designed by north Brooklyn’s good friend Karl Fischer. As its name indicates this condominium is located at the corner of North 7 Street and Berry Street. Pretty clever wordplay if I may so myself— although it should be noted that “Barfeater” (which can be found inscribed in the sidewalk just outside the entrance of this building) does have a certain ring to it. But this post isn’t about Sevenberry or some anonymous person’s culinary proclivities. It is about Sevenberry’s neighbor: 114 North 7 Street.
After I took the above photographs a passerby stopped, surveyed the scene and asked:
How did this happen?
Neglect.
I replied.
Then he proceeded to ask me if I owned this property. I assured him that I did not possess the means to own such a parcel (wish I did— have the money, that is) but if I did it wouldn’t look like this.
He was just as troubled as I was when he noticed the fence in the rear had collapsed as well. Welcome to the “new” Williamsburg.
Who wouldn’t want a patio looking at this crap pile? But cry over spilled milk? Let’s have some fun instead. Anyone care to give this piece of Bloomblight a snappy name (like its neighbor)? If so, you can kick things off via comments.
Miss Heather
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