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From The New York Shitty Inbox: Call For Entries!
A lass named Sarah writes:
Hello Heather
We are pleased to announce that the 2nd Annual Greenpoint Film Festival is now accepting submissions! After the wonderful success of last year’s inaugural festival, we have expanded to programs made up of submitted films. We are seeking exceptional films in all genres and lengths to be screened during the festival in Greenpoint, Brooklyn in the Fall of 2012. It is a unique opportunity for filmmakers to present their new works alongside high quality curated programs. For more information about the application and our guidelines, visit http://greenpointfilmfestival.org/submissions-guidelines-2012/. Please share this exciting information with the New York Shitty readership.
This is of course something I am more than happy to do. Here it goes!
CALL FOR ENTRIES
The 2nd Annual Greenpoint Film Festival
The Greenpoint Film Festival, produced by the Brooklyn-based multimedia arts organization Woven Spaces, is anticipating it second annual event in the Fall of 2012. This year we are pleased to present a combination of curated programs and a submission-based competition. Our programming includes local and international work by both established filmmakers as well as up-and-coming artists and students. We focus our programs on cutting-edge experimental work and ‘green’ filmmaking. The festival hopes to highlight the Greenpoint neighborhood and its flourishing position as a cultural hub.
For more information and access to the 2012 application, visit http://greenpointfilmfestival.org/submissions-guidelines-2012/. Information about the Greenpoint Film Festival can be found at http://greenpointfilmfestival.org/.
Good luck— or would that be break a leg— Greenpointers! Closing on a somewhat related note I’d like to humbly recommend that a screening of Street Trash might be in order this time around.
Spotted On West Street: Puppy Love
Filed under: 11222, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
This morning yours truly woke up in a churlish mood. This was further exacerbated by a walk down West Street. It was there I noticed the subject of my Poo Corner Project, a ground-breaking experiment in behavior modification, had reverted back to his rather unpleasant habit of saturation bombing the sidewalk with dog shit. I decided action was necessary and to this end procured some supplies including but not limited to my usual war chest of sidewalk chalk and glitter; a piece of poster board and Conversation Hearts. I felt a Valentine’s Day theme was in order.
A stencil was made, glitter poured and the bag of confectionery goodness opened.
Noting the relevance of this one, I decided its placement on one of the showcased shits was crucial.
Pick me.
As I was completing my project a young man and woman stopped to look at my handiwork. They were quite amused and wanted to know what gives. I tendered a brief summary of the Poo Corner Project while pointing out the heart stating “puppy love”. To wit one of my new friends replied:
That’s what I am feeling right now.
and went on the explain he was a student at Baruch College and was soon to begin military service in the Marines. I told him the former was really laudable and the latter really sweet. In return he asked me for my phone number. Not wishing to hurt his feelings I let him down gently:
If was not married I’d gladly give it to you. Chicks who cover dog shit with glitter tend to go pretty fast.
Upon noticing I was ascribing a date to this dung he kindly offered the time from his cell phone: 2:16 p.m. I thanked him but added that I didn’t think it wasn’t necessary. However, we unanimously agreed this work of art needed a title. So I gave it one.
This one’s for you, Jamal!
Urban Fur: Manhattan Avenue
Today’s sunny, if a bit brisk, weather did go unappreciated by Greenpoint’s working class cats. Note Mimi’s jaunty new collar. I give it four paws up!
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