The Word On The Street: Change
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Manhattan Avenue.
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Down Periscope!*
Filed under: 11222, Bloomblight, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Taken November 17, 2013.
*Props go out to Pa Heather for the title!
Urban Fur: Are You Being Served?
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Taken November 13, 2013.
The Word On The Street: Java Street
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street, Wow
As spotted across the street from the local Democratic Club. Is there such a thing as a log cabin Democrat? In any case, it sort of reminds me of grandma’s house. Well, except for the anarchy symbols and I never recollected her saying anything about insects’ weeping assholes. Grandma Heather was a lot more “old school” in that respect and simply inquired as to whether or not I had a bowel movement every time I patronized the bathroom. The fact that I, being a child, had no idea what a bowel movement was was irrelevant. Ah memories…
Quick Links: Village Voice & Larry Da Junkman
Every so often I am reminded that I know some pretty darned interesting people. This morning (when this tome from the Village Voice was brought to my attention) is just such an example. I clicked on the link and sipped my coffee. After it pulled up I found myself muttering:
I know that guy in the gorilla suit.
It’s true. I do. What’s more I have to say I am really jazzed by the thoughtful commentary Larry tenders in both the previously-mentioned article and this Op-ED which can be found on his blog. Follow is a teaser from the latter:
…The issue here was always a bigger picture of a changing City and country. The idea of a flea market being a corporation is embarrassing. A flea market is a community of various people coming together and realizing that they could be an outdoor store of used items; some are junk, some are collectible, and some are antiques. Some junk turns out to be a rare antique, and some antiques turn out to be reproductions. Some people are selling off their dead dad’s pipes, and some people are selling their dead fishes, (not needed anymore) fish tank. It is hard to believe that it is packaged as something to be marketed and trademarked. It’s embarrassing laughable, not for Brooklyn Flea, but for customers who believe the preciousness of it all…
Give ’em a read!
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Donkey Kong
Filed under: 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
Taken by Scoboco.
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