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Lipstick on a Pig Part II: Vomitus ‘R’ Us
Homes R’ Us: I made their acquaintance September of 2007 when I took the below photograph of 100 Jefferson Street. This is one of their “developments”.
Despite the fact a stop work order had been issued for this property, men were quite busy working on these promised two family luxury homes.
Feeling nostalgic (with the new year and all) I thought it would be fun to see how things were shaking in big bad 2008. So I looped by there this week and checked it out.
The finished product was pretty much what I expected.
Is it just me or does the word “luxury” suggest a measure of scarcity and/or exclusivity? If so, wouldn’t a bunch of cookie-cutter row houses slathered together with stucco be the opposite of luxury? Just curious.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Noble Street
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Earlier this week we learned about the Santalope. Well, a few days later I found his sidekick…
I present to you, the Greenpoint Reingoose.
Miss Heather
Bambi Needs a Home
I met this tuxedo-clad little lady last Saturday afternoon at BARC. Even though a whopping SEVEN of her “loft mates” got new homes that day, no one saw fit to give this wonderful cat so much as a second look. Today I hope to change that.
Bambi is an incredibly gentle and exceptionally sweet-natured girl. When I opened the cage she immediately rolled on her back and showed me her tummy. Follows is another tummy shot for all you cat belly enthusiasts out there.
Bambi is approximately one year old, but being very small in stature, she has an incredibly kitten-like appearance.
She is also rather fond of head rubs.
Make that VERY FOND of head rubs. Note Bambi’s little nubbin of a tail . Tres cute!
If any of you, dear readers, have been considering adopting a cat but are worried about finding one with a good temperament and gentle disposition, consider giving Bambi a whirl. Go see how heartbreakingly sweet this little lady is for yourself at:
Brooklyn Animal Resource Coalition
253 Wythe Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Adoption hours: Tuesday through Saturday, noon to 5:00 p.m.
Take my word for it: you will not be disappointed!
Miss Heather
Lipstick on a Pig: 624 Grand Street
Filed under: Williamsburg
Call me psychic, but I never had high hopes for this building. It has looked like shit for years.
And now it looks worse.
Note the scaffolding: there is no permit whatsoever to be found on the Department of Building’s web site sanctioning it.
Hmm…
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Green Street
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I guess the maypole arrived a little early this year.
Miss Heather
Back To Box Street
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
It’s been awhile since I have paid the fine chaps at 48 Box Street a visit. Today I did, albeit in an accidental fashion: as I was walking across the Pulaski Bridge I looked westward and there he was.
It was love at first sight. I was so smitten I even waved to him as I took the above photograph.
You have to admire a man who ignores a Stop Work Order.
Miss Heather
Manic Panicked: Miss Heather’s Amazing Discovery
Filed under: Long Island City
I have been searching for a particular shade of Manic Panic for roughly 3 weeks. I will not say what color precipitated this quest because I don’t want people to know; they’d quickly figure out who I am and then I’d probably get deluged by people wanting autographs or (more likely) get spit on at the supermarket (I’m used to having lit cigarettes flung at me, so don’t even think about it). Let’s just say this hue is seemingly impossible to find. To this end I expanded my search to Manhattan. I even treaded north of 23rd Street; I am that desperate. All to no avail.
What do desperate people do when they have an itch they can’t scratch? They get on the Internets, that’s what! I checked out Manic Panic’s web site and learned they were having a sale at their headquarters this week.
And now for the punchline… (drumroll)
Here is where Tish and Snooky’s dream factory resides:
21-07 Borden Avenue
Floor 4
Long Island City, New York 11101
That’s right folks, in my own fucking backyard.
Today I ventured across the Pulaski Bridge into the disorienting wonderland that is Long Island City. And my quest came to an end.
I was blown away by the sheer amount of brightly-colored artificial joy that laid before my eyes. And yes, I found the hair dye I was looking for. I effused with joy when I said:
I have been looking for this everywhere! The local beauty supply in Greenpoint didn’t have it. King’s Pharmacy on Bedford didn’t either…
Female employee: Did you try Ricky’s
Miss H: Yes, neither the Ricky’s on Third Avenue in the East Village nor the one by Bryant Park had it.
Male employee: Well, isn’t there a Hot Topic or shopping mall near where you live?
Miss H (WTF?!?): No. Greenpoint is not a shopping mall kind of place.
Long story made short, I got my goodies at a phat discount. Those of you who are interested should venture over there and see for yourself. Other surprises await you as well:
You can learn more about “Baby” at Working Class Cats!
Miss Heather
Subway Sagacity
I do not know why people bother spending the time or money to hire professionals. Some of the most sage advice I have ever read has been scrawled on the subway posters which grace dank innards of our city. For the low price of $2 you get access to an open forum where no subject is off-limits. I once read an ongoing debate about Alexander Hamilton and Federalism at the Fulton Street stop of the G. The quality of these tomes (the person arguing against Mr. Hamilton referred to him as a “plutocrat”) surpassed a number of college theses I had the misfortune of grading when I was a teaching fellow.
If I was a policymaker for this fine city, one of the first things I would do is equip subway stations with blank posters and markers; if someone had a question, needed advice or just wanted to “talk”, he (or she) could bounce it off his/her fellow subway patrons by writing it on the “subway forum board”. Unfortunately, I have no hand whatsoever in how this city is run so I have to rely on the brave scofflaws who provide their own Sharpies.
The first bit of advice I am going to share with you today comes courtesy of Greenpoint’s very own Crosstown Local: the proper manner in which to hold open a subway door.
New York Shitty analysis: I emphatically agree. You should always use your leg; its much sturdier. Delicate hands can get hurt by those closing doors, so be careful!
Next up comes an offering from the L train platform at Metropolitan Avenue.
New York Shitty analysis: Wow. This must be ONE VERY BAD MOVIE!
Miss Heather
Bushwick Photo du Jour: Willoughby Avenue
You can always leave it to good ol’ Bushwick to get right to the point.
Miss Heather
The Shittiest Corner in North Brooklyn?
I have a confession to make: living in Greenpoint has made me pretty jaded when it comes to encountering mass quantities of dog shit. As I went for one of my infamous four hour walks earlier this week I was summarily jolted out of my torpor by the utter HORROR which awaited me at the above-depicted intersection.
This is Bushwick Avenue. When you turn the corner onto Melrose Street it doesn’t get much better.
Words fail me.
Miss Heather
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