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New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: The Word On The Street
Filed under: Harlem, Harlem Manhattan, New York City, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
Taken June 6, 2014.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Just Say No
Filed under: Class War, Manhattan, New York City, The Natives Are Getting Restless, The Word On The Street
Diane Greene Lent (who took this photograph) notes:
June 5, 2014: Protest at the home of billionaire David Koch at 740 Park Ave.
The Word On The Street: Manning, Assange, Snowden
Filed under: 11211, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Natives Are Getting Restless, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken June 5, 2014.
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: And Then There Were Two
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Newtown Creek, Planet Entitlement
As taken today, June 4th. It would appear now we have two rather large vessels “parked” at the Manhattan Avenue Kayak Launch. They are neither kayaks nor are they being “launched”. As you can see gentle readers it would appear one watercraft is, how shall we say, “inhabited”?* Isn’t refreshing to see what precious public park space we have in north “Point being pressed into service in such a manner? Of course the “authorities” have their fair share of blame for allowing this to happen (and not repairing the fence for that matter). Straight up: if you can afford a boat such as either of these, you can afford to pay to have it moored legally. It really is that simple.
*Exactly why anyone would want to live where delights such as this
are the commonplace is a mystery to me. Anyone?
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Stars & Stripes
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
From Noble Street.
From The New York Shitty Inbox: And Now 49 Dupont Street…
I have had the above tome from The Real Deal brought to my attention by a number of concerned citizens. While I am thankful for them doing so, I am honestly at a loss for words. Mind you, gentle readers, this is not because I am surprised. I am not.
Rather, I have been asking myself where does our City Councilman, Steve Levin, stand on this issue? Or in Greenpoint, for that matter?
I used to see Mr. Levin quite a bit. This is because we are “neighbors”. And then I didn’t. I found that odd. Then came news via the Honorable Levin’s own “Word in the 33rd” newsletter that he, a Greenpoint resident, failed to notice/mention a Community Board meeting in his own neighborhood.* After that I got inquiries from people who have called him. They heard nothing. One highly motivated person even called Levin to tell him to call one such person back. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Hence I am imploring Greenpoint citizens to, in “Where’s Waldo” style, please, PLEASE, report any and all Levin spottings in Greenpoint (with a photo, date, time and location— feel free to add commentary) to me at:
missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.
No newspaper articles, press releases, etc. I want photos of our “public servant” serving “his”, our, community.
Your identity will remain anonymous unless you indicate otherwise.
Photo/Image Credits: The “Where’s Waldo” image comes from here. And the image of Councilman Levin comes from here.
*I later learned from an anonymous source Mr. Levin blamed this on his staff. They did not put it on his calendar. Um, okay.
I have seen this shit before. The Lone Star State refined the art of the “sidestep” long before Mr. Levin— or I— were born.
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: Where The Rainbow Ends
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
We got a nice clip of rain this afternoon, but as the Mister and I were having dinner at Casanova’s this evening the sun finally reemerged. The owner of Casanova’s went outside to take a look. I joined him.
Looking for rainbows?
I asked.
He said that, in fact, he was not but— suggested that perhaps one could be seen to the west. I disagreed:
No, it will be over there (pointing east, towards our splendid waste water treatment facility).
I went around the corner and guess what?
I was right! I went inside, grabbed my camera and hauled ass to Provost Street. The proprietor of Casanova’s was quite amused by this. To wit, I replied:
I know my shit.
If you look carefully, gentle readers, you will notice the faint trace of a second rainbow emanating from the “poop stack”. I gleefully advised the Mister of this discovery, observing:
It’s there because that’s where dreams come from!
Because of course, it is. Closing on a (downright uncanny) note of dreams, rainbows and the Shit Tits, today I completed my first (but definitely not last) Greenpoint-themed snow globe. I proudly present Superfund Me!
A big New York Shitty shout out goes to the owner of Casanova’s for keeping my pizza in the over while I went forth to chase rainbows. I just love rainbows…
This post is dedicated to Christine Holowacz who, I have learned, will be leaving her position as the Newtown Creek Monitoring Committee community liaison for the greener pastures of the Koscuiszko Bridge Project!
Greenpoint Feral Furniture Watch: On The Waterfront
Filed under: 11222, Bloomblight, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint Magic, Greenwich Village, Greenwich Village Manhattan
Those of you who are following such things (and you know who you are) should be advised there is a bounty of feral furniture out there simply waiting for a new home— maybe yours? NOTE/CAVEAT: Supply is seemingly endless and yours truly assumes no responsibility whatsoever for any “value-added” these items may harbor.
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