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New York Shitty Day Ender: Guess Who?
Filed under: 11211, Bloomblight, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Winning by 5 percentage points does not a mandate make, Mike. If my memory serves me correctly, you lost the borough of Kings— which is where the above sullen missive (and numerous others) can be found. Appropriately enough, it is on a rotting fence gracing a derelict construction site slated to be a high rise: Bloomblight.
May your four years as a lame duck (and a highly unpopular one at that) be interesting ones. I hope it was worth it. I look forward to documenting them. Your purported “achievements” are a gold crown in a mouthful of decaying teeth. I should know; I live in one of the abscesses.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Rattus Norvegicus
I imagine this is a hold-over from Halloween— or is it? One never knows in north Brooklyn. In any case this not-so-small furry fella (which I like to call a Williamspoint Retriever) from Humboldt Street made my day.
Miss Heather
FOUND AT MCCARREN PARK: Dog
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
I stumbled upon this flier on Lorimer Street as I was walking home this evening. As the flier indicates, this lovely lass was found at McCarren Park yesterday, November 9, at 8:00 p.m. If this is your dog, please contact her good Samaritan, Elizabeth, at the above-listed phone number as soon as possible. If she does not hear from the rightful owner before November 19th she will assume this girl was abandoned (and if she was— SHAME ON YOU, whoever you are).
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Pay Phone du Jour: Not So Benign Neglect
It’s been a while since I have hit you up with some abused public payphone goodness. This is because I haven’t found any that struck me as being compelling. Until I went to Grand Street, that is. There I discovered a specimen that is truly in a class of its own!
The receiver isn’t the only thing off the hook here.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Do you realize how long it would take for the base to rust through like this? This is truly impressive!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: How Not To Operate a Bicycle
Filed under: Area 51
This item comes courtesy of a reader named Jan. He writes (in an email entitled “It Had To Happen One Day”):
I was walking down Driggs headed into Northside Wburg this past Friday morning and walked into another comical edition of clowns on bikes.
Between the Union St. turn off by teh dog run and the intersection of Lorimer St. two bikers had what used to be termed “a cornfield meet”. Dude texting and listening to iPod on his bike going the wrong way down Driggs head-ons a young grrrrl going the right way down Driggs.
grrrl who is paying attention yells “WATCH OUT!!”
**LOUD BIKE BENDING CRASH NOISE**
grrrl “YOU JERK, WHY WERE YOU RIDING THE WRONG WAY??”
dude “uh, there’s no signs saying that” – continues to text
grrl “ARE YOU TEXTING NOW?? GAWD.”
dude “um sorry”
*GRRRL checks bike handlebar/wheel alignment*
grrl “YOU ASSHOLE”
**dude gets back on bike, adjusts iPod headphones, rides off a little more wobbly.“ASSHOLE!!”
**grrl is annoyed, but bike seems ok, she rides off.
We also need to tell people that Manhattan Ave is NOT a bike lane, so don’t f-in yell at old people crossing the street or pulling out of parking spaces. The bike lane is on Leonard St.
This brings me to something that really bothers me. No, it is not bicyclists. Rather, it is people who are too busy futzing with their various and sundry peripheral devices to watch where the hell they are going. Is it just me or does walking down Manhattan Avenue on any given Saturday or Sunday feel like a game of Pole Position?
Miss Heather
About the image gracing the beginning of this post: this rather nifty sculpture hails from Grand Street between Berry and Bedford Avenue.
Amusingly enough it has a sign on it admonishing people not to climb on it.
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