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Filed under: Williamsburg
Those of you who happen to live in East Williamsburg and happen to be craving Thai food, I regret to inform you that I bear some very bad news.
Pagoda, which is located on Graham Avenue, is closed until further notice. Why is this so, you ask?
Let’s just say the they’re feeling a little under the weather.
CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
Pagoda Restaurant
333 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
If you happen to walk by this establishment for god’s sake do NOT light a match!
Miss Heather
WOW, That’s Really Ugly!
This is one of the most hideous things I have seen built in north Brooklyn.
I assure you this is no small achievement.
Congratulations 147 Maujer Street…
you’re a building so poorly constructed and downright hideous…
it even made you throw up.
Miss Heather
P.S.: It looks like your neighbors don’t care much for you either.
Or one of your workers doesn’t quite have a command over the whole window concept, e.g.;
they’re installed with the express purpose of being opened. There’s really no need to DIY it.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Redemption
Sunday is (ostensibly) a day of rest and spiritual contemplation in most of north Brooklyn. Hence why I’m going to end this day’s posts with the following.
Abandon all hope ye who use this pay phone (on Graham Avenue).
But redemption can be found down the street.
Sort of.
Per Captain Zorikh this is the place to get it. For the record 182 Graham Avenue is a SRO. Single. Room. Occupancy. Where, long ago, I had one of the most interesting— and curiously enough— least degrading (but odd) interviews for a sublet I have ever had. You can leave it to Dutch dominatrix to separate the wheat from the chaff. Or give me street cred for looking at a lavender wall replete with paddles, whips, chains and not being perturbed. In my (admittedly limited) experience the above-board sexual perverts (and I mean this in the kindest way) are benign. It’s the co-called normal ones, e.g.; bohunks wearing New York Yankees ball caps incorrectly (READ: backwards) who are dangerous.* But I digress.
A few years later I went to a party in same said building and told Mister Heather:
Had I not landed the apartment we have now, this is where I would have lived. You can still see the indentations where the restraints were anchored to the wall.
I failed miserably in the cooler-than-thou world that is the East Williamsburg apartment share scene. Which is curious because I excel at failure— something many East Williamsburg artists court— albeit ironically. I suppose I didn’t look stylish enough in my desperation. Or was *gasp* TOO OLD. So in Greenpoint remained. THANK GOD.
The Love Chapel: R.I.P. and available to rent!
But Jesus still saves.
And Satan is around the corner!
You want redemption? The best place I found today was on Navy Street in DUMBO. Good luck.
Miss Heather
*Those of you who seek them can find them in the East Village.
Williamspoint Slide Show Du Jour: Kite Day 2009
Hosting a kite flying event on a day with virtually no wind presents a certain number of challenges. However, a few of the more savvy kite lovers did manage to achieve flight— and there was more than enough entertainment to be found on terra firma. As you will see in the following selection of photographs I have assembled for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!
I’ll be uploading footage of the Hungry Marching Band later today so stay tuned. Now if you don’t mind I’m off to enjoy this most decidedly NON spring-like weather!
Miss Heather
Interesting Consumer Item Part I: Grand Street
Filed under: Williamsburg
Some of you might have noticed the blogging here has been sparse and erratic of late. There are several reasons for this:
A. This “on-again-off-again” love affair April is having with winter is wreaking havoc on my person.
B. Sometimes I need a break:
- from the “Brooklyn blogosphere”
- from bloggers in general (nothing personal)
- from my own blogging so as to…
- enjoy my life by indulging my own artistic inclinations and
- savoring the work of others.
Which brings me to this…
in my “downtime” I devoured this book.* It is (and on occasion all at once) poignant, smutty and very funny. I recommend it highly. It also had a wonderful passage which I will endeavor to paraphrase here:
The way to get a man is to be perfect until you can reveal yourself for being big asshole you really are.
Jen’s probably right. But I never mastered Duplicity 101. It was not out lack of ability or training. I learned feminine wiles from the best: my tiny and insanely cute southern grandmother (who was, in fact, one of the most terrifying women I have ever met). Rather, it was my sense of honesty, abject laziness and most importantly feminism that did me in. After spending 30 years of dealing with assholes less intelligent, creative, and charismatic than myself I wanted to break the (gl)ass ceiling:
Dicks be damned…
I said to myself.
I am going to be the biggest asshole I can be!
This exercise in self-realization did wonders for my self-esteem. The same cannot be said for my dating life. Honesty is something New Yorkers (and Americans in general)Â find disquieting— what’s more, they don’t want it. In the metaphorical dating pool that is New York City I was a Baby Ruth bar mistaken for a turd.
Thankfully I met my Carl. His name is Mister Heather. When I told him about a special art project I was cooking up Thursday night he took interest. What’s more, we argued about how to do it. After acquiring the most crucial components Friday I needed we still needed one vital component to pull it all together.
We’re going to Grand Street.
I said. And they did. Have what we we looking for. Along with this:
Too bad “FuXing” doesn’t make feminine hygiene products. I’d love nothing more than to shout at my husband in my, most delicate, female time of need:
GET ME SOME FUXING PADS!
Oh, wait. I do that already.
Miss Heather
*Jen will be part of a panel discussion today starting at 2:00 p.m.:
NY Center for Independent Publishing
NY Round Table Writers’ Conference
20 West 44th Street
New York, New York 10036
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Dreamcatcher
This delightful flight of fancy hails from Ainslie Street and comes courtesy of Mugsniffer who writes:
An industrialized dreamcatcher in Williamsburg.
A brave new dreamcatcher for a brave new world. Great shot!
Miss Heather
TODAY: Kites!
If you have been told to “go fly a kite” recently or simply feel inclined to do so of your own volition (and have a LOT of fun) head down to McCarren Park today! The festivities kick off at noon.
Williamsburg Kite Festival
McCarren Park
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Attention All Urban Photographers & Street Art Enthusiasts
If you happen to be on River Street do not take a picture of this.
And sure as hell don’t shutterbug this.
Why, you ask? Because if you do it might result in you (and your husband) being questioned by New York’s Finest as to what you are doing. This is what happened to the Mister and I this evening.
Hello there, we see you’re taking photographs— why?
Miss Heather: I think the shadows and diagonals are visually pleasing.
We saw you take photographs of graffiti back there.
Miss Heather: Yeah, someone spray-painted the word “meat” on the wall and I found it interesting.
Because it’s sort of “beefy”?
Miss Heather: Exactly. I happen to be a vegetarian.
Seeing where this conversation was headed (nowhere good— and soon) the Mister jumped in and after some more “dialoging”, they left us to go about our business. Inasmuch as interfacing with the NYPD can be amicable it was: tense, but polite. Still the experience left me wondering:
Why?
Perhaps these chaps have been instructed to watch photographers— especially those who happen to document “graffiti”? The only logic at work here I can think of is the presumption that when people (such as myself) document this stuff it is going to somehow encourage the people responsible for it to continue their nefarious work (and, in so doing, lower everyone’s “quality of life”). I suppose this is possible. BUT…
it’s been my experience that derelict buildings (of which north Brooklyn has many— such as the one above example which is located around the corner) do more than their fair share of lowering my quality of life.
Nice, eh?
The above can be found on the front door of this Kent Street deadiface. Call me subversive, but I don’t really see how this could possibly be construed as making this building an eyesore. It has achieved that very readily on its own. Rather smashingly, I will add. One piece of street art graffiti isn’t going to make any difference; if anything the above bit of mischief adds some sorely needed “value” to this turd. It certainly makes me smile, anyway.
Speaking of which, a building doesn’t have to be old and decrepit to elicit social commentary, oh, I mean graffiti.
CASE IN POINT: Northside Piers.
Miss Heather
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