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Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: Black Rabbit
From Eagle Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Speaking of Black Rabbits, I’ve been meaning to pass along an amusing tale of petty larceny that came to pass at our local watering hole by the same name.
I am certain a number of you who have patronized this establishment have noticed the above card holder. It was a “housewarming” gift to the proprietor, Kent, from his wife. What you might not have noticed was around this time last year it went MIA. Well, one day this spring when Kent was opening shop he spied something in the mailbox. Whoever had filched this item experienced remorse (or found this item not to jibe with his— or her— home decor) and saw fit to return it. If this humble card holder could talk I bet it would have a very interesting story to tell about its nine month hiatus!
Missing In Greenpoint: Row Boat
Filed under: 11222, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Recession
Exactly how someone can make off with a row boat is beyond me. Such an item would strike me as being rather difficult to purloin discreetly like, say, a pair of socks— but someone did! If anyone reading this saw someone in or around 132 Noble Street brandishing a boat fitting the above description last Friday night please contact the police at the above telephone number.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
P.S. Special thanks goes out to my buddy Bed-Stuy Banana (who happened to be in the 11222 zip) for tipping me off to this.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Urban Artifacts
Marcy Avenue, 11211
North 5 Street, 11211
North 6 Street, 11211
Leonard Street, 11222
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: A Little Wildlife In The Garden Spot
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Today was exactly as I wanted it to be: peaceful and even a little bit dull. That is until this evening when my buddy Laura tipped me off to the excitement unfolding in far north Greenpoint.
A raccoon took residence in a tree on Manhattan Avenue between Clay and Box Street.
Amusingly enough he (or she)Â is hanging his hat across the street from the Greenpoint Hotel and the Marzili Hostel. Maybe they were booked tonight?
Or maybe they have a “no raccoons allowed policy”? This is a shame as he (or she) is pretty darned cute!
Peek-a-boo!
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: The second photo comes courtesy of Mister Heather.
Fun With Bloomblight
Filed under: 11222, Area 51, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Recession, Street Art
Earlier today my good friend Crappy forwarded me this story from NY1 about how over-development has left many buildings in Brooklyn vacant and/or half-finished. As if this was not depressing enough this tome goes on to say that despite this glut of over-priced King’s crap, the building continues. It is projected 5,200 more luxury apartments will find their way onto the market in 2010. Clearly the cardinal rule of how to get out of a hole (stop digging) has been lost on these people.
But developer-induced blight need not be such a downer. Just take what someone anonymous person(s) has done at the vacant lot at 689 Leonard Street, for example.
Yes sir, with a little imagination (construction detritus and some wildflower seeds) you can put the “bloom” back in “bloomblight”!
And why not throw in a little ornamental brick stacking while you’re at it? It’s not like they’re going anywhere anytime soon.
I do not know what this yellow flower (located at far left) is, but I really like it.
Behold, Greenpoint’s newest high rise! I wonder if it’s a Karl Fischer?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint (Avenue) Photos Du Jour: The Fat Zone
On July 17, 2009 Tony From Kent Street wrote (in regards to this post*):
Okay, you can’t blame this one on hipsters!
Yep, it’s those hardworking natives of Brooklyn that love to eat the worst possible food you can put in your body.
If someone was opening a restaurant to cater towards those good for nothing hipsters, we would probably all get excited about something new, interesting and potentially healthy.
Just sayin’
To wit I replied:
Now let’s give credit where it is truly due, Tony: most people in this COUNTRY like to eat shitty food. Recently my parents went to Texas to visit my aunt and uncle. My mother ordered a Caesar salad. When it came it had a piece of toast on top of it.
Maybe Texas should get a few of these?
Miss Heather
*It would appear that 159 Greenpoint Avenue is slated to be a “Spanish” restaurant. See Ms. Nomer’s comments for the scoop!
People In Our Neighborhood: Summertime
Keap Street
South 4 Street
Bedford Avenue
Grand Street
North 5 Street
Nassau Avenue
Manhattan Avenue
Franklin Street
Greenpoint Avenue
Miss Heather
Bodega Robbers Busted?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Remember the armed robbery of Angel Food (at 77 Driggs Avenue) last month? Well, it would appear the four bandits responsible have been apprehended. What’s more, one of them sounds pretty darned interesting:
…Police say one of the suspects is a familiar face. He’s male underwear model, Joshua Walter, already accused of having sex with a school teacher…
Click on the above screencap the get the rest of the scoop. Not only are these folks apparently responsible for a string of robberies throughout Queens, but it is also alleged they held up another bodega right here in Greenpoint (164 Nassau Avenue).
Miss Heather
P.S.: Special thanks go out to my good friend Crappy for bringing this to my attention.
671: The Reveal
I ended yesterday’s offerings on New York Shitty with a brain teaser. I wrote:
Today a young woman with a most curious tattoo came to the junk shop. As you can see it is the borough of Brooklyn, rendered in argyle, and includes a number. Anyone care to guess what it means? She told me and I will give the reveal tomorrow at noon. It’s really neat!
Well, it’s noon and here’s the reveal.
This very nice young lady (who is employed at Papasitos) came into the junk shop with her mother— who was a lovely lady in her own right. She was fabulous.
As they were exiting I got a passing glance of the above tattoo. I locked onto the visage of Greenpoint like the Garden Spot geek that I am. I can pick out the silhouette of our fair burgh a mile away. Probably because it bears a disquieting resemblance that fucked-up blob thing from the Gigglesnort Hotel I saw— repeatedly and much to my disturbance— as a little kid.
(To get a true grasp of how truly weird this show— and 1970’s childrens’ television in general— were click on the above image and watch the video. CAVEAT: Do not watch this under the influence of any mind-altering substances.)
I looked again at her tattoo. This time to the south. I recognized Coney Island. My eyes were not deceiving me: this was county of Kings rendered in Argyle. With a number: 671. So I asked her about it.
She said she grew up at 671 Argyle Road, Brooklyn, 11230. And she piquantly added:
I thought I grew up in the suburbs— until I actually saw what suburbs were.
Her mother laughed.
So there’s the reveal. A tattoo— which in hindsight— is not so cryptic. And pretty damned cool!
Hey, if her mother (who has since left Victorian Flatbush) likes it, who am I to judge? What’s more, I think it is neat!
Miss Heather
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