The Word On The Street, Part III: The Choice Is Yours
Filed under: 11205, Clinton Hill, Clinton Hill Brooklyn, Navy Yard, The Word On The Street
From The Brooklyn Queens Expressway.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Slide Show Du Jour: Sunset Park Selections
As I have previous stated, yesterday I spent late afternoon and evening with the inimitable Carnade knocking around Sunset Park. In addition to making the acquaintance of Thatcher the Bodega Cat and stumbling upon a particularly nifty piece by Dan Witz we saw (and photographed) a lot of neat stuff. Follows are some highlights from yours truly. Enjoy!
As always you can view this slide show in larger format by clicking here.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Not So Subliminal Advertising
This evening I will leave you this lovely item which hails from (what I am guessing is) Red Hook. I suspect many of you, dear readers, will not be surprised when I tell you this business is located next door to an adult entertainment establishment sporting live girls and nudie booths. Both are purportedly owned by the same person(s).
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Kosciuszko Bridge Free Verse
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Yesterday afternoon I received a text message from none other than Queens Crap. It went as follows:
Great graffiti msgs on wall of bqe by crappy park
To wit I, the New York Shittite I am, inquired:
Which crappy park?
Let’s face facts: those of us who our “Parks Advocates” profess to serve in the 11211 and 11222 — the hoi polloi, if you will— while different in many ways can agree on one thing: our parks are overall, um, a bit lackluster. I was not being coy or cheeky when I asked Crappy for a clarification. I was a asking a legitimate question. If this is not damning indictment of the “system” which has been put in place to “benefit” my community I do not know what is. But I digress.
Crappy replied:
Vandervoort.
That’s all I needed to know.
Welcome to Sgt. William Dougherty Playground located at Vandervoort and Meeker Avenue in the armpit whoops, I meant on-ramp of Kosciuszko Bridge. I immediately noticed something amiss (as indicated by the above arrow). It took a little investigating— and a LOT of patience— but I unraveled this mystery. Or at least documented it. Here it goes.
(NOTE: You can view this section in larger format by clicking here.)
I love a happy ending.
Miss Heather
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