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Greenburg Slide Show Du Jour: Blizzard!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As promised, here is are some highlights of from my sojourn in the snow. It was nice to see kids (of all ages) out having fun. I regret to inform everyone no snow phalluses have been erected in McCarren Park— yet. But hope springs eternal and the day is still young. Enjoy!
And on that note, dear readers, I am off to take a nice HOT bath!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Whitewash
A few thoughts:
- Whitewashing over a Vacate Order— next to perhaps drawing a red circle around said Vacate Order— only serves to draw more attention to said Vacate Order.
- How the hell can a building which is under construction get a Vacate Order? Then again, you can always trust Williamsburg to be on the cutting edge when it comes to such matters.
I guess the Department of Buildings is at long last taking a more pro-active stance when it comes to enforcement.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: MLK Day Special
In observance of (what is left of) Martin Luther King Day I present to you this distressed but still quite lovely work of street art. The artist is Dain and it can be found on Driggs Avenue.
Miss Heather
From The Brookyn Daily Eagle Archives: Sticky Fingers at St. Stanislaus
Filed under: 11222, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Last night there was a flurry of activity at Chez Shitty. You see, every year Mister Heather’s father bakes batches of cookies. I can personally attest they are quite delicious as he ships them to use each and every year. This year was no exception. However, as of last night, they had yet to arrive. This greatly concerned the Mister. The man may very well be an atheist but I assure you he takes the matter of his Yuletide treats very seriously.
To this end he exercised vigilance rarely seen after a work day. He even tabled his evening cocktail in order to get to the bottom of this matter. If there’s one thing I have learned over the years it is this: you don’t mess with the man’s snickerdoodles. Phone calls were made, a routing number was secured and online he went. I quipped that we’d probably find the box empty, save a handful of crumbs, in front of our building in a day or two. He was not amused.
I do not want to suggest that my neighbors are dishonest folk. They’re not. However, if there’s one thing I have observed living here for the past decade (and working at the junk shop) it is some people will steal anything. Which brings me to this item I culled from the December 27, 1902 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Not only does this item bear testament to this fact (17 cents, flatware and a shawl do not an excellent haul make) but it also illustrates that nothing and more importantly no one is considered sacred to those who have sticky fingers. Even ladies of the cloth are considered fair game. Enjoy!
I am pleased to report that our cookies have been located! As it would happen they had arrived December 18 and were in the care of the business on the first floor of our building. Why they did not see fit to inform us of their arrival is anyone’s guess. The important thing is certain disaster and the rolling of many a head has been averted.
Miss Heather
Tis The Season: New York’s Bravest Spread Some Holiday Cheer
This morning I awakened to find a fair amount of rancor awaiting moderation in my comments queue. When I went out for a walk shortly thereafter, I noticed that everyone seemed angry. So much for peace and goodwill to all men. Needless to say when I stumbled upon Ladder 146 spreading some much-needed holiday cheer around Williamsburg today I couldn’t help but smile.
As luck would have it, a few minutes later I bumped into these guys making a routine inspection on Driggs Avenue. So I asked the driver what’s up.
Me: I really like the music you were playing back there. Who was it?
New York’s Bravest: I don’t know.
Me: You really should put on some Frank Sinatra. It’s the perfect day for it.
N.Y.B.: Whatever is on FM 106 is what we play. If they put on some Frank Sinatra, we’ll play it. We figured this would cheer people up.
Indeed. A half hour later I spied our guys spreading a little more holiday cheer on Bedford Avenue!
This post goes out to the hard-working guys of Ladder 146. You made my day!
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Santa Invasion at McCarren Park!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Tony (who sent me the above photographs) writes:
Hopefully some NYS readers will send you better pix from the Santa chaos in our hood this morning.
Indeed. Anyone know what this is (was?) about? If so, please share via the comments. I’m dying to know!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Conspiracy Theory
Filed under: 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Beadel Street
Driggs Avenue
It is at moments such as these that I realize my life is excruciatingly dull in comparison to some of my fellow Greenpointers.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Alas, Saint Nick…
I knew him well.
When I encountered this, Santa Claus in a shopping cart, on Driggs Avenue I had to take a photograph of it. The porter of said building was as perplexed and amused as I was. He encouraged me to take St. Nick home. I told him taking Santa home in a shopping cart would be a schlep to Greenpoint.
Perhaps Santa’s new sleigh could be pulled by rats or stray cats?
I suggested. He laughed. And we both agreed the holidays suck.
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.
Greenpoint Videos du Jour: Dog Parade Redux
Here it is: highlights from yesterday’s dog parade from McGolrick Park. Nothing fancy (try filming dogs— they’re harder than cats. Felines don’t give a damn about attention; canines care a lot.). Noetheless you’ll see a couple prize winners and many other winsome pups in the following footage!
Part I
Part II: Featuring Eeyore
Part III: Featuring Amelia Earhart
Over and out!
Miss Heather
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