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Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
The Word On The Street, Part I: Keeping It Real
Filed under: New York City, Queens, Street Justice, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
Taken July 9, 2014.
Urban Artifact: Feral Food Edition
Filed under: 11101, 11211, 11249, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Urban Artifact, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Kent Avenue, September 19, 2013
Court Square, September 22, 2013
This reminds me of something I learned from my new friend Mario. While we were talking about the situation at his feral cat colony, I was being eaten alive by mosquitos. He noticed this and gave me some advice: tie a yellow onion to my belt and periodically squeeze it (so as to release the smell). Apparently these little monsters do not like this. I cannot say I have gotten up the gumption to try this yet— but who knows…
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: What a Difference Two Letters Make!
One would have thought the folks who designed this poster would have seen this one coming. In any case, I’m glad they didn’t. This gem hails from Manhattan-bound platform of the E/M at 23rd Street – Ely and comes courtesy of Rowan5. NICE.
Miss Heather
Subway Photo Du Jour: 23 Street – Ely Avenue
Filed under: 11101, Crosstown Local, Culture War, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens
Taken June 14, 2010.
Miss Heather
Subway Photos Du Jour: D*ck In A Box
From the Queens bound platform at West 4th Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Wet Paint?
From the Queens-bound platform of the E/V at 23rd- Ely Avenue.
Miss Heather
Subway Photos Du Jour: Dazed & Confused
Filed under: Queens
The only part of this “service announcement” that makes any sense are the annotations.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: MTA Sucks
This priceless exchange (which hails from the 23rd – Ely Avenue subway station in Queens) comes courtesy of Victoria Belanger. Great catch!
Miss Heather
Subway Video Du Jour: The G Train Strut
As mentioned in this post, the Mister and I ventured to Long Island City for dinner last weekend. It was delicious (La Vuelta has yet to disappoint). But as with all things in life— be they good or bad— our evening came to an end. We needed to go home. This of course entailed taking the Crosstown Local. The G train. The “Gee, where is it”? The “Go nowhere” train. Call it what thou whilst.
Unlike many I do not take issue with the Crosstown’s lack of punctuality. In fact I am grateful for it’s zen-like service as it has worked wonders for taming my Type A personality. I was once an impatient and impetuous public transportation novice but the Jedi masters behind this line have seen fit to teach me a most valuable gift: patience. I take things a little slower and savor the little things in life nowadays. Like this guy.
(TIP: listen to “Jimmy James” or “No Sleep Til Brooklyn” by the Beastie Boys while watching the following.)
The Mister could not understand my fascination with this chap. He wanted to get home fast and was upset I was lagging behind. It ended up making no difference: shortly after this chap descended the stairwell our train was ready to go. It was as if the G waiting for him (and maybe it was— after all, this dude is cool beyond compare).
It just goes to show that some of us bear no shame whatsoever for being patrons of the Crosstown Local. Sure, we pretty much have to transfer to get anywhere— but it also gives us the opportunity to hold our heads up and roll out a most badass strut.
Bravo!
Miss Heather
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