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.
EAST WILLIAMSBURG RECESSION WATCH: What Do You Want On Your Tombstone?
Filed under: Williamsburg
(Or, Ask For Jerry)
Once in a blue moon I will have one of those weeks when a number of readers bring something to my attention. This week it was the above sign advertising fresh brick oven bread. This may not seem remarkable to most of you— nor should it be. It’s the location of this sign that makes it so darned interesting. Chad writes:
I had to share. If you find yourself near the Graham L stop, check out Grande Monuments on Graham Ave. I’m sure you’ve seen it. It has clocks and weird shit in the windows to remind you that your time is limited. And they sell grave markers / headstones. Only now they also sell fresh baked bread too. In the window next to a grave marker – there is a tiered baguette stand with fresh bread for purchase.
I was precluded from heading there yesterday and documenting this personally. However, my colleague Lillet Langtry has done so and generously gave me permission to use her photographs. After all seeing really is believing, right?
Apparently the recession has spurred a side business: Fresh Baked Bread! No need for funeral baked meats or nothin!
Indeed. As some of you might be aware Mr. Heather works at a hospital. In the way of recession-proof employment it simply does not get much better than this. I mean, as long as there are human beings some of them will get sick or die, right? This unique business model has forced me to rethink this theory. Perhaps the recession has forced some folks to table kicking the bucket until their families can afford to inter them in the manner to which they would like to become accustomed? Stranger things have happened. I suppose we should go ask Jerry.
Grande Monuments/Brick Oven* Bakery
328 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Miss Heather
*A comrade’s crematorium? I can only hope so!
Photo Credits: Lillet & Trey. Thanks!
Subway Poster Du Jour: M Is For MILF
Just when I thought television couldn’t possibly inflict anything worse on the viewing public I discovered this advertisement at Montrose Avenue stop of the L. Is it just me or do these young bucks look like they’re queued up for a gang bang? I suppose, metaphorically speaking, they are. I guess I should just be content that these gents have shirts on. Nonetheless I still find myself asking:
Why god, why?
Miss Heather
Greenwick Photos Du Jour: Never Forget
Commercial Street
Harrison Place
Miss Heather
P.S.: In related news Construction Safety Week is cometh— and soon!
Just in time for Pa Heather’s visit to our fair city! Boy is he in for a treat.
East Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: 249 Varet Street Revisited*
Per their web site:
Free Internet, parking, computer use, cable TV, Long Distance Calling… our guests are spoiled…
Indeed.
The store bought stencil-tising certainly looks luxurious. I’ve seen halfway houses more welcoming than this. In any case give me a call when this heap is legal— or you have adequately paid off the proper authorities. Whichever comes first.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: East Williamsburg Naughahyde
This forlorn example of two-tone vinyl employed for a most stylish effect hails from Stagg Street just east of Stewart Avenue.
Miss Heather
Fun With Rock Photography in New York City
(Or: Don’t F**K With The DOS’s Boulder)
It could be argued that the only thing I like more than getting a good mind fuck is administering one. You know what they say: it is much better to give than to receive. Today I arose to a beautiful day and after catching myself staring wistfully out my living room window one too many times I decided to table the blog and go for a walk. A long walk. On days such as this I long to get a little taste of spring time— albeit not in the manner many of my fellow New Yorkers do. When they head to the park or take a nice stroll along the waterfront I pay a visit to the hinterlands of north Brooklyn Industrialville. To bastardize my buddy Brando Robert Duvall* from Apocalypse Now:
I love the smell of PCBs in the morning.
Which brings me to the not-so-small rock gracing the beginning of this post and the subject of mind fucks. I found this item on Gardiner Avenue just north of Varick Street. For those of you who are not in the know this rock is located on a rather sizable plot of land owned by the Department of Sanitation. This facility is patrolled by a security guard who I had the pleasure of meeting. He was your average Joe with a job to do; in this case, preventing people (ostensibly terrorists) from photographing their installation. Our conversation started as follows:
You can’t photograph that.
He said. To wit I replied:
I’m not going to argue with you, but could you tell me why this rock is painted green?
“That rock belongs to the Department of Sanitation” he said “and they do not want anyone taking photographs of their facility”.
Understood.
I said. “Believe you me the last place I want to hang out at on a pretty day like this is a waste transfer facility on Whale Creek. I simply like to photograph oddities. Take that truck down the street, for example…
…I’ve found Betty Boop on more things than you can possibly imagine. Just a couple weeks ago a found a refrigerator covered in Betty Boop stickers. I took a photograph of that too. As for that rock, well, I suppose it makes sense that the Department of Sanitation would paint it green. As you said, it is their rock and they can do with it whatever they wish. There are a lot of big rocks in this area. Many of them are painted and I have taken photographs of a number of them. There’s one at the intersection George Street and Evergreen Avenue someone has clad in plaid.
I really like that one.”
There’s also a rather nice boulder at the corner of Vandervoort Avenue and Division Place. It advertises sand and gravel for sale. A pretty witty selling tool if you ask me.
Then of course there’s the rock at Morgan Avenue and Rock Street.
That one has since been removed. Why I don’t know. Some people thought it was ugly but I rather liked it.
And then you have Arbitration Rock. Haven’t seen that one yet but I plan to!
It was at this point my new friend smiled. I suspect his years of experience informed him that a daft 30-something broad clad in pink pants, pink shoes, pink shirt, pink jacket and pink hair held at bay with an aqua blue bandanna (I lost my pink one a month ago) babbling about North Brooklyn’s boulders did not constitute a security breach. At least not one worth contacting the authorities about. Long story made short he relented and let me take a photograph of the Department of Sanitation’s rock.
Whoever you are security dude I will be eternally grateful to your generosity for allowing me to add this big boy to my collection. Thanks!
Miss Heather
*See comments.
Happy Easter From New York Shitty!
Mister Heather took this great photograph of a not-so-rascally rabbit getting a little play time in McCarren Park recently. Follows is a slide show I compiled of some shots I took in the greater 11222 area to celebrate this Easter Sunday. Enjoy!
Get off the computer already and enjoy the sunshine!
Miss Heather
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