Sponsors Wanted: Robot Monkey Chimpionship
Dan, the man behind the robots writes (in regards to this post):
Guess who’s coming to Greenpoint on the 26th?! I attached the sponsorship info if you know of any wise individuals or businesses that want to sponsor a team. See you there, I hope. I owe you and your man so much for helping me last time. I’ll buy you drinks at the very least.
Mister Heather was a hero at the last event. He donated AA batteries and a screwdriver (or two) so as ensure the hilarity would proceed. And it did! We felt it was the right thing to do. It was a matter of Greenpoint pride.
And yet despite the Williamsburg Versus Greenpoint Robot Monkey Wars being heavily seeded in our favor, the Garden Spot still lost. But we did so with style, a prodigious use of profanity and an utter disregard for good sportsmanship. This made me proud. For this reason I am going to hustle the $50.00 necessary to make team NEW YORK SHITTY happen! I don’t care if we win or lose— I just want to give my good friends in Manhattan a few compelling reasons why they should stay on their side of the river.
Here’s how you, fellow Brooklynites, can too!
By clicking on the above image you should get a print quality image you can annotate and send to Dan “The Toy Man” Walker via email or snail mail. Both are indicated on the form.
See you Saturday.
Miss “Ready to Kick Some Manhattan Ass/Act Like a Sore Loser” Heather
The Good Wife Comes To Greenpoint
The Mister just found this slid under the front door of our apartment building. My favorite passage reads as follows:
We are aware that filming can be an inconvenience, but please know that we will be making effort to keep disruptions to a minimum.
How can one minimize “disruptions” which arise from using both sides of two city blocks as your personal parking lot/trailer park? Note the generous three days notice. Gee, thanks.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Brownfield Farms?
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
On Labor Day I posted an item entitled (appropriately enough) Happy Labor Day From New York Shitty. Among the scenic points of interest I pointed out to my fellow Greenpointers was Bushwick Inlet…
and this dead rat. This was several weeks ago. Not only is the dead rat box still there, but more garbage has accumulated and the weeds have overgrown the sidewalk to a point where pedestrians are taking their chances on the bike lane nowadays.
The owner of this property, Motiva, also has holdings on Paidge Avenue. For some inexplicable reason those facilities there are better maintained.
Perhaps my buddy, fellow Greenpointer and New York Shitty contributor, Rowan, offers an explanation: they’re trying to go green on brownfield.
They’re starting a farm. Rowan writes (in regards to the above photograph):
Yes. A lone corn plant.
I couldn’t believe it. Is this really corn?
Hell if I know. Can anyone out there verify if discarded Marlboro containers and dead rats make good compost in a brownfield? Is this a halfhearted attempt to restore some much needed greenery to The Garden Spot of the Universe? A foray into alternative fuel? Or simply a public nuisance?
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Sunset
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Bushwick Inlet.
Miss Heather
TONIGHT: Taxi Confidential
Tonight Word Books will be hosting an event with Taxi Confidential author (and Greenpoint resident) Amy Braunschweiger. What is Taxi Confidential about you ask? Here’s a synopsis from the book’s web site:
In Taxi Confidential, cabbies ranging from a lead-footed pothead to a philosophizing immigrant sage grapple with what chance tosses their way. Author Amy Braunschweiger uncovers the best taxi stories from the 1970s through present day, and takes the reader on a 100-mile-per-hour ride through Gotham’s darkest alleys, roughest neighborhoods, and hidden sweet spots.
This sounds intriguing enough— but I wanted to learn more. So I contacted Word Books. They, in turn, put me in contact with Ms. Braunschweiger. I asked her a few questions which she was kind enough to answer below.
H: What gave you the idea to write Taxi Confidential?
AB: I wish I could take all the credit for it, but I can’t. My editor, Lee Klancher, approached me with the idea of a book about NYC taxi stories. I liked it, but then expanded on it and make it my own. I wanted stories from both cabbies and passengers – from both sides of the partition.
Also, I wanted stories that read like fiction – suspense, action, drama, the good stuff. I wanted to get into the mind of the cabbies and their passengers, to see what they were thinking and feeling every step of he way. So when you read Taxi Confidential, you know everyone’s opinions and motivations, as well as their backgrounds. If someone started out the day dumping hot coffee in their laps, I tell you.
H: A number of books have been written about cabbies (New York City Hack and Taxicab Wisdom immediately come to mind)— what sets Taxicab Confidential apart from them?
AB: Taxi Confidential, is a collection of around 50 stories from the 1970s through present day. Some stories are lurid, some are poignant, and they’re all entertaining. Almost all these stories focus on a specific moment when the interaction between cabbie and passenger changes someone’s life – when an unexpected variable flies into the situation like a pickax, forcing a change of course.
It’s a book that contains factoids without reading like a dry academic book. It has stories from both passengers and cabbies. And it’s a tour of New York City through four decades.
H: A number of stereotypes abound regarding New York City cab drivers (for example, that most are from Pakistan or India). Thus I imagine in the course of putting together your book the issue of stereotypes arose periodically. What is in your opinion the biggest cabbie myth?
AB: The first stereotype you mentioned is true – about 50% of cab drivers come from India, Pakistan or Bangladesh. And as of a few years ago, about 90% of cabbies were born in foreign countries. Today, cab driving is an immigrant’s story.
Until I researched this book, I didn’t realize how dangerous a job driving a cab could be. Think about it. As a driver, you’ve got your back to the passenger – a total stranger – and you’re focused on navigating traffic. Oh, and you’re carrying crazy wads of cash. And everybody knows it. Talk about a prime robbery target. In the past couple months alone, three limo drivers were killed in robberies. Many drivers I spoke with have been held up.
H: What is the craziest cabbie story you were told?
AB: Not surprisingly, the craziest stories involve sex and drugs. One of my favorites involves a transvestite prostitute robbing a driver by holding one of her stiletto heels to his head like a weapon. Another cabbie told of driving into the sunrise while his hooker passengers drank 40s and smoked crack in his backseat. And then there’s the sex. I mean, we all know that sex in cabs happens, but I had no idea of the extent.
H: What was the most touching?
AB: My book has plenty of stories of passengers and drivers sharing a special moment, and forging a special bond of mutual respect and understanding. But for me, the most touching stories were also the most disturbing, the ones that really pushed the boundaries. One cab driver had a teenage boy die of a stab wound in his cab during the 80s. The story is packed with action, but it’s also about the cabbie’s personal journey, his fear and his grief. Another touching story has a post 9/11 theme, and is about a misunderstanding between a Muslim cabbie and his passenger, a well-traveled woman. They actually leap out of the cab to yell accusations at each other. But they reached a point of understanding and ended up hugging on the street.
Sounds interesting to say the least, yes? Why not swing by Word Books tonight for an evening of taxicab goodness?
Meet The Author: Taxi Confidential
September 16, 2009 starting at 7:30 p.m.
Word Books
142 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Oh yeah, Ms. Braunschweiger will also be bringing along some special cabbie guests!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: The Gut Truck
mattcoats (the taker of the above photograph) writes:
Hello Here is a photo of the slurry truck making the daily pickup from the local slaughter house. I took it a while ago, but this neighborhood gem knows no season.
He goes on to opine:
…if awesome internet commenters are ever to outrage about people living next to a slaughter house, I’d like to counter and say; I don’t care, dead chickens are quiet neighbors.
You know, he makes a very good point!
Miss Heather
P.S.: Special thanks go out to Matt for giving me permission to repost this photograph. You can see this image in its full-sized a resplendent glory and much more via his flickr photostream. Check it out!
Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: Cupid
Filed under: 11222, Bloomblight, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
This is one of the few nice things to be seen on Dupont Street nowadays.
Miss Heather
Happy Labor Day From New York Shitty!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
The sun’s out, the weather is pleasantly mild. I cannot think of a better place to while away this Labor Day than a nice walk along the Greenpoint’s waterfront.
(Java Street)
(Kent Avenue)
Or not. A half-eaten sandwich and a dead rat covered with flies are but a fraction of the delights which await you if you decide to visit Greenpoint’s waterfront.
Is it detritus you seek? Kent Avenue has it in spades!
But if you’re looking for a little Greenpoint greenery you’ll be hard-pressed to find it anywhere else.
Who needs parks when we have this?
Although a discarded styrofoam cup sort of defeats the message. You know, after all this walking and tea quaffing I need to go to the bathroom. Methinks I will head over to Kent Street.
It looks like they have locked up the Econoheads. Damn.
Oh wait, here’s a toilet…
and it is even appointed with a sink— very nice! On August 13, 2009 The Brooklyn Paper published an article entitled “Gates of Wrath”. Follow are a couple of quotes from this tome.
Greenpoint continues to have virtually no access to its waterfront and [proposed] parks are still years away from completion… These street ends, once fully open, accessible, and clean, will provide the community with three desperately needed waterfront havens. — David Yassky, City Councilman* for the 33rd District & Candidate For City Comptroller
“It might just be a crumbling street end, but people are eager to get down there and be by the water. — Stephanie Thayer, Parks Employee and Executive Director For Open Space Alliance North Brooklyn.
Only the best for Greenpoint.
Miss Heather
P.S.: To see some late summer rodent love— East Village style— click here. Trust me: it’s worth it.
*Who has been in office since 2001 and is just now “noticing” what anyone who has lived here for a year knows all too well. Way to go, Sherlock-fucking-Holmes.
Greenpoint Video Du Jour: Movin’ Day
I was a little slow on the draw when I caught this curious happening last night on Franklin Street. Then again, it’s not everyday (or in this case, night) that you see a human dolly rolling down the street. I gotta hand it to these guys: this is an ingenious solution to a common problem. Screw with “man with a van”— these chaps should hire themselves out!
Miss Heather
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