New York Shitty Day Ender: Blossom
Shortly after I took took this photo a man offered to pick this flower to me. I refused, but thanked him. I want this bit of ephemeral Garden Spot beauty to remain, however briefly, for all Greenpointers to enjoy.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox, Part I: Raccoon Injured On Manhattan Avenue?
This item comes from a lady named Sophia, she writes:
Hi!
So, I’m not sure if you have any information about this, but since it’s the sort of subject matter you usually cover, I thought I’d ask. Last night at around 9:00, a baby raccoon fell onto the sidewalk on Manhattan Avenue between Green and Freeman (right in front of the Mark Bar) from where its mother had made a den in the roof of the building. It survived, but was pretty badly injured, and lay there helplessly. A crowd gathered, and three or so people (sympathetic Mark Bar patrons?) were diligently tending to the little guy while attempting to contact the appropriate City authority on their cell phones. I didn’t stick around to see how the situation resolved. Were you aware that this happened? And if so, do you have an update?
To answer Sophie’s questions, no I did not know about this— but I would love to hear an update from someone in the know. If anyone has the low down on what happened pleased tender them via comments or email at: missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
At Large In Greenpoint: Spiff
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
I just received this the above photograph of Spiff the cats from her very upset owner, Stephanie. She writes:
Heather,
Our 12 year old cat just escaped from our car on Greenpoint and Leonard Street between Manhattan Avenue and Franklin Street (My boyfriend ran out of gas, chaos ensued, cat jumped out the car window.) I am hoping she is still in that area, but she might try to get back to our place on Franklin between Green and Huron. Would you mind posting her picture and a plea for people to contact us if they spot her? Her name is Spiff. She has grey stripes, a white chin and green eyes. She has a zitty thing on her chin right now from the food bowl. She is very sweet.
If anyone has seen Spiff please contact Stephanie via email at: stephanie (dot) lawkins (at) gmail (dot) com
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Blue Light Special
(Or, 214 Green Street Gets Lit)
Last night I had a craving for nachos so I decided to make a run to our spiffy new Taco Bell. When I did I noticed an azure glow emanating from McGuinness Boulevard and Green Street. My fair ‘nabe being bathed in a blue haze in rainy weather is nothing unusual. It’s one of the more interesting and under reported side effects from our waste treatment plant: the lighting from the Shit Tits is reflected in the clouds above. Truth be told, it’s rather pretty. But this blue hue was very much located on terra firma. I decided to go in for a closer look.
It would appear the new condominium at 214 Green Street has spiced up its facade with blue neon lights. This building has been the source of considerable debate between the Mister and yours truly. He, on the one hand, rather likes the red stucco facade. I, on the other, am of the belief it does not make up for:
- the rather oppressive use of black brick
- the fact this building is wildly out of context with its much more diminutive neighbors.
But even I have to admit this news (and if I may so,very Las Vegas) addition has cast my trepidations about “context” in, well, a new light.
The fact of the matter is garish lighting IS contextually in keeping with the overall je nais sais quoi of McGuinness Boulevard.
And a number of the balconies at 214 Green Street (and it sports many) afford wonderful views of it.
Where do I sign?
Miss Heather
LAST GASP Part II: Coffee, Tea or Me?
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Tonight as my buddy Rachael and I were eating dinner at Casanova’s we received a most unexpected appetizer.
This kitten came tearing into the restaurant like a bat out of hell. After making it all the way to back of the restaurant she finally calmed down enough for me to get her in a box— and spring into action. I calmly called a good friend of mine, Laura, who recently had the misfortune of putting one of her cats to sleep. Tat 2, as she was known, had cancer. Well, I think you can figure out the rest.
Welcome home McGuinness!
Miss Heather
P.S.: For those of you keeping track, last week I had to place a cat that was brought into the junk shop on a dolly. WTF?
UPDATE, June 10, 2010:
McGuinness’s new “mom” writes:
She didn’t eat all night long. She slept. Today she woke up all bright eyed but wouldn’t eat. She kept sticking her head in my armpit. Definitely looked like she’d never eaten solid food before. Well anyway, I stuck a little in her mouth today, and wow! She decided this food thing is really cool. After only one night of Bacitracin and Aloe paste, the cuts is pretty much closed and the redness almost gone. All in all, I think she’s doing very well. She was very scared the first night. After all, it’s a noisy family and we were moving stuff. She seems to be getting used to it already.
UPDATE, June 11, 2010:
Here’s McGuinness all cleaned up!
She went to vet earlier today and I am pleased to report she got a clean bill of health!
PSSST… Anyone Wanna Bathtub?
Since we kicked off the day with a mattress mountain I feel it is only appropriate we proceed to this curiousity from Green Street.
Originally intended for the Trump Soho Hotel?!? Well, that’s pretty spiffy. God only knows I have seen a lot of strange stuff in the Garden Spot since the real estate bubble burst, but this takes the cake: door-to-door bath tub sales.
A brave new tub for a brave new world!
141 Dupont Street too?!? This guy sure gets around.
Only in Greenpoint, folks…
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: 141 Dupont Street images come courtesy of Laura Hofmann.
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