Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Fill In The Blank
Filed under: 11222
From Engert Avenue.
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
Vito Lopez Has Won…
…or would that be Steve Levin? Vito’s monkeys were in effect yesterday evening in Greenpoint. At the subway exit on India Street, immediately outside Mary D’s Senior Center at 80 Dupont Street. When the Mister reminded them of the 100 foot rule they were defiant and obnoxious— but moved. They took to canvassing the local liquor stores instead. Fly monkeys, fly!
Per Brooklyn11211:
The carpetbagger from Bushwick seems to have won the nomination for the Democratic ticket for the City Council seat for the 33rd District. Lucky us. Vito has been screwing Greenpoint and Williamsburg for years; perhaps now Levin will kiss us first? I doubt it.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Consumer Product Watch: Squizz
For that special someone in your life who is suffering from a bad hair day I present to you “Squizz”!
AKA: Gorilla Snot.
I implored to Mister to purchase this product (which is available at Lorven Pharmacy for a sweet $3.98!) and give it a try but he demurred.
I guess he is a “Daddy Yankee” man.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Putting The “Man” in Manhattan Avenue Park
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Area 51, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Jay Lombard (who sent me the delightful images gracing this post) writes:
Wish you were here! Older gentleman in speedo. Glad to see some one is using the park… Best I could do without getting too close. Got the moon and the sun at the same time today.
Take THAT Long Island City!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Separated At Birth…
Filed under: 11101, 11222, Bloomblight, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens
or would that be death?
Colleen writes: not to take away from your own adventures in shit condos, thought you’d enjoy this.
Enjoy it I did (although Cheapshit failed to mention vibramassage beds in the above post). I laughed my ass off. Here’s another corker.
From their website
The Cobrizo @ Lake Union, combines affordability with spectacular views of Lake Union. The buildings trendy industrial exterior flows into the interior where interesting colors, angles and transitions between rooms emulate an active urban lifestyle.
WTF are they talking about?!?
By “emulate an active urban lifestyle” they must mean living directly on one of Seattle’s biggest highways, Aurora. Do not actively run across the highway in front, you will die…
I take issue with this. At least the Cobrizo has nice cement barriers to prevent some hapless idiot from driving into some other hapless idiot’s living room.
Last month in Greenpoint, Brooklyn U.S.A. a traffic light and one of Mayor Mike’s 1,000,000 trees “took one for the team”.
This little mishap blocked McGuinness Boulevard for hours. I have no idea how the chair factors into this. It has four legs; it could have, should have run. Maybe it did? In any case it does not appear to be very happy.
The “305 Lofts” were planned as condominiums but have since been dumped into rental property— with a few hilarious bumps along the way. I suspect the proximity to McGuinness Boulevard and being located one block away from the east coast’s largest waste treatment plant might have something to do with this. But I digress. Let’s proceed to the supreme grotesque— the purpose of this post.
In regards to the latter Cheapshit writes:
In these days of Seattle condo market freefall, we don’t build new condos. We almost tear down old buildings that were perfectly livable and leave them undemolished while making web sites about the fancy condo towers that we might build. This near pile of rubble one year later is the site of the “Seneca Towers”. The developer Levin Menzies, living in California, seems to have lost interest in this project. This is also what happens when you let developers run your city.
Same goes in New York Shitty. Who needs history or character when condos beckon?
Different coast, same story.
I am certain when the time comes the “Toch” facade will be lavished the same attention to historic and stylistic detail as this Karl Fischer masterpiece on Richardson Street.
Or this, his latest turd, 200 Franklin Street.
Both of the previous abominations were built by virtue of “modification” permits that are doled out New York City’s very own Department of Buildings regularly. Slapping obnoxious residential towers atop industrial properties is Karl’s forte. He is a one man race to the bottom.
This is what happens when developers run your city.
Miss Heather
Cheapshit, Queens Crap and I should do a bi-coastal critique of condo crap. It could be fun.
Citypoint Photos Du Jour: Why?
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens
Okay— I will be the first to admit that although I know “work” is being done on the Pulaski I am pretty ignorant of the scope of said “work”. Getting “up-to-speed” on this matter has been on my “to do” list for some time but has been sadly lost among the numerous other things I have to do. Today it was cleaning the apartment in anticipation of my brother-in-law’s visit.
After spending the afternoon exorcising our refrigerator, picking up stuff and arguing with each other the Mister and I got a bit peckish. We decided to go to Creek and Cave for dinner. To this end we hopped on the B61 bus* and headed to Long Island City without delay. Afterward— since the evening was nice and cool— we decided to walk home. This is when I noticed something was amiss on the Pulaski.
It would appear the pedestrian walkway has be demarcated into “Queens bound” and “Brooklyn bound” lanes.
Or not. It was pretty much business as usual: bicyclists tearing down the walkway shouting at pedestrians to get out of the way.
This is what you’ll find at the Borden Avenue stairwell. I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. Walk at your own risk?
As I approached the Kings County border I noticed the lines had stopped.
Perhaps this hilarity will be confined to Queens?
I thought to myself.
Nope.
Can someone please explain to me what this is supposed to achieve? Painting white lines along a pedestrian walkway on a bridge strikes me as being redundant. If one is to cross these lines he (or she) will either end up in Newtown Creek or McGuinness Boulevard: a one-way ticket to Woodhull. All the previous strike me as being much better deterrents to stay on the walkway than a pair of white lines.
The same goes for dividing the entrance ramps. Does the city honestly think this is going to change anything? It isn’t.
Before all the bicycle enthusiasts reading this tome get their collective panties in a wad I want you to think about the following before you comment (and/or criticize); I am not against bicycling. I am simply tired of almost being run over by bicyclists and/or being shouted at to get out of the way when I walk across the Pulaski Bridge. This is not a matter of bicycles or “green” transportation; it is one of being a good neighbor. What I have experienced on the Pulaski Bridge is anything but neighborly.
Pedestrians are just as entitled to use this walkway as bicyclists— but given the behavior I have experienced on the part of most bicyclists who use this thoroughfare this would not appear to be the case. It’s a simple matter of respect. I respect the right to ride bicycles. In turn, I would like to have my right to walk across the Pulaski in peace respected.
Painting lines on the pedestrian walkway is not going to teach people common courtesy. For this reason I am becoming increasingly of the mindset that dedicating one of the lanes of McGuinness Boulevard as a bike lane might be the most practical (and palatable) solution to this problem.
Miss Heather
*Where one individual managed to break the Metrocard reader by dumping a bunch of dimes in it. So we rode for free. Thank you, idiot.
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!
TODAY: Adoptable Cuties At Muddy Paws
Filed under: 11211, 11222, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
The Bountys are a quintet of winsome tabbies that were rescued with the help of crew members from the Jennifer Aniston/Gerard Butler vehicle being filmed in our ‘hood.
Three have been adopted. Two await good homes— maybe yours? First up: Bounty
Why this Greenpoint girlie hasn’t been adopted is beyond me. Bounty is adorable and packs a pint-sized punch!
Milo is more pensive— as you can see in the above photograph by Lisacat.
These two Greenpoint cuties (and a few of their feline friends) will be available for adoption today at Muddy Paws. Check it out!
Adoptable Cutie Cavalcade
September 12, 2009 starting at 2:00 p.m.
Muddy Paws
447 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Miss Heather
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