Greenpoint
Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
Musings Of A Junk Chick
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Yesterday I got to do something I suspect not too many people have the pleasure of doing nowadays: declining a job offer. Well I suppose it was more like declining the opportunity to discuss a job offer. Unlike a number of businesses a former employer of mine is thriving. So much so he had created a new position; one he felt I would fill splendidly. I probably would. However, it would probably entail curbing my “creative” endeavors in a very substantial manner. This is something I simply cannot and will not do. Besides, I am perfectly content at my other “job”.
Working at a junk store does not pay $50,000 dollars a year but this is not to suggest it doesn’t have its perks. For starters I am under no obligation whatsoever to be nice to a customer if he or she is behaving in a belligerent manner. Just today I slammed the door in the face of a man who would not shut up. I am not going to lie to you: it felt good. In addition my boss Larry has a great sense of humor. One of his favorite things to do is to tuck items of a very special nature in and around the area I am entrusted to tidy up. This too came to pass today.
This is one of the baskets gracing the jewelry counter. As you can clearly see there some photographs have been placed in it. Let’s take a look, shall we?
A pair of woman’s feet mashing overripe bananas on a plate. Yummy. Hmm, what else do we have here?
A juicy close-up of a dirty pair of woman’s feet. Even better. I found a great many more photographs of this ilk today. Follows is a selection of my personal favorites. Enjoy!
I call this one “Barefoot In The Park”.
Isn’t this Atlantic City?
This brings a whole new meaning to “Spice Girl”.
Oh my.
HULK-A-MANIA!
Freddy Krueger too?!? Say it ain’t so Joe…
Um, ok.
Built Tonka tough!
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
But to get back to the purpose of this post: there are some things you simply cannot put cash value on. Yours truly places high premium on entertainment. This is one of the many reasons I live in Greenpoint. I also fancy myself to be an urban anthropologist. The stuff that comes (and goes) from the store is not just clutter to me: it is a telling testament of the human condition. Which bring me to this.
…Snuffleupagus moved the rock on the third day, freeing the Chosen Bird to do His father’s bidding.*
(priceless)
Miss Heather
*Note this comes courtesy of dc108 (see comments). I loved it so much I amended this post.
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: The Party’s Over
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This piquant and very timely message hails from Huron between West Street and the waterfront (the lot slated to sport a 39 story condominium complex courtesy of the genius who brought us the Oro condominiums in Downtown Brooklyn). To see more nifty pix from my walk around the neighborhood yesterday point and click your way to my flickr set.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Intimation of Mortality
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The next time a bunch of drunk 20-somethings decide to use my block as an ad hoc toilet paper/playground at 1:44 a.m. on a Tuesday night I will be praying to god almighty they mess with this car.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Audio/Visual Presentation Du Jour: Fun At 1:44 a.m.
I have often been asked why I live in Greenpoint. To date I have yet to give (what I consider to be) a satisfactory answer. That all changed today at 1:44 a.m.
That is when I got to watch (and listen to) a group of three drunk hipsters cheer on one of their comrades while he wiped his ass on someone’s car.
Yeah, you can’t see jackshit in this vid but you sure as hell can hear it. It is rather difficult to channel your inner Cecil B Fucking Demille at 1:44 on a Wednesday morning. This is an hour those of us who do not have trust funds (or work third shift) can usually be found in bed. Usually.
Unless of course you have a bunch of drunken 20-somethings cavort down your block in the wee hours of the night like it is Bedford-fucking-Avenue, knocking over trash cans, trying to set off car alarms and cheering each other on to increasingly stupid, loud and obnoxious behavior. In which case you’ll find yourself sitting in front of a computer at 3:00 a.m. in Greenpoint writing about it.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: ACME
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Since I kicked off today’s offerings with fish I thought it only fitting I conclude with this lovely photograph of Greenpoint’s very own Acme Smoked Fish (home of the “no sit” rat traps) taken by mugsniffer. Too bad it isn’t scratch and sniff!
Miss Heather
A Very Curious Phenomenon
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
(Or: The Franklin Street Lending Library)
Anyone who lives on Franklin Street near India and has eyes (or ears) probably knows the story of this place. It used to be a garage but thanks to Karl Fischer (and the stringent criteria used for the issuance of modification permits) it is being “modified” GUTTED into a ten story luxury apartment building replete with professional office space. But the purpose of this post is not to malign this development (although it richly deserves it). Rather it is about a certain bicycle parked in the premises.
This bike, to be precise. Over the last month I have noticed a very curious phenomenon: people are leaving (exchanging?) books via its basket. Follow are a few visual aids (in chronological order) to give you a better idea what I’m talking about.
Three poetry books.
One book on web design.
My husband is a big fan of Neal Stephenson so after I took the above photograph he nabbed this tome.
A how-to book about knitting and a book about contemporary American women artists.
The top book in this assortment is about pirates. It should be noted that took the above photograph at 8:00 p.m. When walked back by later (11:00 p.m.) the books were gone. Anyone know what’s going on here? If so, please share. My curiosity is driving me crazy!
Miss Heather
Has Anyone Seen Tiger?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I am sad to announce that Tiger, Oreo’s replacement at the Franklin Corner Store, has gone MIA.
If you have seen this handsome little guy or know of his whereabouts please contact the Franklin Corner Store. This is no weather for a cat (especially one as cute as this one) to be out on the street.
Franklin Corner Store
210 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
(718) 389-8524
Thanks.
Miss Heather
Interesting Reader Email Of The Day
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
David writes in an email entitled “About the amazing chicken slaughter house on Greenpoint Avenue”:
Hello Heather,
I am emailing you because I live next to the chicken slaughter house (the one next door to the Robert Scarano’s “Canvas Condominiums” and on which someone has thoughtfully inscribed “This Place Stinks”— Ed. Note) and the sidewalk in front of it has been so disgusting in the last few days that it makes me want to puke every morning on my way to work: frozen blood, guts and other feathers … and I am not even talking about that smell.
I am planning to take a picture tonight if it’s not too dark or tomorrow morning.
Anyway, I was wondering if you think I should call 311 to complain or is it hopeless? I am sure I am not the only one in this situation.
Let me know what you think.
As it would happen I passed this establishment last Saturday. It smelled so bad I was gasping for air…
FROM ACROSS THE STREET! Anyone have any advice/anecdotes about this establishment to share with David? If so, please share them in the comments section.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Food With A Face
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Oy Vey!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From India Street.
Miss Heather
NYS Flickr Pool
You must be logged in to post a comment.