When I saw this flier (which graces the front of T & N Wine & Liquor) yesterday afternoon I simply had to capture it for posterity’s sake. Yours truly was particularly amused that being a “blogger with a digital camera” made the list of qualifications. In any case, those of you looking to make a little extra money (albeit while perpetuating a stereotype) might want to shoot these folks an email. Tell them Miss Heather sent you!
Miss Heather
P.S.: I would like to take a moment to thank this endeavor’s location scout, Jeff Brown, for taking my community’s advice to heart. Thus far I have not received a single complaint about the film shoots which have come to pass hereabouts.
I was told the agenda was light and for the most part light it was. There were even sounds of merrymaking behind yours truly.* At one point I heard the distinct “clinking” sound of a wine bottle being dropped. This of course garnered a great deal of attention from the (mostly) bored attendees. I personally assured our Public Safety Chair (whose jurisdiction oversees such stuff) that I was not responsible. Whether or not he actually believes me is anyone’s guess. The previous having been written, there were a few items of note from last night’s meeting. Some serious, some not so much. I will start with the latter first.
Those of you who have always wondered which members of our board have perfect attendance records will be pleased as punch to know that Borough President Marty Markowitz’s office conferred just such awards last night! Follows is the riveting video footage I shot. Enjoy!
Next up, a fellow Garden Spotter (who I presume was responsible for the rather jaunty fliers gracing the tables when I arrived— if anyone reading this managed to grab one please forward me a scan stat. I lost mine!) brings up the matter of expanding our current historic district to includes places North ‘Point.
Those of you who are intrigued by this chap’s proposal (I for one am) should make it a point to attend the next Land Use Committee later this month. I have it on very good intelligence that this gentlemen will be present.
Rounding out my video footage is a brief introduction from the Location Manager of the MTV series slated to grace the Garden Spot: I Just Want My Pants Back. (NOTE: You have to crank up the volume on this one.)
For those of you who are not in the know, the gentleman grilling this chap is our Public Safety Chair: Mieszko Kalita. The article to which he is referring comes from the Wall Street Journaland was a source of considerable anger in the Polish community hereabouts. The following passage should give you, gentle readers, a very good idea why:
The show’s other executive producer, David Bartis, who is based in Los Angeles, recalled the enjoyable unpredictability of filming on location in New York. He described an incident in which they called the police on an intoxicated bartender at Greenpoint bar Tommy’s Tavern, where they filmed the pilot. The bartender refused to leave the premises, Messrs. Bartis and Liman said, making it impossible for them to continue filming…
I suspect I speak on the behalf of a number of non-Polish, “newer” residents when I write that if the above anecdote is in fact true (and I have been assured by Mr. Kalita is isn’t), this gentleman is a hero. As our Public Safety Chair notes, there is a backlash against filming in this community (because there is so damned much of it). Those of you who are interested in taking up this chap’s offer for a dialogue (or simply want to watch the fireworks) will have an opportunity to do so June 23rd (once again) at the main office of Community Board 1.
Now I will round out this post with a few items which I did not film, but believe are important.
On June 28th starting at 6:30 p.m. there will be a joint Executive Committee/Public Safety Committee meeting to discuss a course of action regarding the liquor license conundrum our community is currently facing. This too will come to pass at Community Board 1’s main office, so mark your calendar!
By far the most disturbing part of the evening came to pass when a young woman spoke about she and two companions being the victim of anti-gay slurs on Greenpoint Avenue recently. Although I have reached out to this lady and her friends in the hopes of meeting with them and getting more details (for a later post) I will recounts what facts I did gather here and now. They were walking eastward on Greenpoint Avenue when a car pulled up and the men inside started shouting epithets. One of them threw a beer bottle at these women and one of them, being understandably angry, threw it back. This act, in turn, escalated the situation: the men in question followed them to the Gypsy bar (which is located at 159 Greenpoint Avenue) where a verbal confrontation ensued. One of the men asked of these ladies (and I quote) “Are you men or women? Because I do not hit women.” Exactly how this situation was resolved (or what, if any, action was taken by the management of this establishment) remains to be seen. However, it did end non-violently and it is my understanding that these ladies are going to work with the Anti-Violence Project to file a police report. When I learn anything new, dear readers, I will post it here. Otherwise, if any of my gay, lesbian or transgendered friends have the misfortune of being subjected to this unacceptable behavior, do not retaliate. Call 911 and let the police take up the matter. That’s they’re here for!
Miss Heather
*Who was engaged with a fellow member of the UCB1PSCLA playing Mad Libs using the evening’s proceedings as fodder. I have not transcribed them yet, but they look promising!
I will not lie to you, dear readers: I have had a long day. On top of the errands I had planned for today (which included dropping off a print for BARC’s upcoming fundraiser— the deadline is tomorrow, by the way) I was awakened by a very unpleasant olfactory sensation. It was not Greenpoint either. Rather, one of our cats had experienced some, um, “distress” and decided to leave it in the bathtub. This, in turn, was inspected thoroughly by one of her fellow felines. Exactly which one, I do not know. But he (she?) managed to step in it and leave poopy paw prints all over our bathroom. Diarrhea is not the way I like to start my day— at least not in my own home, anyway. But I endeavored to persevere. I even got an ice cream to cheer me up. It worked. Then I went home.
When I arrived back in Greenpoint I bought groceries. This is in and of itself not problematic.
Save, of course, when you have to dodge electrical cables, “film people”, minders and various hangers on telling you where you can and cannot walk in your own neighborhood.
Pair the previous with the fact you are carrying groceries (as I was) and it becomes quite rage inducing. This post goes out to the fine folks at MTV and the Mayor’s Office of Film, Theater and Broadcasting. I suspect I speak for a number of my fellow Greenpointers when I write that it would be greatly appreciated if the latter would cut my community a little slack. Some of us actually have to live here.
Regards,
Miss (the woman in the green dress who walked by your camera willfully and deliberately picking her nose with her middle finger) Heather
P.S.: Had I felt more up to the occasion (and had a few buddies in tow) I would have pulled my usual tactic which is shouting en masse (and very enthusiastically):
Do you need any fluffers?!?
It has been my observation nothing creeps out effete film folk more than highly agitated, sweaty 30+ something women offering such “services”.
P.S. #2: As a Greenpointer I find this (which comes courtesy of Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York) grimly amusing. That’s right folks: they recruited Williamsburgers to make Greenpoint look, well, like Williamsburg.
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