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Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: Pubic Enemy #1
From the Smith – 9th Church Avenue Bound Platform at Nassau Avenue
From the Smith – 9th Church Avenue Bound Platform at Metropolitan Avenue
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Very Special Treat!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
One of the (admittedly) numerous things that puts me in an absolute tizzy is the fact that fewer and fewer Americans read— much less write— the English language on anything resembling a high school level. Inasmuch as this city places a strong emphasis on test scores, what is the point if the person(s) receiving a diploma cannot communicate intelligently? (I won’t bother to go into some of the recent college graduates with whom I have had the pleasure of interfacing; they’re even worse.) This depresses me to no end.
But this morning when I checked my email I found a reason not to be so glum. Butchered spelling can be bonus— albeit under the right circumstances.
Jan writes in an email entitled “Deli Counter ahem”:
I just had to send you this one. Not safe for work!! Aside from the giggling hipsters noticing, these labels have been there a few days. heheehheehe.
I wonder if these are vegetarian vagitarian friendly?
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: G Is For Genesis
I am certain by now many of you have noticed the new signage gracing the Smith – 9th bound entrances to our very own Crosstown Local. I was so gleeful at the prospect of our friends in south Brooklyn getting a taste— four years of it to be precise— of the G train experience I simply had to document this momentous event for posterity. What will they have to look forward to, you ask? I’d just as well prefer to let them find out. But the following, which comes courtesy of Holly, is a hint!
She writes:
Saw this yesterday morning on Smith/9th bound G platform at Nassau and thought of you…
Text reads: G enesis to Revelations – same wait
In a world where things are changing so fast I can barely keep up I find it curiously reassuring that the G is still the train I know and love. Yes, the Crosstown Local is unreliable— but it is consistent!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Weekend Starter: People In My Neighborhood
After whiling this balmy afternoon by enjoying my first and very much-anticipated taste of summer I am going to kick off the weekend with some more people from the neighborhood. Enjoy!
Manhattan Avenue
Franklin Street
Norman Avenue
Driggs Avenue
Lee Avenue
Miss Heather
More People In Our Neighborhood
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
After taking a relaxing and invigorating day off from the Interwebs (Hey, even I need to take a break from the computer every now and then!) I will open and close today’s offerings with some more great photographs from Tony Luib. Enjoy!
Crazy mouth drunk guy who vomited in front of me
Deal going down
Lady hopefully not looking for smokes
Lady in pink smoking
Lady in green
Lil Willy close-up
Madison Ave meets Manhattan Ave
Puerto Rico
Standing sleeping man with cane
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Beautiful Polish Girls
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Last week the Mister and I took Larry da Junkman our to dinner. So elated was he, a father of two small children, to at long last have a night out (albeit with a 10:00 p.m. curfew) he exclaimed:
Let’s go to a strip club!
I replied:
The only one I can think of is Pumps by the Metropolitan Avenue Bridge. There’s no way in hell I am going there. One time (name excised) did. He watched a bored dancer strip on stage while a solitary onlooker made paper footballs and flicked them at her.
Firmly ensconced in the armpit of English Kills— a place that is cringe-worthy enough in daylight— can you honestly blame me for putting the kibosh on an evening’s worth of “adult” entertainment? What’s more, with reviews like this:
First of all, it’s called Pumps. Secondly, it’s an old diner car turned into a strip club. You can get a lap dance in the “private viewing area”, but it’s just behind an old shower curtain about 2 feet from the bar. Oh, and the girls dance on a couple of poles thrown in behind the old counter where once someone ate a fried egg or something. And the cash machine has a $5 surcharge. It’s insane.
I wouldn’t set foot in this establishment without a hazmat suit. Alas, a more palatable alternative manifested in my inbox shortly thereafter.
Jay Lombard (who took the above photographs) writes:
If you saw this sign wouldn’t you assume that the establishment was a place where you got to see ALL of the girls? Well it’s actually the Onyx on Morgan and Nassau.
Two days late and a solitary dollar (excitedly shoved into some anonymous woman’s g-string) short is the sad story of my life. Oh well, maybe next time.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Some More People From My Neighborhood
Java Street
Greenpoint Avenue
Nassau Avenue
McCarren Park
Bedford Avenue
Jackson Street
Metropolitan Avenue
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Rattus Garden Spottus
From the Smith – 9th bound platform at Nassau Avenue.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: R & R
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From McGolrick Park.
Miss Heather
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