WANTED IN WILLIAMSBURG: Bill Murray
This interesting (and somewhat misguided solicitation) can be found at Urban Rustic. My advice: canvass the local watering holes and L train, guys.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Oh yeah, and if you do find him get his autograph for me. Miss Heather loves her some Caddyshack!
A McCarren Park PSA: Clean!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Upon seeing the above woman hosing out the womens’ “comfort station” I simply had to pay it a visit. Sure enough, the interior was wet (as she, the helpful parks employee she was, politely warned me) but everything was more or less spic and span. Inasmuch as can be expected, anyway. For those of you who have been keeping count, the cleansing (exorcism?) of the McCarren Park bathrooms took no less than five days. As for the state of the mens’ lavatory, well, I will have to leave that to you guys to find out… but it looks encouraging!
Regrettably I learned a few minutes later on Lorimer Street this most auspicious turn of events came a little too late for one north Brooklynite.
Uh-oh.
That’s rough!
What came first the cup or the crap?
Noticing a woman was headed my direction walking a dog I felt compelled to warn her. It has been my observation that canines are rather fond of such things. She thanked me and went on to opine:
Disgusting.
I couldn’t have said it better myself. Oh wait: I did. In closing (and for those of you who are wondering) what you have just seen is not anomaly: it’s what McCarren Park looks like after any given spring/summer weekend.
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can see more pictures from my morning sojourn to McCarren Park by clicking here.
CAVEAT: It isn’t pretty.
Greenburg Photos Du Jour: McCarren Park
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken May 15, 2010.
Miss Heather
P.S.: These are the coolest fairy wings I have ever seen. I half-joked to this lovely (and very focused) lass’s mother that I would buy them for $50.00. Nothing doing.
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Kite Day Cometh!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
With the weather being as dreary as it is I was delighted to get a reminder from a reader named Ruth that this upcoming Saturday, May 15, is Kite Day at McCarren Park! Those of you who have yet to check this out really should— it’s a lot of fun. What’s more, it is for good cause; it’s a fundraiser for P.S. 132!
Kite Day
May 15, 2010 starting at noon
McCarren Park
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can see photos of last year’s festivities by clicking here.
Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: Fear & Loathing On Bedford Avenue
Filed under: 11211, Bloomblight, Culture War, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken May 8, 2010.
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: The McCarren Park Tree Twat, Revisited
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This find hails from (where else?) Bedford Avenue and North 12 Street and comes courtesy of Alex who writes:
See the attached photo for something I spotted in McCarren park this past Saturday. Someone saw fit to adorn the park’s vaginal tree with a piercing… classy.
Where’s Larry Flynt when you need him?
Miss Heather
UPDATE, August 30, 2010: It has come to my attention that this piece has been linked to by AOL. This is a New York Shitty first! In this tome (which you can read here) the author— for reasons only known to him— saw fit to get a quote from Gersh Kuntzman of the Brooklyn Paper. Why, I do not know. Mr. Kuntzman is a lot of things, but an expert on north Brooklyn is not one of them. What’s more he has a nasty habit of lifting content from blogs— mine among them. In some circles this is considered plagiarism. Suffice it to say I am not a fan of Mr. Kuntzman.
With the previous disclosure I present to you what he had to say about the above item (and vagina trees in general):
I think I speak for all Brooklynites who love vaginas — and I’m speaking for a lot of people, so I understand the gravitas — when I say that the only place to truly enjoy a vulva of any kind is in McCarren Park.
Given that this gent has seen fit to videotape himself molesting a multimillion dollar apartment and that I was in McCarren Park just yesterday this, well, makes me more than a little nervous. Methinks I’ll be patronizing Gantry State Park in Queens moving forward. I would advise you, dear readers, to follow suit: the sticky stuff on our foliage might not be sap!
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