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LAST GASP: Monthly Tit Tours?
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Newtown Creek
Yes, gentle Greenpoint readers, this would appear to be the case! Per NYC.gov:
We’re #1 at processing (and publicizing) #2! I know where I am taking my mother when she visits our fair city this spring. How about you?
Miss Heather
P.S.: Special thanks go out to Laura Hofmann for bringing this to my attention!
‘Tis The Season: Christmas-a-cue
While some might interpret a conspicuous display of wattage as being holiday spirit, I find the more humble and creative Christmas concoctions more compelling on occasion. CASE IN POINT: this find from North Henry Street. It has all the essential Greenpoint elements:
- Patriotism
- Barbecue
- A Santa hat
- and other pagan accouterments
Beg to differ my analysis? Why not go there and take it up the matter with the creators of this item. This Christmas-a-cue has “kick ass” written all over it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Mini Slide Show Du Jour: Smells Like Halloween Spirit!
Taken October 21, 2010.
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can views these images in larger format by clicking here.
New York Shitty Slide Show Du Jour: Veni, Vidi, Vici!
As I have mentioned— or at least intimated— this morning I got up bright and early morning so as to prepare myself for the Digester Egg Experience. I prepared my outfit for the day the night before: Subtexture’s awesome Greenpoint tee featuring the ‘Tits (as customized by yours truly) paired with coordinating pants. The sneakers? I will readily admit they do not coordinate: but they are pretty much the only thing I have in the way of sturdy “closed-toed” shoes. In this respect I think some leeway is allowed. Let’s face facts: I was not exactly going to have tea with the Queen. Rather, I was going to see the largest waste treatment plant in New York City. One man on our “tour” called the digester eggs “those Turkish dome looking things”. I corrected him:
Hereabouts we call them the Shit Tits.
And see them I did— along with the “Flushing Camera Club” (this made me giggle like a teenager) and a couple of folks that could be best described as sewage treatment “foamers”. I was not quick enough on the draw to get their questions/commentary. So it goes. But I did enjoy one volunteer admonishing us not to smoke— and a fellow OHNY goer asking why.
Methane gas.
The vollie relied. To wit I added:
Click, BOOM!
He found this tremendously amusing. My fellow tourists not so much. Anyhoo (and without further ado) follows are some shots from the Shit Tits. Enjoy!
As always you can view this slide show in larger format by clicking here.
Miss Heather.
Thumbnail Credit: Mister Heather
LAST GASP: The Shit Never Sleeps?
As if my props to this, the Garden Spot’s most prominent landmark, via Time Out New York was not enough now I have learned our very own Shit Tits have made their way onto the silver screen. In an Oliver Stone film, no less! Jen (one of the fabulously cool co-pastors of the Greenpoint Reformed Church) writes:
Hi Heather,
You might already know about this, but today Ann and I went and saw the new Wall Street movie and the shit tits play a major role in the film. Of course they aren’t playing the role of a poop processing center. Instead they have been casted as a green energy research facility. Creative casting.
Methinks I might just have to see this (or would that be “them?”) on the big screen!
Miss Heather
P.S.: On a related note, the Greenpoint Reformed Church’s food pantry and soup kitchen needs your help now more than ever. You can make a donation by clicking here and learn how you can volunteer by clicking here.
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