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Great Moments In Advertising: Drumsticks For The Masses!
Yours truly has seen a great deal of interesting advertising campaigns over the years. Curiously enough, a great many seem to involve fried chicken. Go figure. In any case, prior to stumbling upon this specimen (which hails from Broadway) I popped into a local bodega to get a cup of tea. It was there I overheard the chap at the cash register bantering with a customer regarding the tsunami in Japan. The latter:
I’m waiting for one to hit the Empire State Building.
Cashier: Tsunamis don’t get that big.
Customer: Yes they do. The biggest one ever was 500 times taller than the Empire State Building!
That’s pretty damned high, gentle readers. Then again, so was this guy. In all seriousness, bodega banter might be good for a chuckle but what is happening in Japan most decidedly is not. For this reason I encourage those of you who are able (Hey, I know times are tough) to make a donation to the Red Cross. This can be done by clicking here. Thanks!
Miss Heather
A Southside PSA
Filed under: 11211, Culture War, The Natives Are Getting Restless, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Methinks these folks are serious, dear readers!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Encounter
Emily Raw (who took the above fab portrait) writes:
Was meant to send this to the delightful stranger on the right but lost her card between the subway & home. If anyone in Greenpoint recognizes her, let her know I have her image!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Flags
This item (which hails from Union Avenue) goes out to my buddy (and member of Community Board 1) Esteban Duran, who I had the pleasure of bumping into on North 6 Street yesterday afternoon. Being a good hostess (though the area in question is cross-jurisdictional; he being a South-sider and me being a Greenpointer), I made sure to provide ample entertainment. CASE IN POINT: the following exchange between yours truly and a 4-5 year girl. Child, pointing:
Mommy, why does that lady’s hair look like that?
Me (smiling to child, much to her mother’s embarrassment):
I pay a lot of money to have hair that looks like this.
Nice seeing you, Esteban. And if you ever find yourself in need of some very nice punchy red or bleach blond highlights just say the word and I’ll hook you up!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: La Cueva Clasica Antillana
Chris Arnade (who took the above photograph) writes:
This nightclub from the outside does not look like much, but inside at 3 am it was hopping with dancing and great music (Merengue and salsa mostly) being spun by Eddie
The club has been a fixture in the neighborhood for forty years, and despite the invasion of hipsters, my guess is not a single one has been inside.
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street: Go Home
Filed under: 11211, Culture War, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken February 27, 2011.
Miss Heather
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