Greenpoint Gentrification Watch: 110 Green Street

It has been awhile since I have written about my favorite nondo: the Viridian. This is because since “Bird Gate” (in August) there has not been anything truly noteworthy to pass along. That is, until today.

Yes sir. Inasmuch as the Garden Spot of the Universe seems to be transforming into dime store version of her more famous sister down south, some things never change.

Miss Heather

The Viridian Institutes The “No Boil” Rule

I have long refrained from passing along to you, dear readers, the good news that the Viridian’s pool is open for business. This is because I thought it wasn’t really interesting enough to merit passing along.

Here it is.

Here is another view.

Although a bit cheap looking, there’s nothing terribly remarkable about these chairs. No excitement here. Then I looked directly across from these chairs— and it started to get quite interesting.

Four signs have been hung outlining the rules for personal conduct for said pool. The left one explains capacity, the far right one points out that no lifeguard is on the duty (and thus swimming is prohibited). The two in the middle get right down to the nitty gritty.

Yes, I realize Curbed featured this very sign a month ago.

But when paired with this, its companion to the left, well— that’s when I realized this is one class operation.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Dispatch From The Viridian

It’s been a while since I have paid attention to my good friend 110 Green Street. My buddy Larry da Junkman recently struck up a conversation with the doorman. Apparently they’re asking a much more reasonable $1,800 for a one bedroom at this, Greenpoint’s most famous, nondo. While still outrageously over-priced at least it is a step in the right direction.

But the Viridian is much more than a poorly planned and executed six story testament to the folly of the north Brooklyn real estate boom (and bust). I learned this when I checked my email last night; it can now list “bird killer” to its list of dubious achievements as well.

Jay Lombard of Unleashed Brooklyn/Dog Habitat writes:

Ugh. I was walking by the Viridian around noon today and saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks  three dead birds – all were the same species with beautiful yellow feathers. It took me a few seconds to figure out what happened… It appeared that all three died from broken necks from a sudden impact. When I looked up it became clear what happened to these three. I wonder how many more birds will meet the same fate…

This is directly above the bird carcasses (which were removed with 30 minutes of my discovery). My guess is that the birds were fooled by the reflection in the glass. I’m sure this happens all over the city… And probably very little that can be done to avoid this type of collision.

Indeed.

Miss Heather

P.S.: Apparently these are Cedar  Waxwings. (See comments). Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about them.

UPDATE, 2:55 p.m.: Crickey, it would appear someone is moving in!