Greenpoint
Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Whoa On Devoe
Filed under: 11211, Abjectecture, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
(Or: A Little Something For The Ladies & My Gay Friends)
The above item elicited many a sophomoric giggle from yours truly this afternoon. I suppose it goes without saying I brought it to the Mister’s attention as soon as I arrived home.
Me: Check this out!
The Mister (sitting on the couch, squinting): What is that?
Me: Come over here and look.
And “look” he did.
T.M.: Oh. It’s a man dropping his pants.
Me: Yup. You can bounce a quarter off of that ass! I for one really like how it is juxtaposed with the balconized and downright totalitarian-looking piece of ass to the left.
The Mister concurred.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: 88 Holes
Filed under: 11206, 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
For those of you who are wondering the 88 holes in question are the perforations which render the image of the telephone receiver on this kiosk (Yes, I counted them).
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: The Dare
It would appear that all is not well at 418 Union Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Over Under
Filed under: 11206, 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken January 12, 2011.
Miss Heather
Where The Sidewalk Ends
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Bloomblight, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This is the impediment which faced the Mister and I as we endeavored to go to Kenny’s Trattoria last night (we crossed the street because the sidewalk along McCarren Park along Bedford Avenue was a mess). It is located where the Automobile High School ends and Parks Department property astensibly our open space begins. A cordon sanitaire or simple incompetence? I’ll leave you, dear readers, to make the call. All, I’m saying is I saw Parks employees spreading copious amounts of salt at the corner of Bedford Avenue and North 12 Street yesterday morning. Yup.
Miss Heather
P.S. and while I am on the subject:
Where’s the sidewalk? I ask because walking on Union Avenue is friggin’ scary.
There should be a sidewalk here.
You have no idea how grimly amusing I find our mayor facilitating over-development by fly-by-night developers such as the shit heap you see at left (there were buildings there once— I swear) and then is seemingly surprised when very people he has enabled to move into north Brooklyn (who will undoubtedly inhabit the edifice to the right) have the temerity to complain.
East Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Zeitgeist
Filed under: 11206, Criminal Activity, Dog Shit Signage, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
I could tell something was afoot when I passed a youth wearing a t-shirt which read as follows:
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
Have a nice day.
If there’s one thing I have observed about East Williamsburg over the years it is its citizens do not mince words. This is a large reason why I find this neighborhood so endearing: they say whatever is on their mind. CASES IN POINT:
I encounter this pup on Lorimer Street. When I inquired of his “person” as to what his friend’s name was he replied:
Give me your phone number.
To wit I replied:
If he has a cell phone— and I trust he does— I’ll be more than happy to program it into his phone since I have opposable thumbs.
It took a moment, but he got the joke and ‘fessed up that this— his— dog has no name. He asked me to give him one— and I did: Amos. As I have mentioned fairly recently, I grew up with a bulldog with just this name as a kid. That was a good enough reason as any so it stands: Amos it is!
Montrose Avenue
While no explanation is given methinks what happened here is pretty clear: this person had his (her?) bike stolen. I can only wonder what Janice Sadik Khan would think of this. But I digress. As I continued down the street— pondering the fact this act of theft came to pass a mere five minute walk from the 90th Precinct all the while— I stumbled upon this.
Wow, they really do have a problem here.
I thought to myself. And this.
Yup.
And last— but hardly least— this find from Graham Avenue
I will readily admit my command of Spanish (or pretty much anything for that matter) was not up to par today— it was one of those days. We all have them. But the message gets across nonetheless.
I love a happy ending! *sigh*
Miss Heather
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