Long Island City Photo du Jour: No Parking
From Vernon Avenue.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Vernon Avenue
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
Taken February 20, 2012.
Found On Vernon Avenue: “Piggy”
When I spied this critter while walking down Vernon Avenue recently I did a double-take. As I learned from the gentlemen hanging out at this community garden this is not at all an uncommon occurrence.
A lot of new people like you who are moving into the neighborhood are fooled by her at first.
Moses (the gentleman at right) said and then he told me I was welcome to come by and hang out at his garden whenever I felt like it. I thanked him for his gracious offer and inquired as to his sow’s name. “Piggy” was his reply.
I mulled this over for a moment and made a recommendation:
Perhaps you should put on a sign on the fence saying “WARNING: Premises patrolled by an attack pig”. Moses and his companion (who I learned was once my neighbor, he lived at Box Street and Manhattan Avenue eight years ago) gave this matter some thought and agreed that this might be worth pursuing.
I have promised Moses to bring a portrait of Piggy to him the next time I am in the neighborhood. If you happen to be around 119 Vernon Avenue why now say hi to Piggy, Moses and his pals? They’re really nice guys.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Separated At Birth…
Filed under: 11101, 11222, Bloomblight, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Queens
or would that be death?
Colleen writes: not to take away from your own adventures in shit condos, thought you’d enjoy this.
Enjoy it I did (although Cheapshit failed to mention vibramassage beds in the above post). I laughed my ass off. Here’s another corker.
From their website
The Cobrizo @ Lake Union, combines affordability with spectacular views of Lake Union. The buildings trendy industrial exterior flows into the interior where interesting colors, angles and transitions between rooms emulate an active urban lifestyle.
WTF are they talking about?!?
By “emulate an active urban lifestyle” they must mean living directly on one of Seattle’s biggest highways, Aurora. Do not actively run across the highway in front, you will die…
I take issue with this. At least the Cobrizo has nice cement barriers to prevent some hapless idiot from driving into some other hapless idiot’s living room.
Last month in Greenpoint, Brooklyn U.S.A. a traffic light and one of Mayor Mike’s 1,000,000 trees “took one for the team”.
This little mishap blocked McGuinness Boulevard for hours. I have no idea how the chair factors into this. It has four legs; it could have, should have run. Maybe it did? In any case it does not appear to be very happy.
The “305 Lofts” were planned as condominiums but have since been dumped into rental property— with a few hilarious bumps along the way. I suspect the proximity to McGuinness Boulevard and being located one block away from the east coast’s largest waste treatment plant might have something to do with this. But I digress. Let’s proceed to the supreme grotesque— the purpose of this post.
In regards to the latter Cheapshit writes:
In these days of Seattle condo market freefall, we don’t build new condos. We almost tear down old buildings that were perfectly livable and leave them undemolished while making web sites about the fancy condo towers that we might build. This near pile of rubble one year later is the site of the “Seneca Towers”. The developer Levin Menzies, living in California, seems to have lost interest in this project. This is also what happens when you let developers run your city.
Same goes in New York Shitty. Who needs history or character when condos beckon?
Different coast, same story.
I am certain when the time comes the “Toch” facade will be lavished the same attention to historic and stylistic detail as this Karl Fischer masterpiece on Richardson Street.
Or this, his latest turd, 200 Franklin Street.
Both of the previous abominations were built by virtue of “modification” permits that are doled out New York City’s very own Department of Buildings regularly. Slapping obnoxious residential towers atop industrial properties is Karl’s forte. He is a one man race to the bottom.
This is what happens when developers run your city.
Miss Heather
Cheapshit, Queens Crap and I should do a bi-coastal critique of condo crap. It could be fun.
Bed Stuy Photos Du Jour: The Word On The Street
Flushing Avenue.
Tompkins Avenue.
Vernon Avenue.
Miss Heather
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