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100 notables and interesting residents of my Brooklyn neighborhood.
CHARLES BLOW because as the New York Times' visual Op-Ed columnist and an award-winning art director, you bring a decidedly graphic style to that page, a great writing style and a distinctive point of view.JOHN HODGMAN because you play the PC guy in those funny Apple commercials and we love your hilarious, and completely fake, trivia books (“The Areas of My Expertise” and the new “More Information than You Require”), your regular appearances as the resident expert on “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart" and your description of Park Slope as a "utopian commune ruled by children."
LENORE SKENAZY because you did the unthinkable: you let your 8-year-old son ride the subway home from a department store on the Upper East Side. You didn't expect to get hit with a tsunami of criticism from readers. But you did and you handled it well; you even came out to Park Slope to tell the tale.
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I still have not been to Coney Island. *Lowers head in shame.*
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This was the long line at 8 am this morning to vote at PS 282 in Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York.
Received the following mass e-mail from N who proposed the following regarding the current season of Real World which is being taped in Brooklyn.
$100 to the first person in the house$500 to the first person to do something inappropriate in the hot tub of said house.
On like Donkey Kong.
I thought this concave mirror would be great for my new apartment starting next month. And then I checked the price tag. How much do you think it is?
Another view:
Gah, I really want this mirror! Note the matching look that the random guy standing behind me and I am sporting. I know everyone must be getting really sick of the white v-neck t-shirt and jeans thing that has practically become the summer menswear uniform du jour. I'm just hooked to its easy, versatile, and comfortable quality. Ladies, yes or no?
An amazing New York Times article: Kyle Hausmann, a 24-year-old Bed Stuy resident and paralegal found himself recently trapped at the Trophy Bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn after employees not realizing he was still there (he had imbibed more than a few) locked up for the night. One would think it would be a simple matter of making a couple phone calls, but it was a bit more complicated than that.
Calling the police seemed extreme, so instead he dialed up friends on his cellphone. But no one picked up — it was 6 a.m. Finally, a friend who was staying at his apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant answered and tried to shake Mr. Hausmann’s roommate awake. “Kyle’s stuck somewhere; he needs your help,” the friend mumbled. But the roommate slept on and the friend fell back asleep.[...]
So he tried another round of phone calls. Finally, he reached a friend who agreed to come to the bar. The plan was for Mr. Hausmann to slip the keys under the security gate, and for the friend to open the padlock. The friend showed up, and began calling Mr. Hausmann’s cellphone and banging on the security gate. But by that time Mr. Hausmann had fallen asleep on a bench out back.
Mr. Hausmann eventually woke up and again called his friend, who agreed to come back. It was around 8:30 a.m., 12 ½ hours after his night at the bar began.
An experience like this really defines the definition of a true friendship. Which of your friends would do this for you? Maybe I should start sleeping with my phone on just in case one of my buddies becomes trapped in a bar or elevator. At the least, Hausmann owes his buddy a beer or two.
Read more here and check out the bar's own blog coverage of the incident, including a note Hausmann wrote them.
Habana Outpost in Fort Greene is pretty much my favorite location, joint, hangout of the summer. Owned by the same people behind Cafe Habana (also delicious) on Elizabeth Street, Habana Outpost is basically the hotter younger sister of its Soho counterpart. Open only in the summer at the busy intersection of the Lafayette Street subway stop on the C, this restaurant has a large outdoor patio with shared picnic table style seating which is where the scene really is with a diverse and attractive collection of people. And because this restaurant is all "green" and an eco-friendly operation, you feel like you're being productive somehow by sitting outside on a lazy weekend afternoon drinking beers or frozen mojitos while chowing down on their famous corn and cuban sandwiches and listening to fresh old school songs selected by a pretty amazing DJ. And with beer starting at $2.50 you can really knock them back before the sun sets. I plan on making frequent appearances to this location all summer.
Jump in the time machine with me and lets go back to 1990 when Hammer pants were all the rage. And apparently still are for this cat:
U can't touch these hammer pants. U just can't! DeKalb subway stop, Brooklyn, 2008
Oh yea, this blogger had more than a few pairs of Hammer pants back in the day. I'd rock them while walking around the house listening to my Walkman (Most likely Another Bad Creation). Who didn't have these? Them were mad comfy AND let a man maintain his swagger while walking through the halls of Bear Valley Elementary School.
Speaking of ABC, when was the last time you heard this:
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Brooklyn, NY
Despite being under the Dayquil weather, my roommate dragged me to his girl's birthday party in Brooklyn. His reasoning: "After drinking you'll feel better anyway." Morning after update: I emphatically do not feel better at all today after drinking last night, but at the time it sounded valid and reasonable. Anyway, a couple pics. I had my friend Lea meet me there at the bar as it was near her apartment.
Lea digging through her purse to show us something from the latest issue of Vice. Warning: It's very aggressive and not safe for work or around grandmothers. More after the jump.
Bam! Vag Bag! Comment: I like how Lea bookmarked this page.
Dear neighbor, During the winter holiday months of December and January, the christmas lights on your apartment balcony that I can see from my bedroom window makes me feel festive and joyful. When those same lights are STILL hanging there in April, they remind me of sketchy dive bars in East Providence.
Warm Regards,
MRod
After hanging out with my friend Rachel this afternoon on the gilded area of Fifth Avenue in Midtown, I came home. On my way to McDonalds to get coffee (don't mock: the coffee there is great, at least at this location), I noticed that a cafe that was being built appeared to be open. People were inside mingling and employees stationed behind the counter. I walked in and something seemed off. I must have looked very confused. A woman behind the counter said nicely to me, "Hi. We're having a private party." Apparently friends and family were celebrating the soon-to-open cafe and the three co-owners. She, one of the owners, offered me a glass of wine, I nibbled on some of the food, and was thoroughly impressed with the cafe. Also, she pointed out that they also had Clover coffee machine, a $11,000 coffee maker, that the New York Times recently featured. Anyway, if you live in Park Slope, check out 3B (I think that's how it's spelled) in a week or two on 4th Avenue and Carroll Street.
Its been decided: Even if it is for assholes, the best brunch in NYC is Miriam (after Norma's of course...). I'm going to make it easy for you and tell you the address, how to get there, and what to order:
Miriam
79 Fifth Ave at Propsect Pl.
Brooklyn, NY
Order: Mediterranean crispy dough served with two eggs and Sparkling raspberry lemonade
(Manhattanities: It's easy to get to and well worth the short subway ride)
Boring Entry Warning. I've been having some pronounced knee problems [insert old man joke here] the past couple weeks to the point that I had to stop running because my knee would kind of pop out after jogging for just two blocks.
I'd never qualify myself as a "runner." In fact in the past I've always hated running and certainly didn't have any inherent abilities in that area. However, recently I've been enjoying it and so getting hurt was really annoying just as I was starting to be able to run a decent distance.
I was able to resume running again today and I'm excited that I can now run a full lap around Prospect Park. Hey, that's quite an achievement for this non-runner! My goal by the end of the summer is now to be able to do two full laps which will be exactly 6.7 miles.
Update: I self-diagnosed myself (thanks Internets!) and my affliction is apparently because I'm suffering from patellofemoral pain syndrome, otherwise known as simply "Runner's Knee."
You may feel pain toward the back of the knee, a sense of cracking or that the knee's giving out.
Yup, that's my knee! Explained it right to the dot.
Google just unveiled their latest addition to the Google Maps family. Its new "Street View" feature is DOPE. Of course, the first thing I did was enter my apartment address and got a nerdy thrill out of seeing it pop up.
When I first moved to the New York City and came upon my first street fair, I was enthralled. Wow. This is amazing. Look at all this food. All this culture. All these people. Amazing! I love New York City! I love everyone! And then I quickly learned that there's one every weekend in the summer all over the city. I quickly went from being a fan to a hater. Goddammit people, move! Ugh, look at all this crappy over priced street food that smells better than it tastes. Look at all this crap for sale. Do I really trust buying a dozen underwear from this guy for 3 bucks?
Then, the other weekend, I experienced my first Brooklyn fair. Well, this was wee bit bigger than the typical street fairs I experienced. It was some big thing for Park Slope, where I live. There was live music and the whole thing stretched for 30 blocks it seemed. All the restaurants on this stretch of 5th Avenue were selling food out front. My love of street fairs was reborn.
Anyway, I took some photos.
A cool puppy with blue eyes.
Pink is the new ice cream-candy truck.
Don't stop git it, git it.
"Next."
Mmm, peppers.
Three of the greatest crime fighters in comic books: Batman, Spidey, and Scooby.
Front row seat.
Living the cover band dream.
Oooh, artsy.