Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, New York City, Urban Fur
Today yours truly saw a great many festively fettled furkids in the East Village. The above fellow garnered a great deal of attention and commentary. This is of course because he is cute as hell.
I like cute. Cute is good. But I have a rather idiosyncratic sense of what constitutes awesome— and this is what I saw on Stuyvesant Place.
His name is Xerxes.
I was a mite bit confused by the name: Xerxes. For those of you who are not in the know (and you can thank a very enthusiastic college professor for this), Xerxes was a ruler of Persia.
Persia is allotted its very own breed. They are called (imaginatively enough) Persians and are quite hairy. As you can see Xerxes is not so encumbered. Such are the occasional absurdities which remind me why I (still) live in this town. Not only is Xerxes a rescue cat, but per his person he loves to strut his stuff alongside dogs. And today he did just that at a local Halloween parade. Wait, that sounds familiar.
The New York Shitty Checklist to the Upcoming Ghostbusters Apocalypse:
- Human Sacrifice: Not yet— but I would not rule out these folks suggesting that homeless people be
renderedre-purposed into dog food.
- Mass Hysteria (via the Internets): “Ebowla-gate”.* Check.
- Dogs and cats living together: Check. It is actually much worse. There was a hairless pussy in a bee suit marching alongside dogs. In a parade.
Where is Bill Murray when you need him?
*What seems to have been and is lost on a great many people here is Doctor Spencer actually bothered to go to Guinea and help Ebola patients. Before we tender judgement (about how/where Mr. Spencer went) maybe we should ask ourselves the following question:
Would I have done this?
I am guessing the answer is “No”.
The reality is the continent of Africa has been and is afflicted with much more eminently lethal things than Ebola. The sad part: many of them are preventable. It took an Ebola case in New York City to maybe, perhaps, hopefully bring them to our attention? Inasmuch as Columbus Day is— and rightfully so— ample fodder for criticism of the “legacy” of colonialism. You don’t see/read too many Op Eds about the “colonial” legacy in Africa. Why is this?
Probably the same “logic” (albeit sans spell-check and lucidity) which inform these comments (regarding this post)…
My rebuttal: ever read King Leopold’s Ghost? Better yet, read Mark Twain’s King Leopold’s Soliloquy. Thank you, “Scarano”, et. al. for helping my community uplift itself—because obviously the “locals” cannot be entrusted to do so— one questionably converted/”modified” building at a time. Granted, what you are facilitating is nowhere near the level of the brutal legacy of colonialism in Africa. I want to make this clear. But your attitude is more or less the same and it is one I have seen and filmed before:
I am actually charmed that I, a mere blogger, somehow merit “Scarano’s” attention. I guess that’s what happens when one is not allowed to file his own plans with the Department of Buildings. In any case I’d like to tender my gratitude to Curbed for linking to my tome. It obviously attracted the attention of the “right” people. Not only did “Scarano” see fit to comment but I got a rather lengthy email from a person who used to work for Joe Torres.
Taken October 25, 2014.
Taken by John Fullard.
Taken by Robert S.
Filed under: 11211, 11249, Street Art, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken October 20, 2014.
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, The Word On The Street
Taken October 21, 2014.
Taken October 20, 2014.
Filed under: 11216, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Urban Fur
Taken October 17, 2014.
Filed under: 11216, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
From Lincoln Place.
Filed under: 11238, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, GENIUS, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
We’ve all seen and traversed them: endless flyers and cards soliciting one kind of service or another gracing our sidewalks, foyers, doorways and even intercom systems. Speaking for myself, car services and real estate agents seem to be the worst offenders— but there’s plenty more blame to go around. Thus we, as citizens, post flyers stating we do not want these tree-killers gracing our property. After all, if we wanted or required these services we would undoubtedly find them of our own accord. This is why god created the Internet.
Most of the “no flyer” signs I see on any given day are the standard boiler plate variety. I need not explore them here because quite frankly they’re not very interesting. The manner in which the above residence has approached this problem, however, is another matter altogether. Behold the genius for yourselves, gentle readers.
You can always leave it to our friends in Bedford Stuyvesant to do something with style. Well done, 387 Classon! Let this be an inspiration to us all…