During frigid winters, the suggestion of traveling to areas of Brooklyn only reachable by bus are usually met with tepid responses such as “I’ll think about it,” or the slightly more caustic, “It’s on Columbia Street? Go fuck yourself.” The prospect of a lengthy trip to outlying avenues is made much less appealing by the uncertainty of just how long one has to wait for the B63 to come chugging down 5th avenue as exposed fingers are turned into frostbitten icicles during an intense game of Angry Birds.
While the MTA has been busy raising our fares and providing a safe haven for smack addicts, they've also been hard at work on the vital issue of letting you know where in the crap this bus is. Behold, BusTime!
Already in place for both the M34 and M16 bus routes, this new MTA GPS pilot program allows anyone with Internet acces, or using a cell phone (isn't that everyone?) to keep tabs on the whereabouts of their precious B63 bus (which runs from Cobble Hill, through Park Slope, to Fort Hamilton). And for passengers more into planning than living in the moment, beginning next week, Smartphone users will be able to download an app that uses barcodes telling them what’s up with the next 5 buses.
According to some guy interviewed in the New York Post, if this shit works it'll be totally awesome.
(via NY Post)
Everyone: meet your neighbors. Park Slope Lens aims to photograph and document every last mofo in Park Slope. Or at least all the interesting ones.
Meet Fred. He's lived in the Slope since the mid '80s. Nearly every morning he heads down to Prospect Park, plops his board on the ground, and tap dances up a storm! He loves the influx of cafes over the past several years and also "all the arts and creative types."
After watching my date check his emails, thumb his Blackberry, and refresh his Facebook status to reveal that absolutely nothing had transpired in the nanoseconds since his last update, I came to the realization that this man was a techno-junkie. Although we were ambling around Prospect Park on a luminous, unclouded afternoon, the serene setting did not distract this bloke from squinting at his iPhone screen and muttering the word "FarmVille" repeatedly.
I got emailed yesterday by about a dozen concerned BREEDERS, all of whom were nice enough to pass along this juicy official statement (that appeared on PSP) from the managers of, what has quickly become, the worst movie theater in Brooklyn: The Pavilion.
This shit is actually kinda juicy: they talk bedbugs, they talk spooge covered purple seats, and they even allude to "proposed improvements." But yeah: in case you're wondering, they *do* seem to realize how hard the place sucks: