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Solar Garbage Cans Coming to Park Slope; Hippies Rejoice

Holy shit, the Food Coop's "Bring Solar Garbage Cans to Park Slope Immediately" committee is gonna be SO happy about this development: SOLAR GARBAGE CANS ARE COMING TO PARK SLOPE!

According to All About Fifth's recent newsletter, a bunch of "big belly" solar powered garbage cans are going to be installed in various spots along Fifth Avenue.

What makes these btchz solar, you might be wondering? They are apparently each outfitted with a solar powered trash compactor, which reduces the need to empty them as much. And as no one seems to have much of a need to empty those mofos to begin with, I'd say that this is welcome news.

If you are beyond fucking  bored, you can watch this vid about how these things work (they're already operational in many parts of the country). 


OPEN THREAD: The Week Your Trains Went Poof [IT'S NOT FRIDAY YET]

Vanishing transportation, ice storms, mean dogs, bedbugs, OH MY! Does this week feel like it it's 3,000 fucking years long for everyone else, too? I even started writing "Because it's Friday..." but then I realized IT'S NOT. Goddamnit. Let's shoot the shit because you know you're not doing your work, either.

And here's a baby monkey riding on a pig. Why? Because I have posting access in this blog and Erica is off being important, that's why.


A Dream Come True (Or Else) At Grand Prospect Hall?

As we've previously reported, our favorite local dreamweavers, Michael and Alice Halkias of the Grand Prospect Hall want to construct a 150-room, 11-story hotel in their parking lot in South Slope (or Greenwood Heights or whatever we're calling it these days). Designed—and I use that term loosely—by Brooklyn-based Doban Architecture, the plan would include a 400-space parking garage.

This, according to Mr. Halkias, will be the ultimate gift to the hood: "A magnificent cake: my parking garage." And from one of their flyers: "Our dream is lots of happy, smiley neighbors! More parking. More shopping. More banking. An environmentally sustainable community."

The Brooklyn Paper (my new paper of record) reported that the flyer also contained a not so subtle threat to stick it to the hood if we don't let them have their zoning variance. 

The alternate course would be to cater to a low end clientele with limited budgets, limited options, but with large numbers... The need for profitability will override any consideration of lifestyle, even if it may be undesirable — only profitability and group size will matter.


According to the Brooklyn Paper and Brownstoner, the cake parking lot offering has won over the Chamber of Commerce and 5th Ave BID at least. Not so much Gilly Youner, an architect and trustee on the Park Slope Civic Council. 

I'm very glad that this type of project with this scale, and potential impact on its surroundings, has to get reviewed by both the Board of Standards and Appeals, and also be run by the Community Board! Unfortunately, it does not yet fall under LPC purview, or we would have much stronger safeguards for the neighborhood. 

"I don't even know where to begin," said Mark Pennell of Pennell Design when I asked him to weigh in on the drawings. This from a dude who is NEVER short of words. (Mark, for his sins is my long-suffering husband and a local residential design+build dude).

A look of pure horror concern crossed his face before he elaborated...

The building looks confused. I'm looking at five different competing architectural styles in the facade alone. This is Brooklyn, not Miami Beach. What kind of precedent would this set? Not a good one, from where I'm sitting. 

Well, okay then. He could barely get the words out. He was close to an apoplectic fit. Fine, he wasn't but he was sighing. A lot.

So, what do you all think? Are we going to let Mr. and Mrs. Halkias threaten us with rap concerts and shit if we don't let them build this ugly ass cake thing? I think they should only build it if it's a big multi-tiered wedding cake design. In pink and white and gold. With a giant lesbian bridal couple on the roof.

Okay, have at it.  


WHASSUP: Jan 20-22

*Thursday, Jan 20: Sexy school. Babeland Brooklyn is holding their G-Spot Orgasms class tonight at 8pm. The best orgasms of your life will run you $35. Details.

*Friday, Jan 21: Live music. Singer-songwriter Robin Bacior performs at Union Hall at 8pm. $8. Listen to her stuff here. She's 23 and pretty hot, even if she is a California transplant. 

*Friday, Jan 21: Art opening. The Brooklyn Zen Center (um…) is hosting a show of "10 pantings that allegorize the process of transforming selfish lashing out into disciplined and effective action." Take that as you'd like. It's from 6-8 if you can handle the zen. Free.

*Saturday, Jan 22: One-act play. "Did You Hear the One About the Carp Who Hailed the Taxi?," a one-act comedy by Anne Phelan based on the 440 Gallery's current show, "My New York" is being performed alongside the exhibition. Find out more here. 7:30 & 8:30. Free. (That's what that fish image is, FYI.)

*Wed, Feb 2: Park Slope film. This isn't this week, but get your tix for The Landlord screening at 92Y Tribeca. Hal Ashby's directorial debut takes on the "getto" days of 1970, when Park Slope wasn't full of white people and strollers (crazy, I know). Details and tix here. 

And one other thing that's up: If you're bored, click over to, who promise they'll be your "new favorite free online audio journal," whatever that is. Apparently the idea came to fruition in a Park Slope writing group getting drunk together, so we're intrigued.

Add your shit in the comments.


Bedbug Rumors: Atlantic Center Target (Duh)

I know bedbugs have nothing to do with being clean and shit, but DAYM this one is kinda easy to believe: there are some rumors floating around that the towel dept at the Atlantic Center Mall Target was infested with bb's.

Gothamist attempted to find some proof to back up these allegations, and yeah: they found nada. Still, the thought of this is pretty grody to the max. Even more grody to the max than that store itself, which is kinda saying a lot.

(via Gothamist)