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Friday
Jun112010

JURASSIC PARK SLOPE: THIS MUST HAPPEN

PHOTO: Miss Heather from New York ShittyOk, this *might* actually be the best thing I've ever seen in my entire fucking life.

Miss Heather from New York Shitty spotted a flyer in Williamsburg from a, no doubt, up-and-coming team of award-winning flimmakers who are trying to get a movie made and want Bill Murray to star in it. What is this fine flick called, you might be wondering?

JURASSIC PARK SLOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yes, it is about dinosaurs.

I think I might have to permanently shut FIPS down now....cause shit ain't ever going to get any better than this.

(via Gothamist)

Friday
Jun112010

Park Slope on Flickr

Sometimes I like to search "Park Slope" on Flickr and see what I get.

Here's some clever marketing, uploaded by Megan the Librarian, from some dude who's trying to sell his car: QUIT THE FOOD COOP!

This next one freaked my ass out...and apparently everyone else who saw it judging by the "WTF DUDE!?" comments. Needless to say, the title doesn't offer any comfort: Last Day in Park Slope. I clicked on over to the dude's blog and found out this was actually a bus that caught on fire acrosss the street from his apartment.

I found this amazing needlepoint that Florence Wang did of Park Slope Brownstones...someone should buy this shit pronto from her Etsy shop.

Bow down to it: Bagel Hole (from JillySP):

More Park Slope Flickr delish-ush-ness here.

Friday
Jun112010

Who Gives A Shit? Gassy in Prospect Park

Or is it oily? 

Whatev.

Went to run the beast(s) in the meadow a few nights ago and stumbled upon a candlelight vigil protesting the 50th day of the nefarious BP's off-shore drilling debacle, complete with an imported native american tribal elder. No, our vigil was not the one above; now, THEY know how to throw a candlelight vigil.

I agree. I concur. I support you, Move-On. 

Just not quite sure how 50 ACLU card-carrying native Park Slopers of the pre-finance-industry variety are going to stop off-shore drilling in Florida.

Need I remind you: we've got our own problems in our very own backyard!!!

Thursday
Jun102010

Narcolepsy, Norah, and Me

 

Maybe it was the beat of the rain on my umbrella but Norah Jones had a seriously soporific effect on me last night. I could barely keep my eyes open. I was... fine, I was fucking bored to death. And it didn't help that I only got one fancy seat press pass so I got to sit in style all by my lonesome while friends and loved ones were exiled behind a fence in the cheap seats. VIPS like me get a white cotton hanky to wipe the seat off. They get plastic bag ponchos to don. And actual seats. At the front. 

I felt like a sell out. I missed my peeps. My proletariet. The hardworking real people outside of the bubble. Not enough to get up and move to my friends huddled far behind me, mind you, but I did contemplate it for like ten seconds.

So, I love Norah but I hadn't realized that what is great to listen to at home in the background doesn't necessarily translate to a not-to-be-missed concert experience. 

The outfit was awesome. I want that blue polka-dotted dress with the red petticoat. Vintage? Had to be.

I didn't get the need for all that atmospheric fog that kept blowing. I mean, shit, it was a fucking monsoon already. At one point, Norah was virtually obscured in smoke.

Good cover of Johnny Cash. Winsome, sweetly awkward repartee. Is NJ from Texas? She sounded twangy when she spoke. Great voice. But I don't like the country phase as much as the old, original bluesy stuff. Just sooooooo meh somehow. Not lighter worthy...probably a good thing since I may have set fire to my umbrella.

Don't Know Why.

You?

Full disclosure: I decamped for home before ten so maybe I missed the best stuff! 

Thursday
Jun102010

That's The Sound Of The Man Working On The Chain Ga-a-ang

The reveille yesterday morning failed to rouse the littlest rug rat who, for possibly the first and last time, slept until 8:30 am.

We are surrounded on all sides by road crews. Not to mention, I hear my favorite plasterer/home improver Mark Fresh tapping and scraping on my neighbor's walls as I write. Beautification all around. 

What I don't get is WHY? Okay. I get the neighbor. Bathroom ceiling bit the dust due to century-old plumbing above. But I don't remember Montgomery and Garfield being particularly potholed? Is it because we're the high rent district that we warrant such a fancy new road surface?

Aren't there plenty of potholes to fill and streets to smooth somewhere else that ACTUALLY NEED IT?????