Ohdeedoh recently published a post on current bebe naming trends, and if you've ever stood in line at Union Market listening to mommies scream at their kids running around with handfulls of organic kale, none of this shit is a big surprise: retro names (Josephine, Charlotte, Harry); "Double L" names (Delialah, Tallulah); "X" names (Max, Dexter); and "econonomical monosyllabic" names (Hal, Joe) are all very popular right now...and ESPECIALLY popular in this neighborhood.
Ever since I watched this news report FOUR freaking times on the cab ride back from LaGuardia on Sunday, I've been waiting to see some of you BALLER commuters somersaulting by me on 8th Ave. I'd start the movement myself except it looks way too hard.
So, if you want to get out of shelling out $42/month for the new Armory Y, this one's for you: The Parkour Workout.
I can't quite figure out if they meant for this to be as funny as it is...
photo via @AxelMurillo
There’s much to love about living on 12th St.: Excellent neighborhood bar up at 8th Ave.; all-night greasy diner at 7th Ave.; two nearby wine shops; GRAB (fill my growler!); plenty of strollers to “accidentally” kick outside of Union Market, etc.
Things to hate: The trashy locals near 7th Ave. who hang out on their stoop all day, every day that the temperature is above 40F; AND the stuffed-animal graveyard in front of the house at 364 12th--which is now for sale for $1.2 million smackaroos.
Ok, really folks this is it...I promise. I just thought it was kind of crazytown that I read today on Grub Street that the fried cupcake thing at Chip Shop was invented by Robicelli Cupcakes as a publicity stunt. So I asked Allison from Robicelli's for one FINAL explanation of this whole shitshow.
I AM SO EXCITED I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF.
South Slopers sometimes get the shaft. We’re told we live in Windsor Terrace (this may or may not be true). We have no express train (yes, I will mention this in every post I make, go cry about it). We have to explain on a daily basis that Terrace Bagels beats the bloody pulp out of Bagel Hole (go cry about this, too). We’re sort of like that obnoxious kid you have to love just because it’s related to you.
But this morning, our buddies at Brokelyn posted that the Armory on 15th and Eighth is now a state-of-the-art, 9th-street-in-your-face Y! That’s right, 9th–STREET-IN-YOUR-FACE. This is stupid awesome.