Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Flea


There is really no good way to describe The Brooklyn Flea. At one point, I think I called it one of most well curated Garage Sales in the borough. But even that does not do it justice.


There is really no good way to describe The Brooklyn Flea. At one point, I think I called it one of most well curated Garage Sales in the borough. But even that does not do it justice.

There are food vendors from Red Hook (read: Hispanic) that serve up a taco the size of my head. Vendors selling post cards from the 1800 and 1900s that are worth hundreds of dollars. Vendors selling old things from their basements and classic antiques right next to one another. There are hippies selling clothing they wove from hemp or some other organic product, and hipsters pushing old vinyl records.

I was there with my partner in crime selling Heart of Brooklyn and its free shuttle from the Flea at a High School in North-central Brooklyn to the Museums not to far from my apartment.

More importantly, while there was lots of food, music and people watching, the highlight of the whole trip came when I discovered the guy selling Mangos on a stick. Not just regualr old mangos, but as he called then "Mangos Egiante"

I'll let you be the judge of that. But it was Egiante delicious. Or something like that.


More photos from the flea here.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Only in KC...


Would an entire stadium have the audacity to change the words to The National Anthem to scream the name of the home team...

The new stadium is awesome. It's all cleaned up and fancy. It is also strange to walk behind the fountain as you could never do that in the old stadium.

Check out some of the photos here.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Max

Max on guard

When I get to mosey on back to KC every once in a while, I always get to hang out with my elderly dog Max.

He might be deaf, but he knows the cues when it is dinner time.

Click here for more.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Stacks of 100

Stacks of 100

I felt good that I got to help edit some of the 2009 Summer Calendar of Events for Ye Old Heart of Brooklyn.

It did not feel so good to then spend much of Friday afternoon before the Memorial Day weekend counting all 20,000 of them into stacks of 100 for distribution.

Oh well, new projects and media adventures make up for it all.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Gawddamned bloggers! With your loud talk and liquor! Get off my lawn!

It seems like the folks over at the Kansas City Press Club hate bloggers...

Wait, let's me rephrase that. They REALLY hate bloggers. So much so that when SPJ started inviting bloggers to its annual convention, KC Newsies knew they it was the end of the world.

Every year the Society of Professional Journalists holds a big get-together to tell reporters, editors and journalists from around the globe that "Everything will be OK" and "We are all still special and people really do like us."

Only this year, the National SPJ decided to invite some of those pesky little bloggers to the party. And The KC Press Club is none to pleased to have to share the stage. Instead of learning about the new technology and embracing what will eventually replace their slow asses, they have fired off an angry letter (yeah, those work) to Journalism's overlords.

From: Jack Miles
Sent: Monday, May 18, 2009 12:42 PM
To: Bill Grady
Subject: Re: amigos
Bill:
SPJ speaks encouragingly to ‘citizen journalists,’ standing ready to help them.
This amounts to lending an air of journalistic credibility to a group that is undereducated by providing a miniscule amount of “training.”
This approach does not further the profession.
To the contrary, the project damages the profession.
People who never went through the crucible of j-school, under the SPJ plan, would receive just enough training to make them dangerous.
In essence, SPJ is saying to “journalism vigilantes” that by virtue of a bit of training they can carry pens to write as they please.
This compares to the FBI knowing militia groups, but rather than keeping them on the fringes, giving them a seminar and turning them loose as law enforcers.
People on the fringe of journalism, who do not bother to study the profession truly, should remain on the fringe.
SPJ should not invite such people under our tent – a tent I helped pay for in terms of literal and figurative dues and toil. By their very existence, bloggers and other quasi-journalists undermine the future of this profession and by extension democracy itself.
Jack
Bill Grady is the KC Press Club's president and Jack Miles has unfortunate facial hair. The letter is comical if not down right terrifying as we get a glimpse into what "Real Reporters" think of bloggers — apparently we are all terrorists looking to destroy America.

Granted, I don't put to much stock into this letter. In reality it amounts to about the same as Old Man Jenkins yelling for me to keep off his lawn...

At first I was angered by this letter, then irritated, now I pretty much just hear it as though it is being shouted at my by some toothless old coot.

"You damned kids with your inter-webs and MyFaces...get off my lawn!!"

Friday, May 15, 2009

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens


Spent my brithday/Mothers' Day at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. In all reality I did not quite understand this place when I first moved to the neighborhood.

I mean, it's flowers — next to the park. But in six months and with the weather getting nice, $8 to see some pretty neat plants was actually a cool way to spend a weekend.

You don't really understand the appeal of Prospect Park and the Botanical Garden (and the Zoo, on some level) when you are coming from a primarily suburban life-stlye. It's a park, how special is that?


Well, it's pretty damn special. Espcially with Baonsai trees that are 115 years old and flowers that, for the most part, people in the The City have never seen before. Hell, there were flowers I had never seen before.

Pretty neat. Check out some of the photos.

Friday, May 08, 2009

May 14-18, Harry's Country Club at 7 p.m.

I was going to make the announcement here in this dank place of a blog. I was struggling with something witty and entertaining, but not too morbid.

Thank Jebus I have friends who are far more intelligent and even bigger drunks than I am. Here is what snuck into my e-mail from My Old Roommate and ex-patriot from The Paragraph Factory:

Once he felt the bullets whiz by his face, instinct told Kansas City Chief of Police Jim Corwin that something was wrong.

"How in hell can people even fire bullets up this high," Corwin muttered to himself, as he fiddled with the beacon atop the Liberty Memorial.

The town had sunk into disarray. Mayhem. Madness. Chaos. Ever since last fall, he'd been tempted to scale the structure and send out the signal, but he'd waited until the last possible moment.

He rigged his iPod into a state-of-the-art speaker system, and cranked the sound up to 11.

"I MAKE MY LIVING OFF THE EVENING NEWS
JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING -- SOMETHING I CAN USE."

Corwin never cared much for the song. Except for that part about the bubble-headed bleach blonde who comes on at five.

With a deep sigh, knowing what consequences his action might unleash on the city he loved and cared for, he flipped a switch, extinguishing the not-so-eternal flame briefly in favor of a large "E" that illuminated the cumulonimbus clouds gathering in the night sky.

Corwin scowled as the wind whirled on top of the monument. He folded his arms and turned his gaze to the east, waiting for the force, terrible and destructive, to return. He knew it would simultaneously save the city from its current troubles, all the while unleashing a new horde of problems.

Oh hell, he thought, at least everyone would enjoy themselves doing it.

"WE CAN DO THE INNUENDO. WE CAN DANCE AND SING.
WHEN IT'S SAID AND DONE WE HAVEN'T TOLD YOU A THING.
WE ALL KNOW THAT CRAP IS KING!"

There was no doubt now. Mike was coming back...

That's right, like that hick Garth Brooks I am coming to KC for an extended tour to drink your liquor, terrorize your women and possibly solve a mystery or two — Nancy Drew-style. If I'm lucky maybe I can even Track Down Tater where he lives and make him play some House of the Rising Sun "for old time sake."

Hell, I'm still registered to vote in KC, I might even get in on some of that Funkhouser Recall Action — take the bastard down a peg or two.

The possibilties are endless — and my social calendar is pretty packed, but I if there is good drink and some music in the background you can pretty much assume I'm there.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

My mom

I know, this is not a photo of my mom. It is a photo of me when I was young and in college — and thought it was cool to wear tie-dye orange t-shirts with Birkenstocks.

No, my drunken followers, my mom sent me this photo as an Easter gift. In the photos I think we are at Universal Studios or somewhere in Florida. This was a time when I knew I was going to be an editor at some newspaper in a tree staffed by birds. So young, so naive, so unaware of the industry imploding around itself.

But this is not a diatribe on newspapers or the wonder that is Orlando or tie-dye.

No, this really was just to say I do miss my Mom. And Suz and The Brothers and My Dog.

I don't think I ever tell them that.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

The Corner Office

Today was a long day with lots going on a few new surprises. But since it was the first time in the last few day we have had some sunshine I decided to take my work outside to the deck. It was still a bit cloudy and had a cold wind off the ocean, but it was still great to get outside for a little while.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Who am I?

Well, I am pretty confidant I am NOT a 13-year-old from Palm City, Florida. But who am I to argue with Google and 139,000 people.

Keeping watch

Keeping Watch

This dog was not taking his post in front of the NSA Supermarket lightly.

I found him as I was working the Washington Avenue Sidewalk Saturday as part of my new job with the Heart of Brooklyn, a non-profit in my neighborhood.

The area along Wash Ave. reminds me a lot of Northeast KC — an area that is doing everything it can to be more economically viable and vibrant while battling a reputation of being unsafe or dead.

With a few already-marquee restaurants and shops, several more small places have moved in only the past year or so taking advantage of low rents. Unlike KC, though, the growing population in the area is mostly from the Caribbean (or the Midwest).

Eat, Drink, Shop Wash Ave.