1 bedroom plus den/studio/office/baby room. 730 sq. feet. $549,000.
Bright, 3-year old condo with beautiful hardwood floors, large windows, marble bath with Jacuzzi tub, stainless steel kitchen. One block to the C train, short walk to the G and the 2/3. Close to Brooklyn Museum of Art, BAM, Rose Cinema, Brooklyn Public Library, Prospect Park, restaurants, shops, more. Located on up and coming Washington Ave between Atlantic and Pacific across from a quiet park/triangle. 20 minute commute to Financial District, TriBeCa, SOHO and lower Manhattan.
Low common charges, pending J51 tax abatement, common garden/courtyard. Can be shown at any time. Must be seen to be appreciated. Pictures do not do it justice , ask for Gary.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Skeleton Man
So this morning, as I stood on the platform waiting for the train to wisk me out of smelly old Brooklyn and into smelly old Tribeca, I noticed there was a man standing next to me. Now this was not just some guy dressed in khakis and a t-shirt on his way to the office. Nope. It was a guy wearing a skeleton costume. Full body. Head to toe. Including gloves to make his hands look like skeleton hands. I kid you not.
Skeleton man proudly wore his white on black skeleton suit with a nice pair of bug-like sunglasses a la The Terminator 1993. You know, the mirrored wraparound kind. The kind you can pick up at your local truck stop or Walmart for $5 bucks.
Anyway, I stole a sideways glance at him every time he wasn't looking my way. He had a red backpack strapped on his back and was carrying a fully loaded day planner, also circa 1995. He passed the time pacing back and forth on the platform, never being more than 20 feet away from me in either direction.
I thought, as any responsible New Yorker would, is he a Terrorist?
Then I thought, Nah! He is way too silly to be a terrorist. And besides, wouldn't a terrorist bound to blow up the subway try to be a bit more inconspicuous?
Then I though perhaps he could be some sort of performance artist. Trying to see what sort of reaction he would get to this living installation. Or maybe he was doing an experiment for a psychology class? He continuously cleared his throat loudly as he paced back and forth. This made me think he might be more along the lines of an actor or a singer.
Then it hit me, Slim Goodbody! Of course.
I remembered my friend Jonathan who for one summer traveled around the tri-state area performing as Slim Goodbody in state parks, schools, day camps, etc. You all remember Slim Goodbody? The absolutely non-disturbing guy who wore a unitard that looked like you were seeing his innards. The guy who danced around and sang songs about how the body works while wearing a skin tight unitard and running shoes?
Come on, maybe this will jog your memory:
I remembered that one time Jonathan had to drive to a sea-side park in Long Island wearing his Slim Goodbody unitard in the car because there was no place to change at that particular park. So I though maybe this guy might be in the same sort of predicament. I felt a littl ebit sorry for him. Maybe he was on his way to do some sort of kid's show, or maybe he was going to be a skeleton at some strange kid's bithday party. That made me feel much better than if he was just a crazy guy who liked to walk around town wearing head to toe skeleton polyester.
Skeleton man proudly wore his white on black skeleton suit with a nice pair of bug-like sunglasses a la The Terminator 1993. You know, the mirrored wraparound kind. The kind you can pick up at your local truck stop or Walmart for $5 bucks.
Anyway, I stole a sideways glance at him every time he wasn't looking my way. He had a red backpack strapped on his back and was carrying a fully loaded day planner, also circa 1995. He passed the time pacing back and forth on the platform, never being more than 20 feet away from me in either direction.
I thought, as any responsible New Yorker would, is he a Terrorist?
Then I thought, Nah! He is way too silly to be a terrorist. And besides, wouldn't a terrorist bound to blow up the subway try to be a bit more inconspicuous?
Then I though perhaps he could be some sort of performance artist. Trying to see what sort of reaction he would get to this living installation. Or maybe he was doing an experiment for a psychology class? He continuously cleared his throat loudly as he paced back and forth. This made me think he might be more along the lines of an actor or a singer.
Then it hit me, Slim Goodbody! Of course.
I remembered my friend Jonathan who for one summer traveled around the tri-state area performing as Slim Goodbody in state parks, schools, day camps, etc. You all remember Slim Goodbody? The absolutely non-disturbing guy who wore a unitard that looked like you were seeing his innards. The guy who danced around and sang songs about how the body works while wearing a skin tight unitard and running shoes?
Come on, maybe this will jog your memory:I remembered that one time Jonathan had to drive to a sea-side park in Long Island wearing his Slim Goodbody unitard in the car because there was no place to change at that particular park. So I though maybe this guy might be in the same sort of predicament. I felt a littl ebit sorry for him. Maybe he was on his way to do some sort of kid's show, or maybe he was going to be a skeleton at some strange kid's bithday party. That made me feel much better than if he was just a crazy guy who liked to walk around town wearing head to toe skeleton polyester.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Labor Day Road Rally - Los Angeles
If you or anyone you know lives in the LA area and would be interested in making a non-TacoBell sponsored run for the border, check out this event organized by my very own little brother.
Sounds fun Bry! Wish I could be there. I could really make that Hyundai Hum.
Sounds fun Bry! Wish I could be there. I could really make that Hyundai Hum.
Monday, August 15, 2005
No High-Speed Connection = Paralyses?
It is quite difficult to work at an Online Media Agency when there is no internet connectivity in the office. Apparently, Verizon has had a major malfunction with one of it's "Big Cables" in the general Tribeca area. My office has had no internet connection since Friday afternoon. This is a direct flashback to this time last year when Verizon had an underground fire in Tribeca which knocked out the internet for about 5 days. Luckily 2 of those days were over the weekend. I had to bring my desktop home in a taxi so I could get work done while Ernie worked on both of our computers in the studio. Boy was that fun!
Do you know what this is like? It is like being without electricity. It is like 30 fish out of water. people walking around looking for something to do to be at least a little bit productive. People who are used to sitting in front of a comuter for 8 - 12 hours a day with most of their human interaction limited to email and IMs, trying to talk socially with one another without the aid of alcohol. It is really a bizarre and awkward site to behold.
What have we become? We lose email and web access and all of a sudden the whole world stops. It is literally like being without electricity. I actually called Ernie and asked him if he heard anything about a power outage on Friday because we lost our connection at work. He asked me "do you have lights" and I was all like, "Um, yeah. We have lights." He, "Well, you have power then." Me, "DUH! Wow, of course we do. Have you heard anything on the news about the internet going down in the city?" He, "No, just come home."
Can you believe from that exchange that I am even intelligent enough to find my way home from the City to Brooklyn?
But seriously, we are so reliant on the internet and email that without it we are paralyzed. Helpless. Useless.
So today, I am working from home. The internet is alive and well in Brooklyn. So there is something to be said for this borough other than that it has cool bars and hip restaurants. Maybe those increasing real estate prices are worth it afterall.
Do you know what this is like? It is like being without electricity. It is like 30 fish out of water. people walking around looking for something to do to be at least a little bit productive. People who are used to sitting in front of a comuter for 8 - 12 hours a day with most of their human interaction limited to email and IMs, trying to talk socially with one another without the aid of alcohol. It is really a bizarre and awkward site to behold.
What have we become? We lose email and web access and all of a sudden the whole world stops. It is literally like being without electricity. I actually called Ernie and asked him if he heard anything about a power outage on Friday because we lost our connection at work. He asked me "do you have lights" and I was all like, "Um, yeah. We have lights." He, "Well, you have power then." Me, "DUH! Wow, of course we do. Have you heard anything on the news about the internet going down in the city?" He, "No, just come home."
Can you believe from that exchange that I am even intelligent enough to find my way home from the City to Brooklyn?
But seriously, we are so reliant on the internet and email that without it we are paralyzed. Helpless. Useless.
So today, I am working from home. The internet is alive and well in Brooklyn. So there is something to be said for this borough other than that it has cool bars and hip restaurants. Maybe those increasing real estate prices are worth it afterall.
Timber-Guy in Limonata Comments
Dunno who this guy is. I would guess some new type of Blog spammer? Whoever he is took up lots of space in my Gmail inbox. How rude! Please do not read his comment and do not respond to him. I am deleting him now, so if you didn't get to read all about investing in Cedar timber, sorry.
Unless this timber-poster wants to make his/herself known...
Guess it's called Link Spam to be technically correct. Is nothing sacred?
Unless this timber-poster wants to make his/herself known...
Guess it's called Link Spam to be technically correct. Is nothing sacred?
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Yuppie Slum, NY
According to Wikipedia is:
A yuppie slum refers to any neighborhood that is largely populated by a young well-off crowd, but often has other connotations of gentrification and rising rental and dining costs in a previously low-rent neighborhood.
This is where I live. This is where I continuously seem to move to. Our last neighborhood on 5th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn was the typical low-rent neighborhood when we bought our small studio apartment. However, by the time we left we couldn't afford to eat in any of the hip new restaurants, or to shop in any of the charming little boutiques. We sold our 340 sq. foot aspartment for 4 times what we paid for it only 4 years earlier. To a yuppie.
This is crazy.
I don't know where the people went who were living there when we first moved in. The low-income families with multiple children. The Crack dealers who hung out at the corner Bodega. I realized they were displaced. But to where?
So we took out little windfall and bought a new, larger apartment in another low-rent neighborhood. This one riddled with store front chicken churches and boarded up buildings. The little park across the street has been lovingly referred to as the Bum Motel in honor of the many folks who sleep on the park benches from time to time.
Now they put up a luxury condo building across the street.
Ratner is going to build 17 60-story buildings with luxury condos and offices. Frank Ghery is designing the new Nets NBA stadium. In our neighborhood.
Bizarre.
Now they tell us this apartment can easily sell for 3 times what we paid for it 3 years ago.
Where did all of the low-rent people go this time? Where will we go when our windfall can no longer buy us a new place in the next closest low-rent neighborhood? To CT? Maybe. NJ? Too expensive. Ditto Long Island and Westchester.
Who are these Yuppies that are creating all of these Yuppie Slums in Brooklyn?
At first I thought we might be turning into Yuppies, but then I realized that the Yuppies are actually driving us out of our neighborhoods with their bistros and over-priced martini bars (or wine bars, which are actually much more trendy these days). So I have safely come to the conclusion that we are not Yuppies. Which makes me feel much better because for a few minutes there I was thinking I was some sort of sellout.
Deanne didn't write this, but I am logged into her blog as her, so it says I am Deanne. Which I assure you, I am not. I am Nancy. The big one.
A yuppie slum refers to any neighborhood that is largely populated by a young well-off crowd, but often has other connotations of gentrification and rising rental and dining costs in a previously low-rent neighborhood.
This is where I live. This is where I continuously seem to move to. Our last neighborhood on 5th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn was the typical low-rent neighborhood when we bought our small studio apartment. However, by the time we left we couldn't afford to eat in any of the hip new restaurants, or to shop in any of the charming little boutiques. We sold our 340 sq. foot aspartment for 4 times what we paid for it only 4 years earlier. To a yuppie.
This is crazy.
I don't know where the people went who were living there when we first moved in. The low-income families with multiple children. The Crack dealers who hung out at the corner Bodega. I realized they were displaced. But to where?
So we took out little windfall and bought a new, larger apartment in another low-rent neighborhood. This one riddled with store front chicken churches and boarded up buildings. The little park across the street has been lovingly referred to as the Bum Motel in honor of the many folks who sleep on the park benches from time to time.
Now they put up a luxury condo building across the street.
Ratner is going to build 17 60-story buildings with luxury condos and offices. Frank Ghery is designing the new Nets NBA stadium. In our neighborhood.
Bizarre.
Now they tell us this apartment can easily sell for 3 times what we paid for it 3 years ago.
Where did all of the low-rent people go this time? Where will we go when our windfall can no longer buy us a new place in the next closest low-rent neighborhood? To CT? Maybe. NJ? Too expensive. Ditto Long Island and Westchester.
Who are these Yuppies that are creating all of these Yuppie Slums in Brooklyn?
At first I thought we might be turning into Yuppies, but then I realized that the Yuppies are actually driving us out of our neighborhoods with their bistros and over-priced martini bars (or wine bars, which are actually much more trendy these days). So I have safely come to the conclusion that we are not Yuppies. Which makes me feel much better because for a few minutes there I was thinking I was some sort of sellout.
Deanne didn't write this, but I am logged into her blog as her, so it says I am Deanne. Which I assure you, I am not. I am Nancy. The big one.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
The Most Refreshing Summertime Drink...EVER
LIMONATA.
Have you tried it? It is an Italian Lemon Soda. Don't say "iew". Just go out and find yourself a lovely green can or sparkling little green glass bottle of the stuff and drink it down. It is really the most refreshing thing you will ever taste. Even better than Ting.
One caveat - don't pour it into a glass. When drinking Limonata from a glass it is easy to conjure images of Alka Seltzer and a bad head cold. it changes the taste too. don't ask me how. Just chug it or enjoy it through a straw. You will be oh so glad you did.
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