Some poor chap took to The Attraction Forums in his hunt for a Williamsburg-based wingman. For realz, y’all, he’s got a nice condo my McCarren Park with the sickest view! Do you know how awesome that condo is?! It’s a “great, non-threatening way to get girls from the bar, to my rooftop, to my apartment in a more comfortable setting.” However, his game is only “intermediate”, so if you’re a professional, or anything higher than an average lady-picker-upper, do not apply. Click through for the full personal, seen here:
Looking for Wingman in Williamsburg/Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Hey I’m 23 and have a nice condo by McCarren park with the sickest view of the Manhattan cityscape. It’s a great, non-threatening way to get girls from the bar, to my rooftop, to my apartment in a more comfortable setting. Email me at [retracted] if you live in the neighborhood and are down to start hitting up bars.
My game is intermediate. I’m 6’1, athletic and do well with girls but just broke up with my girlfriend and need to start meeting new hot girls soon.
This is great. Also, cute that Peter Gabriel himself sings, “It Feels so unnatural, Peter Gabriel too / And it feels so unnatural, so sing your own name.” Lol!
The Selby met up with Williamsburg’s own little microcelebrity, Peaches Geldolf (her dad is Bob Geldolf), and took some photos of her and her roommates inside their apartment. Also, they did a cute little magic marker interview! That’s after the jump. But first, take in a few photos of their apartment, and play the “I think I know where that is!” game. Hint: I don’t think it’s the offices of PETA.
All pictures c/o The Selby; found via Gawker, which notes her favorite part of Brooklyn is “the Spanish gangsters at the bagel shop who hit on me.” Hey, me too!
Picture via Flickr
The Williamsburg Bike Wars are coming to a head tomorrow morning when The Bicycle Clowns take to the streets at 8:30 for a defensive ride down Kent Avenue. I don’t think they’re headed that way to tell jokes. Here’s the release, via Gowanus Lounge:
TIME’S UP! BICYCLE CLOWNS DEFEND KENT STREET BIKE LANE AGAINST THREATS FROM MEMBERS OF THE HASIDIC COMMUNITY
Cyclists dressed as clowns will theatrically clear vehicles illegally parked in the bike lanes and educate residents about the benefits of city-wide bike lanes
When: Wednesday, December 17th, 8:30 to 10:00 AM; Where: 8:30 AM, starting at the Brooklyn side of the Williamsburg Bridge; Route: South on the new Kent Ave bike lane, followed by a loop through
Williamsburg. **Exact location available by calling 917-494-8164
Brooklyn, NY (December 14, 2008) ‚Äî On Wednesday, December 17th, the Time’s Up! Bicycle Clowns will ride to defend the new bike lane and future greenway connector in Williamsburg. The Bicycle Clowns will also be kicking off their year-long ‚”Love Your Lanes” campaign to keep the focus on protecting and celebrating bike lanes.
A small but vocal group is spreading anti-bike sentiment in Brooklyn at a time when non-polluting transportation is on the rise in NYC and is recognized as essential to a sustainable future. Bike lane opponents, including some members of the Hasidic community who protest cyclists’ ‚”immodesty,” along with Council Members Diana Reyna and David Yassky and Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz, are trying to remove the newly installed Kent Street bike lane. Some opponents have even publicly
threatened to illegally block the bike lanes with their private-school buses, which will force cyclists into traffic to avoid crashing into the obstructing vehicle and risk being struck and even killed.
‚”An injury to one bike lane, is an injury to all bike lanes,” declares bike lane clown Benjamin Shepard. ‚”Enforced, protected bike lanes save cyclists lives, improve the landscape and make better use of public space for most of the community.”
Susan Cheever
Maybe you’re just going to the wrong parties. Or perhaps your friends have gotten more skilled at being alcoholics. Sure, New York has been annoying overrun by hedge funders and people who look like news anchors, but plenty of people are drinking in NY. In fact, that seems like all we do here. From an article by Susan Cheever at the NY Times’ booze blog, Proof:
As dessert ended, the woman in the red dress got up and stumbled toward the bathroom. Her husband, whose head had been sinking toward the buche de Noel, put a clumsily lecherous arm around the reluctant hostess. As coffee splashed into porcelain demitasse cups, the woman in the red dress returned, sank sloppily into her chair and reached for the Courvoisier. Someone gently moved the bottle away. “Are you shaying I’m drunk?” she demanded. Even in the candlelight I noticed that the lipstick she had reapplied was slightly to the left of her lips. Her husband, suddenly bellicose, sprang from his chair to defend his wife’s honor. But on the way across the room he slipped and went down like a tray of dishes. “Frank! Are you hurt?” she screamed. Somehow she had gotten hold of the brandy. “S’nothing,” he replied, “just lay down for a little nap. Can I bum a smoke?”
That dinner party was almost 10 years ago; it was the last time I saw anyone visibly drunk at a New York party. The New York apartments and lofts which were once the scenes of old-fashioned drunken carnage — slurred speech, broken crockery, broken legs and arms, broken marriages and broken dreams — are now the scene of parties where both friendships and glassware survive intact. Everyone comes on time, behaves well, drinks a little wine, eats a few tiny canapes, and leaves on time. They all still drink, but no one gets drunk anymore. Neither do they smoke. What on earth has happened?
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Maybe environment is the elephant in the room. In an environment where it is not attractive to get drunk, no one gets drunk. In the old days, drunkenness was as much part of New York City society as evening clothes. This is the city where Zelda Fitzgerald jumped wildly in the fountain in front of the Plaza, the city of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” written by another fabulous alcoholic, Truman Capote. It’s the city of late nights with sloshed celebrities at the Stork Club. It’s the city that gave its name to Manhattans and Bronx Cocktails, the city of John O’Hara and Frank O’Hara, of drunken brilliance and brilliant drunks.
As Gawker points out, we’re all getting older and aren’t hanging out at keggers, Susan. But, have you really not seen “anyone visibly drunk at a New York party” in ten years? Where were you election night? We agree things are dull in New York now, but people are definitely still boozing it up here. UPDATE: And as Travis mentions in comments: “The woman is a recovering alcoholic (wrote a book about it called Note in a Bottle). My guess is that since she’s not drinking anymore, all the sudden it’s gauche and unfashionable.”
Zach Galifianakis is back with episode 3 of “Between Two Ferns“, and its just as hilarious as the last two. Click below to watch Zach sneeze on the Mad Men star and ask him if he reads websites.
We last saw Zach when he was filming Bored to Death with Jason Schwartzman down in Park Slope. This is way cooler.
ITP’s program is increasingly putting out some of the best thinkers in everything that touches technology. As part of the program, students can take a course called New Interfaces for Musical Expression, dedicated to moving digital music beyond mouse and keyboards.
Today, there will be an exhibition/performance at Exit Art of the tools students have created throughout the course of the class. Highlights include: autonomous solar-powered robots, augmented flutist, plate-spinning sampler, and sing-along animatronics.
