Tuesday, June 9, 2009

*Everyday Chatter

Yesterday, at the High Line, I sampled the Bird Bath green pizza. It tasted good. But it was gone in 3 bites and it cost $4. That's $1.33 a bite.

Ken's been walking the High Line since it was a jungle. [WHL]

Take a look back at the old High Line. [FNY]

As the Times announces hipsters go home due to lack of parental fundage, Details gives the scoop on the Brooklyn "poorgeoisie," those who "look like hoboes but spend like millionaires." [Details]

Check out pics from the benefit to Save Ray's Candy. [SG]

A new novel by Colum McCann looks deep into 1974 New York. [CM]

The trash produced by the customers of 16 Hindles continues to fascinate. Grieve took a second look at it last night. And now, this morning, right outside the froyo shop, these strange symbolic configurations of cup and spoon. What does it mean?

10 comments:

Ed said...

If degentrification actually happens, Williamsburg will likely be the first neighborhood to degentrify (gentrification never really got off the ground in Red Hook, due to transportation issues). It will be interesting to see how it plays out.

hntrnyc said...

I guess 16 handles have gotten away from their oh-so-green use of wooden "spoons" and have now opted for plastic?

Anonymous said...

RE: 'Poorgeoisie"

This isn't the first time this kind of article has been written. A few years ago the labels 'Indie Yuppie' and "FauxBo" (Faux Bohemian) were being thrown around. Yeah, these people are annoying as hell, but what of it? Is it going to stop? Is somebody going to burn their condos and high-end lounges? The sad fact is that 'hip' has been co-opted for good. 'Cool' is over. There have been many attempts at this since the heyday of hip in th 50s and 60s, but now more than ever it's become evident that the rich a-holes of society buy and sell this like any other overpriced item on their radar. If you consider yourself truly 'hip' (whatever that is) and don't see yourself as some dickhead sellout remember that simplicity of character is the result of profound thought. These fuckheads that need to advertise how 'cool' they are through their clothing, accoutrements, and incredibly phony urban slang ('dope shit', gimme a fucking break), if they need to do this it's basically an advertisement for a search for identity. The identity of a lost soul that needs to be replaced by what a consumerist society sees as 'cool'. If you need to literally buy who you are...you're fucked. I don't care how rich you are. In a truly underground and 'hip' environment, these pussies would be crying for their mommys. Could you see any of these assholes being part of say The Yippies or the Weather Underground? C'mon Poorgeoisie , walk your cool like you talk your cool!

By the way those two Frankie guys are despicable assholes. Boycott their restaurants!

Ken Mac said...

excellent post from yet another "anonymous." But well said. And thanks for the tip to the book based on the summer of 74...

Anonymous said...

No cup cakes on the high line? The high line will be venue for junk food and overpriced T-shirts.

Mad Texter said...

The spoons remind me of the cycle of precipitation. It rains, then evaporates into the atmosphere, then rains again.

So goes the nature of things...and the cycle of neighborhoods.

hntrnyc said...

Bravo, Anonymous @ 4:18!
But by all means, reveal thyself!

Eden Bee said...

Those spoons are saying If You Build It They Will Come.

ShatteredMonocle said...

Poorgeoisie...just an enhanced version of "shabby chic" for the new Great Depression.

Soon we will see a Marc Jacobs bag on a stick and "artisinal" hobo beans. We've already got the bread line in Madison Square Park.

Anonymous said...

We live in a very lazy generation. People don't want to pull their own weight anymore. Young people want to reply on assistance to survive. It's like a huge welfare program.

It's called HARD WORK. Even during the depression, many Americans still had jobs.

It's also the parents fault for making their kids so soft. Well, they will feel the heat now.

There are a lot of us who would love to be artists, musicians, etc, but when there aren't any jobs for it out there, you do what you have to do and survive. You don't ask for a welfare check from your parents.