It all started when we realized that our sign sucks…
We decided to get a badass NEON sign, which we can take to all of our events and markets, a sign that reflects who we are and what we believe in – local MADE IN NYC craftsmanship – and of course document the process from start to finish with the direction of the talented Miguel A. Rodriguez (my best friend in the entire world!)
Our Neon Sign Documentary will star Robbie Ingui of Artistic Neon, a 2nd generation Neon Sign Maker. This guy is super talented, hilarious and has thee best NY accent ever! Not only will we film him making our sign and teaching us about the process, but we will also interview his father (in upstate NY) and Thomas Rinaldi, who wrote the amazing book New York Neon to learn about the history of Neon Sign Making and how it has created a unique visual landscape here for the past 100 years.
Medicinal herbs, healing plants, the magic of nature – all bottled up by Curandera NYC, a featured vendor at today’s Fall Market. Hurry it’s from noon-6pm at From The Source (69 West St).
Curanderas are traditional Latin American healers. Living in the big city can be rough on the mind and body and Curandera NYC offers folk remedies for modern times to treat stress and depleted vitality.
We spoke to Curandera NYC’s Josie Castaneda, who uses Reiki, flower essences, Yoga, meditation, aromatherapy, and herbalism to inspire her Brooklyn-based brand. Continue reading →
It was our first week shaping our “social life” around our new pup “D” – ain’t she a cutie? Basically unless we find a dog sitter, we can’t go anywhere for more than a few hours because her bladder is the size of a pea and she really doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal to sneak into the living room and take a mini dump on the floor when Jon and I are passed out on the couch at 9:30pm. See what I mean about our “social life”? Continue reading →
All of my friends who haven’t been priced out of Greenpoint have made the strategic decision to never leave their apartments. And with a view like this, overlooking Manhattan Ave, Nassau Ave and the city skyline, why ever leave?
Eating an entire fish – bone in – is a challenge for me. With the help of my amazing friend Yui, RIP, I got over my fear (her Dad eats the eyeballs and tail), which was the first step. While I’ve now the courage, I lack the skills. I just kind of mush it around into a big mess. Continue reading →
Last week was a rough for me. 911 always brings me down plus I got doored with a capital – slam me into the middle of the street – D! It was one of the scariest and alienating experiences of my life. After I got up and picked up my bicycle, the first thing the driver said was not, “are you okay?” but “you were going to fast.” After the rage subsided I started shaking and crying uncontrollably, which is a little awkward on Graham Ave with all the staring passersby. Thankfully, I’m totally fine, bruised up but alive. The mental trauma and my general disenchantment with NY set in for a few days afterwards – it’s such a rough and unforgiving place sometimes. Continue reading →
Marzena recently supported Greenpointers by sponsoring a post and offering readers a discount for her services.
She also offered me a complimentary “Smart Aging” Face and Neck spray (value $50) knowing that tanning is not really my thing. I wear a gold chain with an Italian horn around my neck – I don’t need anything else to scream Queens Guidette while I’m pumping freestyle in Jon’s pick-up truck!
Each first Sunday of the month we have a Sunday Supper at a new location in Greenpoint with a new chef and each first Sunday Supper of the month I am nervous! There is a lot to do and a lot of unknowns. Like will it rain? Do we have enough utensils? Will the chef be on time?
Sunday Supper #7 was particularly more stressful because I was the chef and I suffer from Food Anxiety – which is a clinical neurological condition that involves worrying about making enough food for your guests. One of the symptoms is making way too much food! Everyone in my entire crazy family has this problem – it’s a genetic mutation on the Sicilian strand of DNA I inherited from my father Rocco. Continue reading →
I know that I do a lot of salad shit tawking, but that is only when it is insultingly offered as a side to a burger. As if in my self-destructive eating mindset I want to be reminded of my downward spiraling food choices. Shut up and give me fries!
That being said, I do specifically seek out certain perfect salads in Greenpoint. Salads that discreetly champion the getting old and dripping with pork guts offerings that cater to our bacon crazed foodie culture.
Selamat Pagi’s Bali Urap AKA Papaya Salad is utterly perfect and I make the walk all the way to the “other side” of McGuinness just to eat this salad. Continue reading →