Bullet Mouth is Greenpointers’ new advice column, here to answer your questions on life’s many vexing issues.
Dear Bullet Mouth: I have a group of friends who love to go out to dinner and out to bars all the time, which is great, as I love to socialize and be out on the town too. The problem is, lately I’ve been a little on the broke side and can’t afford the same lifestyle. I want to see people and be involved, but how do I avoid forking over serious cash every night? —Cash-Strapped on Calyer
Dear Cash-Strapped on Calyer: Everyone I know has this problem. Like you, they either can’t afford night-after-night out or, if they can, feel guilty about it because they should be saving more or engaging in healthier activities. You are absolutely not a special snowflake in this regard.
At least that is what the great George Constanza would have said if he had to describe the most boring blizzard in NYC’s history. Monday’s storm had subways shut down, curfews imposed, and weathermen promising us Brooklynites over 24 inches of pure unadulterated snow. But when the blizzard showed us his mighty wrath with only 6 measly inches, you could hear the frustrated groans across the borough–and we mere mortals weren’t the only ones making noise that night.
One tipster wrote us that he spotted an allusive Yeti binge drinking and growling at patrons at local waterhole Oak & Iron before hitting the snow covered sidewalks to terrify a few local residents during Monday night’s blizzard.
As if a Yeti sighting was not rare enough, another Brooklyn resident has come forward with evidence that Big Foot is alive and well, and residing inside Prospect Park. According to a man calling himself Russell Strarck, he claims to have captured footage of an over-sized hairy humanoid foraging for food inside Brooklyn’s largest park on Tuesday morning.
Don’t believe in Big Foot? Perhaps this mountain man’s testimony might convince you big hairy things exist in forests after all.
As we know all too well from the past month, New York weather BE CRAZY. One day it feels like Spring in January and the next, we wake up only to trek through a few feet of toxic slush to a delayed train. If only there was a better way to get the weather report than sifting through an hour-by-hour forecast in a state of half sleep, trying to determine what shoes to put on…
Welcome to the world of Poncho, a personalized weather service that emails/texts you each morning with an update specifically tailored to your daily habits. It’s just like the device in Her, except instead of Scarlet Johansson whispering sweet nothings into your ear, it’s an adorable cat in a poncho telling you the weather. Continue reading →
I knew I chose the right place for Greenpointers’ space when I met fellow resident Mary Jeys, who told me about her Brooklyn Torch Project, which is “a local currency project aimed at providing a paper means of exchange in North Brooklyn that will circulate and support the resident community in North Brooklyn.” It’s a totally legal way to trade goods and services right here in Greenpoint, “while improving the community wealth.”
I don’t know about you, but on a daily basis I really find no need to leave Brooklyn, or Greenpoint for that matter. I can find everything I need as far as food, goods and services right here. So a regional currency makes a lot of sense.
Want to learn more?
Brooklyn Torch invites you to come by and try out using a local currency, this Saturday February 2, 2013 from 2-6pm, at Dobbin Project Space (50-52 Dobbin St)
How it works:
• You: bring an item to sell at our appraisal table. • We: appraise it and buy the item from you in Brooklyn Torches. • You: buy any items from our store (including goods that other people have previously sold). • We: Sell them to you in Brooklyn Torches, keeping a record of all transactions.
This past Saturday I had plans to attend an art show held in a Manhattan apartment, plans that I, a municipal employee who works in a Queens office with a “bucket truck chic” dress code, tend to find myself underdressed for. However, a combination of a successful fall shopping trip or two and a cooler-than-usual forecast after a soggy summer left me optimistic. The preceding months have found me DOA (damp on arrival) so I was very excited to actually look as I’d intended.
Then it rained and was far too warm for the cardigan of which I was so proud anyhow, but that’s actually beside the point. Even had I been the crisp, just-hip-enough vision in denim that I had in my mind, I still would have fallen into a trap that I’ve been victim to before, one which I’m calling – and you heard it here first (if not, link me) – BFMC. Brooklyn Fancy Manhattan Casual.