We live in a golden age of sorts for enjoyers of the scourge known as marijuana. Police just laugh at you when they catch you smoking it (if you’re white, anyway), and if it’s stronger than it was the the 60s like your parents keep saying, well who cares? Just means you can smoke less of it, and therefore buy less, saving money. And while users are having a great time, it sounds like dealers might be too, if a recent HuffPo profile of a pot dealer is to be believed. (more…)
Space…the giant big empty above our heads. It’s terrifying in its bigness and emptiness, but that didn’t stop some students from CUNY’s Medgar Edvers College from building a satellite they gave to NASA, to be launched into space. And now that satellite has been attached to a rocket and sent up to the stars, meaning Brooklyn is the first borough to puncture the atmosphere and make our mark in space. Suck on that, Queens! (more…)
Remember that self-guided Spirit Trail? We found a bottle of booze from the tour for under $25, which is harder than you’d think, for a good reason. These are after all, smaller outfits that just started, and startup costs are more expensive. Expenses like rent, as we’re always rantingdiscussing, are ridiculous around here. Despite this, there was at least one booze that fit the bill and that is Owney’s Rum Infusions, made by Williamsburg’s The Noble Experiment, clocking in at $20-$22.
The smooth rum, that will make you question why you ever bothered with the swill you endured in college, comes in three flavors: vanilla, rosemary and mint. Bridget Firtle, the noble experimenter herself, is one of the few women in the Brooklyn distilling industry. So you’re not just drinking to forget your humiliating moments of 2013, (of which you have many) but getting a taste of girl power. And it tastes oh, so good. $20-$22 at Heights Chateau, Brooklyn Wine Exchange, and Wright & Goebel Wines and Spirits
We wonder if this will be a good FIT in Greenpoint. Eh. eh? via New York Shitty
Just in time for New Year’s resolutions, a new New York Sports Club is scheduled to open in Greenpoint this winter, which is great for those with a New York Sports Club membership or those who would consider buying one, and less great for those who can’t afford to pay half the price of health insurance to have a gym membership.
For those less excited about fitness centers in the neighborhood and the attendant spitting out of sweaty body-builders and yoga mat girls, this probably means another corporate eyesore popping up on our nice, quiet north Brooklyn street. The NYSC joins Greenpoint Landing, the Dunkin Donuts literally everywhere and the Starbucks opening on Union Avenue on our “Increasing Capitalist Ventures, Dwindling Old-world Charm” bingo cards. (more…)
Despite the best efforts of Hell’s Kitchen, SantaCon is coming back this year, and given that the mob of Santa Clausi might have a persecution complex, it’s best to just stay out of their way. Of course, how do you know where to go, aside from anywhere that isn’t the Lower East Side, Williamsburg or the East Village? Like last year’s anti-Santite posters put out by Eater, activist neighborhood group LES Dwellers has picked up the ball and has made posters of their own for bar owners to put up in their drinkeries, like the one above spotted by a redditor. Although since these have no legal authority, we kind of wonder if this is just inviting trouble? (more…)
Want to draw her picture? Now you can. via Facebook
We are not the world’s most artistic people, it’s one of the reasons we use our words to make a living. That doesn’t preclude us (see, big word) from taking an interest in drawing things under the right circumstances. Like say, if there’s a bunch of alcohol involved. And then if you want to just go the extra step and decide we’re going to be drawing a sinful burlesque performer, well sure, what the hell, we’ll be there. Apparently Ditmas Park’s Bar Chord read our damn minds, because they now have themselves a burlesque drink and draw. Va-va-voom! (more…)
How many books do you want for Christmas? The obvious answer is “all of them,” because you’re a huge nerd (who isn’t these days?) who’s collecting them like so many Pokemon. The problem with that, of course, is that books cost money, and from a practical perspective, the more books you have, the more of a pain in the ass it is to move. But what if you could just have someone else store all the books you’d want to read? While Mellow Pages isn’t quite that, it’s as close as you’re gonna get, so tell your friend to get you a membership there for a year, it’s just $20.
What does a Mellow Pages membership come with? Aside from being able to take out books from Brooklyn’s only user-sourced library, you also get free coffee, and presumably people will always be happy to see you when you show up. And unlike a regular library, Mellow Pages has tons of small press books and oddities like The Life and Times of Martha Washington in the 21st Century. Plus, no judge-y librarians shushing you. $20 at Mellow Pages, 56 Bogart Street, Bushwick
We knew the police blotter, we served with the police blotter, and you map, are no police blotter
Earlier today we were gnashing our teeth, as we do, about the death of the police blotter and it’s myriad wonders. And like some parent trying to distract a kid from the death of their dog by buying them a new, worse dog, the NYPD has released an interactive crime map of their own. “See?” they say, “It’s just the same as the thing you used to have and loved!” Except it isn’t, because it doesn’t even give any details and WE HATE IT. (more…)
The medical field is one of those things that is basically alchemy to us, given all the experience we have with it and our utter lack of contact with it due to being uninsured/young and unbreakable. That’s why we’re glad Gina Bellafante at the Times let us know what’s happening in the exciting field of medicine in New York. Except what’s happening there is that doctors aren’t taking insurance and setting themselves up as doctor concierges (docierges?) to people who are willing to pay $25,000 per year for the privilege. And the service comes with all sorts of life-extending extras, so basically our billionaire oligarch class will never die. (more…)