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- 11/25/15--12:33: _MTOPP Suit Against ...
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- 11/30/15--09:59: _Parkside Plaza Need...
- 12/02/15--13:21: _Ocean Ave Event - D...
- 12/06/15--11:01: _Did James Brown Rea...
- 12/08/15--06:52: _The Kitties Need You
- 12/08/15--10:35: _Parkside Memories
- 12/11/15--12:15: _Is This Info Even U...
- 12/12/15--11:54: _Get Out and Shop Wh...
- 12/13/15--20:04: _The Q and His Block...
- 12/14/15--12:51: _Barry Hersko Sinks ...
- 12/15/15--12:03: _The last person bor...
- 12/17/15--19:51: _The Race Tightens
- 12/18/15--07:36: _The Q: Boy Who Crie...
- 12/18/15--12:15: _Hell Yeah, Bedford ...
- 12/21/15--14:03: _A Phat Albert Rethink
- 12/28/15--19:51: _The No Muss No Fuss...
- 01/01/16--19:41: _The Flabenue Turns '16
- 01/03/16--07:47: _It Happened in 2015
- 01/05/16--05:46: _Cell Phones & Pisto...
- 11/25/15--12:33: MTOPP Suit Against CB9 Dismissed
- 11/27/15--06:25: 160 Stores Nearby And You're Still Shopping On Amazon?
- 11/30/15--09:59: Parkside Plaza Needs Your Support
- 12/02/15--13:21: Ocean Ave Event - December 12
- 12/06/15--11:01: Did James Brown Really Happen, Or Was It All Some Wonderful Dream?
- 12/08/15--06:52: The Kitties Need You
- 12/08/15--10:35: Parkside Memories
- 12/11/15--12:15: Is This Info Even Useful? And Why or Why Not?
- 12/12/15--11:54: Get Out and Shop While the Weather's Good!
- 12/13/15--20:04: The Q and His Block Shafted By CB9
- 12/14/15--12:51: Barry Hersko Sinks Even Lower
- 12/15/15--12:03: The last person born in 1899
- 12/17/15--19:51: The Race Tightens
- 12/18/15--07:36: The Q: Boy Who Cried Wolf? Nostrand-amus? How About - Map Reader?
- 12/18/15--12:15: Hell Yeah, Bedford Armory
- 12/21/15--14:03: A Phat Albert Rethink
- 12/28/15--19:51: The No Muss No Fuss Guide To Responsible Segregation
- 01/01/16--19:41: The Flabenue Turns '16
- 01/03/16--07:47: It Happened in 2015
- Things started ugly as Cadia B. Doily calls her neighbors Uncles Tom .
- The floodgates opened on "giving you the finger" style development. Tall and Skinny Comes To Lefferts.
- Things worsened for longtime residents, as there was a frightening Consolidation of Apartment Buildings by A Very Few Unscrupulous Owners
- Who you may ask? Try Robert Durst and Others No Boy Scouts
- The "Berserk Eclectic" Clarkson classic went From Haunted House to Ho-Hum Homes
- We wondered, in all this talk of City growth, Who's Moving To NYC Anyway?
- The Q got bored and wandered out to note the tons of "soft spots" in our current zoning, as The Q Makes His Case For Rezoning - In Pictures
- Hudson won a Hail Mary lawsuit and the neighborhoods tallest building shot up as 626 Flatbush Wins Lawsuit Doesn't Have To Tear It Down Or Move It To Downtown Brooklyn Where It Belongs
- Mediocre LPT became mediocre Nacho Mother's Tacos (rather I wished they'd've called it that)
- An adorable lass opened an adorable shoppe on Rogers called Pels Piess
- My favorite discount store became a Rainbow, which my daughters love, but the Q Cried Like Baby As Gem Dies
- A Hoo(kah) Dunnit is told, as Ali's Roti Gets Complaints, Answers Complaints,Then Hosts a Murder
- The new CB9 Chair Can't Take It Anymore - Resigns
- One of many Fuck You Finger Buildings comes to Lincoln Road
- Myspace Realty, the Gentrification Accelerator, Opens on Flatbush
- The Q April Fooled You, and I'm sorry to say that Mario Batali is NOT Coming To Flatbush Ave
- After years of trying to rouse attention, finally it's the NY Times On the Insanity of 60 Clarkson and Scattersite Housing
- Jim Mamary branches out from Bluebird Cafe with Mexican Burgers
- A major real estate conglomerate swoops in, and Scoops Gets New Landlord
- More goodies as IM Pastry Opens On Nostrand
- Our favorite rabble rouser Diana Richardson Takes It All
- There is something wrong with the numbers in this buying spree, so the Q ponders whether To Ponzi Or Not To Ponzi
- From "discovered," to "hot," and Now We're a Brochure
- Yes! The Trees Finally Get a Makeover
- Leave the carbs behind, as Silver Shi Shi Sushi Comes To Flabenue
- The Botanic Garden reopens an entrance and ruins its cafe as Food at Botanic Garden Now Officially Sucks
- The Q heads to Miami and learns firsthand how Nationwide the Topic Is Gentrification
- Once again, as clear as a bell, Your Councilman Is An Idiot
- Outstanding newcomer, The Food Sermon Blows Minds
- Ever in the shadow of the "other side of the park? No, It's Not Always A Conspiracy Against Us. But it sure helps to get organized - finally folks are waking up about what it takes to get shit done.
- That nasty intersection gets another tweak, as Improvements Come To Parkside Ocean - Again
- Barry Hers is going to hell, and 60 Clarkson Tenants Are Given One Day To Get Out
- Jim's Joint American Tacos or Burger Mexicano, take your pick.
- The Parkside Farmers Market Arrives! So Turnip the Volume (Rakim I Say Peas)
- The Q Reads An Actual Book, as Ta-nehisi Goes To Vermont
- The bold new wave barberess of Nostrand - Cut Lola Cut
- More Game Changers On Nostrand - IM, Allen & Starliner
- Tragedy strikes Ali's Roti
- Another sweet mural as Killer Clarkson Block Holds Killer Party: The Hood Love Mural
- The Q Hearts J'ouvert in Mas To Do About Everything
- More Lola opens around the corner
- Tonic redux as Owl Music Parlor Bloedows 'Em Away
- Michael Allen Opens; chocolate lovers shed tears openly
- GMACC is doing the work the cops can't and they need funding and support
- Cynthia's Final Toush is the jam for dresses and island themed accessories
- House of Juice Opens and does fruits and veggies proud
- Burger Truck Coming, or let's hope it's still happening at the BP station
- Erv's and Blessings Now Neighborhood "Institutions" at One Year
- Damn Good Falafel Invasion as Kalushkat opens on the Flabenue
- During the most crucial time to quit squabbling and "do the work," CB9 DM Pearl Miles Ousted By Resentful Board
- Now we're talking, as Caton Market Becomes Huge Affordable Apt Building because the City actually owns the land.
- Terrific newcomers, as Park Side and Zurilee Add Upscale 'Za Bars to the Flabenue
- Greenlight Bookstore Moving Into 626 Flatbush (Maple Street School Too)
- Big Flatbush Cleanup Day and the Q wasn't invited, and he couldn't be happier about that
- PLGNA & PPEN To Start Independent Needs Assessment which of course turned Cadia B. Doily into a Tazmanian Tsunami claiming MLK Day has been usurped by whites in bizarre rant
- Little Mo' Wine A Big Hit On Nostrand - winos with credit cards rejoiced openly.
- The Q Continues To Squawk Against the Wind, decrying The Lunacy of Saying NO To Housing - all types
- C'mon dammit, you Should Have Rezoned - Ridiculous 20-story Building Going Up on Linden exactly where Councilman Eugene's Offices are.
- Then as if to shove it in my face, the Q gets Fucked By My Own Community, which could have been signing the ink on a zoning plan by now, saving countless blocks from shitty development and encouraging residential market and affordable on Empire Blvd and other wise corridors. Keep Empire Shitty indeed.
- Fresh Face To Take On Indumbent Mathieu Eugene and no, that's not a typo
- Big changes south of Wendy's, as Brooklyn Commons and Jack Srour Take Phat Albert's Into the Current Millenium
- The Q writes another long essay that no one will read about how Segregation Is Alive and Thriving in the South and just about everywhere, while here we're practically paving the way for a wealth-only future by missing the opportunity to plan for a mixed-income future, Tenants advocates continue to do the good work...the rest of us squabble over things the City has already told us it refuses to do, like downzone the whole neighborhood at a time of housing crisis.
- 01/05/16--05:46: Cell Phones & Pistol Whips
After many months of trumpeting its lawsuit against lowly Community Board 9, MTOPP lost today in Supreme Court. Not THAT Supreme Court, mind you. The decision completely denies MTOPP (Alicia)'s claims that CB9, under district manager Pearl Miles, was underhandedly trying to dismantle the wheels of democracy. If you're into this sort of thing, the details are kinda fun to read. Otherwise, here's the short version. Nobody is trying to pull the wool over your eyes, Alicia. Some people, believe it or not, simply disagree with you. At the same time, in a separate decision, the disorderly conduct charges against Ms. Boyd were dropped. Meaning, basically, that she can continue to scream, shout and holler, then get hauled out of the meeting, but can't be sentenced for it. That seems about right to me. No one should be denied the opportunity - say in the Senate - to jump up and yell "you racist fascist pigs." However, that same person shouldn't be allowed to do that indefinitely. At some point, you gotta move on with the business at hand. Senators are allowed to filibuster in certain circumstances. Individual citizens, however, are granted no such powers.
And so another meeting went by, this one with not much to report. The Citywide text amendments to promote the building of affordable housing failed, predictably, after being hammered with all manner of blunt tools, ranging from misinformation to lies to specious economic arguments. Never you mind, says the Mayor. I'm the decider, says he, not to be swayed by a tide of public opinion. We'll see - if he wants another term he may need to rethink. Oh, and the Empire Blvd Reconstruction Project was tabled. Had the vote happened last night, I fear it would have failed for being lumped in with all the other anti-City votes. DOT is coming back to the table to better make its case. Here's hoping they succeed, because god knows I was losing the arguments.
Both Laurie Cumbo and Diana Richardson gave lengthy but powerful speeches trumpeting their good deeds. So did Mathieu Eugene. The Q happily shook M.E.'s hand and thanked him for all the new trash baskets. You know, the ones that say Mathieu Eugene all over them? Diana ripped Alicia a new one in a pulpit-pounding diatribe that reminded us why we voted for her in the first place. Man, that gal can speak! She's got such a terrific cadence and she rarely trips over her well-chosen words. Plus, she went into some detail about her plans for an ex-felon job fair. NOW we're talking! Too many young people get saddled with the wrong kind of degree - one from Superior Court, that dogs them for life. Second chances, that's why we let people out of jail in the first place. Regain your footing, grow up, take responsibility. But just TRY to get hired with a Felony on your record. You go Dee!
Not one, not six, but one hundred and sixty stores are offering discounts during Shop Local CB9's campaign to convince you that pretty much everything you need for the holidays can be found right here. You can get yer toys, yer clothes, yer knick-knacks and yer paddywacks. More info:
Nostrand Avenue Merchant's Association Facebook Page
Tomorrow is the big kick-off at CB9 headquarters on Nostrand. No reason to put off exercising your purchasing power. Stores are open and they need our support. We love our neighborhood, and this is the American way to show love. With $$$! The Flatbush Avenue Merchants are flying their freak flags high as well. Make sure to stop in a local joint for discounts and goodies.
Exposing the apparatus in po-mo style, here's the press release rather than dropping the quotes into my own post making it look like I actually went out and did an interview. Pia and Warren from CB9 and Nostrand Ave Merchants are awesome though, and I can personally vouch for their commitment to the project.
video by Thorsten Thielow
The Q just gave. Please give.
Only a year ago the Parkside Plaza was a gleam in our eyes. Now it's here, and man ever has it changed our little corner of the park. Just last weekend the Farmer's Market came to end for this year, but it was a smash success and we hope to return next year and every year after.
The Parkside Committee is busy scrounging up donations from officials and foundations, but we're not there yet. We still need $20,000 for the coming year. Granted that seems like a ton. But remember the Plaza needs maintenance, every day. Trust me when I say we hope to have the Plaza self-sufficient in the next couple years, through electeds and businesses. But in the meantime, consider giving to the Plaza that keeps on giving.
From the whole Committee a hearty thanks.
Amy Musick's at it again. Not even a little bit defatigable that one! She and Ocean by the Park Tree Club are not only advocating and beautifying they're doing something that only true urban gardeners fully appreciate...they're prePARing, thinking ahead, getting ready, being thorough, crossing their t's and minding their q's. They're winterizing. And you're invited:
Is that Bambi or Rudolph on the bottom left? Rudolph the Red Nosed Delson perhaps? No, he moved to Cleveland. Regardless, come on out on the 12th of December for a wintery mix jingle mingle.
The Q's stuffing envelopes at work - gotta go out tomorrow, there's no getting around it. He's listening to the James Brown singles from the mid-60's thru early '70s. The Q sometimes can't believe that JB ever really existed, because the tension, the politics, the monstrous polyrhythmic genius, the impossible ambition and confident execution - it's forever exploding my puny musical brain. I've spent my whole adult life trying to comprehend the enormity of his accomplishment, and they'll still be trying to pull it apart 300 years from now, the way scholars do with now with J.S. Bach. JB Bach. Toccata & Funk in D minor.
So you already know this. His "Popcorn" series is perhaps the moment at which he literally and figuratively blows the top off the whole kettle. In this remarkable filmed moment, his band sits while he dances and squeals. If you watch nothing else, check out what happens when he calls Maceo up at 2:30. From that moment to the end you will witness perhaps the most astounding duet in the history of sound:
Give to the Kitties!
When feral cats get trapped and fixed, they can live out their lives fairly peacefully. Since doing TNR to a gang of cats behind our house in 2005, we've nurtured dozens of cats through the years. Without the sex parts, they're sweet and docile and don't scream or spray. They mostly manage to live through the winter. Baby Bootsy, one of the original cats we neutered, is now TEN YEARS OLD! Senior Gato and Spazzy Penguin are new. The three of them are good friends. Sure I miss Scrabbles and Corn Dog and Nichols and May. But they lived good lives. And that's what it's all about, even for we of the human persuasion. To pretend it's about more is hubris. (But whatever we're sure you're very, very important and your contributions to the culture and the DNA of Homo Sapiens immeasurable. Why should I kill your buzz? Now, back to those adorable kitties...)
FAT Cats has emerged as a local powerhouse in the movement, and they operate right here in the 'hood. I can't recommend them highly enough. Committed, caring and effective. Consider a gift today!
Roxie V. nails a clutch ID, a vintage pic of Parkside, Ocean to Flatbush, from the POV of, say, the Mickey D's.
Need confirmation that guns are a big problem in the Borough of Kings? Check out the interactive map that's provoking lots of droopy-dog head-shaking all over the country. The Q took three screen shots at three different zoom levels to give you a sense of how we shape up in the gun violence department. I'll start with the tightest shot and move out. Note that red tags are gun deaths and orange "just" shootings. The greens mean there are more than one (usually 2) within a tight enough range that you couldn't distinguish them as two.
What do we learn? Well, even taking into account the lower density, I think it's fair to say that you have almost ZERO chance of getting shot in Park Slope. Shocking isn't it? This is just one year mind you, but in my 30 years of living in Brooklyn I don't recall a shooting epidemic in the Slope, even during Crack. I recall a groper or two, and a lot of iPhone muggings.
The second thing you notice is that there's nothing particularly special about YOUR area, Flatbush, East Flatbush, Lefferts Gardens, Crown Heights, Bed-Stuy. We all seem to be equally adrift in the same melange of the three G's. Guns, Gentrification and Gouging. (It's a stretch I know, but the gouging happens in all manner of ways from housing to staples and even expectations, and most importantly, it starts with the letter G).
The third thing, and I really didn't expect to see this connection...shootings most often happen on the major avenues and at intersections. Admit it, you hadn't thought of that before either! As always, mass shootings are barely a dent in the overall shooting statistics here and nationwide. It's the day in day out resorting to guns to deal with conflict - domestic, gang, adolescent - that really takes a toll.
Many folks are finally realizing that while the flamboyant killings garner the attention, the real epidemic facing young men, mostly black young men, involves something that our culture is unwilling or unable to do. A health emergency needs the right kind of experts, doctors and care. And what sort of care? Jobs. Dignity. Mentorship. Respect. Hope. Love. Community. And yeah, discipline where and when appropriate. We have, as they say, either a long way to go or not far at all. The choice belongs to the adults. For now, we're not showing a whole hell of a lot of courage. Or wisdom. Or even, I would argue, concern.
For months, now years, the Q has sounded the alarm. Do a Planning Study, or lose even the inner blocks that aren't in the Historic District, to absurd development. And who's led the loudest opposition to such a clear-headed strategy? Why would a few people in the Historic District, homeowners with nothing to lose by slowing down the process, a process meant to create thoughtful trade-offs and look for soft spots in current zoning, places that could yield unwanted buildings - want to stop that process in the middle of a real estate explosion, when we're actually being offered the opportunity to do it by DCP?. Look at the 20 story tower happening over on Linden in CB17, and countless ugly tear-downs and build-ups all around us. Some could have been prevented if a Zoning Study had sought to keep neighborhood height in check, and some downzoning and contextualizing where appropriate. Not every block is worthy of landmarking, so...have a heart.
The Q's block has been a hot mess for some time, and I have enough good humor to weather any insanity. But the irony is not lost. Plans were filed with DOB to tear down a limestone townhouse in the middle of a row of 10 to make room for a six-story building covering most of the lot. Don't worry, I'm not asking for sympathy. I know I'm a lucky D.O.B. S.O.B. to have a house at all, one purchased at the beginning of the century even.
Thx due to Barnabas for noticing the filing. There will be, of course, no means-tested units. The developer is clearly a scumbag. Here's a story on him, detailing his forcing a female subordinate to come with him while he urinates.
I feel terrible for the homeowners on either side, as these have been their pride and joys for decades. It's gotta be a done delicately, you know, this tearing down of brownstones. We share walls, don't you know, and these are old buildings. The size of the footprint means their gardens and backyards will be permanently screwed.
Maybe, just maybe, these guys have overreached. It's been suggested that their FAR goes to far.
So this Post is for you, all you helpful CB9 Board members who have done absolutely nothing to this point to protect the integrity of the neighborhood. And for what? Saving Empire Blvd for Wendy's and Self-storage? Keeping Nostrand from seeing some affordable housing? What a waste. 11 units in the middle of a row of houses, instead of affordable units on Empire. I guess I deserve it.
Here's the house in question, 19 Clarkson, rest in pieces:
60 Clarkson's homeless shelter families are set to have a nice holiday party tonight, with pot-luck and presents and a lot of neighbors chipping in. One problem...the landlord doesn't want them to. He's gone to court to shut it down.
Why? Beats me. Why does this asshole get up in the morning? To make money and screw his fellow human beings. Doing both at once provides him with double the pleasure, apparently.
More unnecessary drama as it unfolds...
And she lives real nearby in East New York. Susannah Mushatt Jones. She eats four links of bacon every day. And her hair stopped being gray and has started growing brown again. No joke. The latest on her from NY Mag.
No, not that race. For City Council in the 40th, against incumbent Mathieu Eugene.
Okay, so he's not running for reelection til 2017. But Mathieu should already be running scared. A likable, politically savvy newcomer has announced plans to run. Brian Cunningham lives in Flatbush and has all the trappings of a potential contender for political office. He's experienced in politics and government, he's cute, dresses nicely. I've met him a few times and I have no idea what sort of councilperson he'd be (yet) but I'm sure we'll all have plenty of time to get to know him before Primary Day a year and a half from now. Declaring early is a good idea though. This way when you see him around you can know you're talking to a candidate and ask all those questions you're dying to ask now. And I expect to see him around a hell of a lot more than the guy with the gig and the nearly $150K salary who actually lives in Canarsie and can't be bothered to show up or send a rep at CB9 meetings. Unless he's touting something like his new trash cans that were payed for by some of his discretionary money. Btw I shook his hand and thanked him for them.
So when I say the race has tightened, I mean the odds are already good that Brian can beat Mathieu and nobody knows Brian yet. As I see it, Brian needs support from a few key places and he's a gimme. If he can nail down support from 4 of 6 of Yvette Clarke, Diana Richardson, Kevin Parker, Jesse Hamilton and Eric Adams and Jumaane Williams that would pull him even at least. A couple unions go his way and you're golden. Unless other people run, then it's gonna be tougher. Another reason to announce early and try to raise money and dissuade others.
Here's his page with all the upbeat tidbits. What's he look like?
Why, you might ask, am I posting the picture with his wife Stephanie? Couple reasons. First, in order for a dude to get married he has to impress his to-be wife, right? She's attractive, smart, works at the Brooklyn Museum. She picked him, so maybe he's not all bad. I like married guys, at least until they end up as front page news for being not-such-great married guys. But let's assume for the moment that Brian's one of the good ones. She chose him, that's a plus. Sexist of me? Nah. Just practical.
Second, of all the places in the world to run into Brian, I ran into him and Stephanie last summer in Manchester, VT at the estate of Robert Todd Lincoln, called Hildene. They were also visiting the bizarre Pullman Car museumy situation they have there, where you find out that Robert Todd Lincoln really didn't do much with his life other than cash in on his daddy's name and become head of Pullman, a position that was handed to him for his political connections. The story of Pullman Porters, however, is a great window onto the world of post-emancipation racial economics, or put another way, how to turn slaves into indentured servants and make it look like you're a racial progressive, all the while only further stereotyping and belittling an entire group of people and calling every last one of them "George" or "Boy." Also the idea that train travel on Pullman sleepers could give you an opportunity to live like the upper crust, if only for a couple thousand miles, is bizarre in itself. Pullman Porters gave you a manservant for a few days, and quite possibly the closest thing to haute cuisine you could expect on wheels.
As bad as Pullman Porters had it, they were considered the top of the pops for black men. A small but steady wage, a decent uniform, seeing the country. Truth be told MOST Americans had shitty jobs at little pay during the dawn of the Industrial Age. Check out the coal miners and migrant farmers for starters. It was a time of great income discrepancy and fast-moving technological achievement and racial and political upheaval. How very very different from today. Must have been craaaaaazzzzy!
Thanks Jacob for keeping the pushpins rolling. Here's more details on the shocking (see above) tracking of new residential developments in the neighborhood.
Nice to see that the Historic District works so well to keep out new buildings - seriously it's a testament to the far-sightedness of old-timers. Wish my block had some protections. The kind that were in the works with a Planning Study, that could have downzoned inner blocks even down to rows of houses in favor of new developments where they dang well belong - along avenues of transit and sites that currently have taxpayer lowrises or fastfood and storage marts and parking lots. Imagine, favoring storage marts over housing for actual people. Bitter, Q? Hell yes.
But at this point I'm prepared to reflect and calm the fuck down. It ain't gonna happen. We have people bitching about density and complaining about light and air to the point that no one wants to be part of the City's efforts to deal with a housing crisis on the one hand and destruction of neighborhoods on the other. Folks, you can't "not build" your way out of near-zero vacancy-rates that're raising rents beyond reason. Can't be done. Not historically, not now.
Brooklyn is a victim of success. There are thousands of new jobs, new amenities, new opportunities. People want to live here, and we can't stop that. We SHOULDN'T stop that. It's what this borough was begging for for decades. Now that it's here, we can't handle change? Smart development? Sure there's ridiculous luxury high-rise happening. And the City should stop it. That damn tower at One 57th St and 432 Park and the Time-Warner Center. But that is NOT part of the lower and middle class housing being proposed by City Planning for our neighborhood. And yes, making up to $100K a year is middle class in this town. Even $150K with a family of four. If you don't think so, you don't get out much. This City has changed dramatically and people with those incomes are desperate to find (gulp) AFFORDABLE housing. THAT'S why rents are so damn high around here. It's a great neighborhood, and it's been affordable to professionals and newly minted arrivers. Less so every day, though. Rents are topping $3K already in some buildings.
Anti-density folks will tell you they champion the working poor. It's bullshit. You can't favor downzoning everywhere and claim to care for the lowest income-earners. You should be organizing tenants and providing legal help to keep them in their homes if you really care. Join the CHTU of Flatbush Coalition. Get busy. But don't stop the building of apartments, of all income needs.
The actual poor? The much-hated City is doing everything it can to build supportive housing, but it will never be able to keep up. And when they DO propose building "public housing," which is what you should call it when you provide nearly all the income by taxes, folks come out of the woodwork to complain about all the poor and ill people moving in. I shit you not, you should hear the discriminatory nonsense that comes out of people's mouth when they announced putting some supportive housing on Maple east of here, built by a terrific non-profit called The Bridge. The "crazies" are going to abduct our children the neighbors yelled, with only the pitchforks missing from their flailing hands. Hell, the "crazies" are already living there and spewing hate if you ask me. And to think a mere 50 years ago the whites were screaming the same about blacks moving into their neighborhoods. I said it before and I'll say it again. In so many ways, we've made zero progress as a society.
Mayor, council, ignore the noise, please. Do what's right. It would appear that they're finally waking up to the reality that the current gentry (i.e. Community Boards) care about themselves, their cars, their parking, over the needs of the community they supposedly care so deeply about. And in a City where MOST people don't own cars or houses, and MOST people barely make rent, and MOST people would be better off with more density, we continue to play out this longstanding game, the one where we think we can keep the City as it is. Jane Jacobs was wrong in that regard. Her beloved Greenwich Village is a museum. A lovely museum, no doubt, but all her favorite parts have long since departed. That is, if she REALLY cared about social and economic diversity as much as she claimed. Think about it. Perhaps the single best thing protecting Manhattan's diversity are the giant housing projects built by Jane's arch-nemesis.
Roll over them if you must Mayor. The future of the City depends on you taking the long view, while landmarking and preserving where you can. That's why they call it City "Planning," not City "Preserving." Until we go socialist, it's the best you can do.
Sounds like the Mayor is finally beginning to fight back.
Sounds like our Bedford Armory is getting the sort of public-private development favored these days by public officials. Looks pretty sweet to me. The community center desired by the, community, seems to be alive and well in this plan. Interestingly, office space is included. My understanding is that office (i.e. WORKplace) space is in desperately low inventory. Could be that more jobs are moving to the neighborhood as well? This could be good for surrounding businesses. Cheers, Eric-Diana-Laurie-Jesse et al.
The Phat Albert building. Who hasn't dreamt of another use for the once bread-factory come five-and-dime? It's a terrific store, sure, but such a grand and historic building. Anyone with a penchant for bargains will tell you that Phat's gots the goods. It's frankly not much less a store than Target, though somehow Target has managed to project the image of high-end low-end retail. Someone should have an outsized bust in the marketing hall of fame for that one. When I was a kid in the midwest, Target and K-mart were both consider inferior to the century-old Sears. Holy Turn-a-rounds, Adman!
Albert Srour owns the building, and over the years many have pondered better uses - Trader Joe's, Beer Hall, even residential conversion. But now that Albert has turned over operations to son Jack (Phat Jax?) new uses are surely on the horizon. In the case of the second floor, that horizon is...in about a week. Because as general manager for the ready-to-roll BKLYN Commons Alex Guerra says "come and get 'em while they last." Cowork office spaces, with windows on 'em to create community and light and stuff, are available from not much to $2K or more per month. Or you can sit at one of the community tables for around $20 a day. Granted you could do that at a coffee shop, but c'mon, how much work do you REALLY get done there? Plus you have to buy coffee and lunch there anyway to make it seem like you care about the proprietor's cost of doing business. Here, you ARE the income, so pack your own lunch. Here's a couple pics from inside the newly decked out space:
It's got the tech hookups and all those doodads plus a conference room and pretty decent bathrooms. In other words, it's not a whole hell of a lot different than the Compound Cowork in the building next door; the facilities are different and may be better suited to certain needs. If you're interested here tis the Commons. But you know the Q is about more than shill and shillings.
So here's the dirt. It would appear that Jack is interested in "what's next" for his signature space - the Phat Alberts. Got an idea that ISN'T Trader Joe's? Hop on the comment bus down below, and take a look at these swell pics of the clocktower (from inside) and from the roof.
It may mean nothing, or everything. Think about it with me for a second, how the below George Bush mug from which I'm ironically drinking coffee in GOP country, down here in a nearly 100 year-old once legally segregated golf course engineered subdivision in North Carolina, how the meaning of the joke on the mug has changed just a bit.
|Even Cheney Seems Centrist These Days|
What does the golf course have to do with it? Popsy, Mrs. CFB's late father, was an old-school Southern man. He was a good man to his family, certainly deserving of respects paid at his death at the hands of the very crop that made so many down here rich, and at the same time, kept so many dirt poor. King Tobacco perfectly personifies the Carolina fight between good and evil, rich and poor, black and white (and Indian, I might add). Particularly because its real benefit to humans is less than zero, it's an odd crop to have grown so lucrative. It provides neither sustenance nor actual satisfaction, since the relaxing and calming effects are nothing more than killing the jones of a nic-fit. If you, like me, have played Russian Roulette with cigarettes, you-we all know perfectly well that there is no true pleasure to be derived from those first few puffs from a cigarette - you must learn to like then, or rather NEED them. From the beginning, the lungs scream WTF and the buzz is anything but calming, the taste severe, and the smoky smell impossible to hide. And worst of all, you don't even get drunk. You just get...smelly and anxious. The anxiety can be treated only by another, and another. Duke, duke, duke it out. You'll lose nearly every time, like the Washington Generals to the Harlem Globetrotters (r.i.p. Meadowlark Lemon).
Tobacco. Golf. Subdivisions. Grocery stores. That's what's been on my mind. This non-gated gated-seeming community of Hope Valley was one of America's first planned suburbs, with a nifty twist. The golf course was designed first, and you had to join the country club to purchase a plot of land. It's not like segregation needed any clever help back then; it was, after all, the law of the land. But the unique requirement of club ownership prior to buying a home was an extra-level of exclusivity, and allowed not only a chance to keep out blacks but pretty much ANY undesirable. Blacks might eventually get to buy houses in once-white neighborhoods, but they most certainly couldn't gain entry to golf. Surely Armageddon would come first. Or a Tiger named Woods. Still, it's not like the floodgates have opened. Tiger was no Jackie Robinson, or rather, golf had no colored league full of world-class players ready and willing to integrate. (Golf - what a trip. Folks actually want to golf right up to the gates of death, and probably beyond. Rumor is a yearly struggle for supremacy between hell and heaven's 18-hole courses ends in a Ryder Cup match between Good and Evil. The teams are fairly evenly matched, with Chi-Chi leading one team and Johnny Miller leading the other. Evil wins every time; Good suspects cheating, but has yet to prove it.)
The first families to buy in were true local gentry, their sons and son-in-laws, and doctors and men of high esteem from the local universities of Duke and Chapel Hill. At the time there were far fancier houses to be found, but the very fact that a car was required meant that Hope Valley possessed a certain hi-tech up-to-date upper-middle-class cache that even the Dukes themselves could only envy. Why? Because THIS Shangri-La came with built-in like-minded community - you know, friends. What with the newly built Methodist and Episcopal churches on-site, the Club pool-golf-tennis-bar-restaurant for-members and families only, a second-tier aristocracy was created that was soon the envy and the prototype for countless communities to follow. Interestingly it was about this time that President Coolidge codified much of what we now know as suburbanization through subdivision, creating a how-to manual for state and city planners. Developing a building was one thing; even a block. Now you could develop 100s of homes at once, and the White House provided you with the blueprints of how to do it.
This HV area is comprised of nearly 100% white folk. There are a couple of black hi-paid professionals. An Indian or Asian or two. Interestingly, and unlike their white counterparts, their profession is almost always noted along with their complexion. It's as if it were necessary to note that they're the "right kind" of colored folk. Two black sisters live together in a house here in Hope Valley; they moved from Brooklyn many years ago, and don't keep their landscaping quite as tidy as neighbors would like. There's some "Triangle People" here, referring to the Tech Industrial Park that lures white-collar engineers, plus the highly prestigious Duke Medical folks. By NYC standards, the houses aren't even THAT expensive. $600k, $700K for a typical 3-4 bedroom house built anywhere from the '30s to the '80s in any of many styles. That should give you an idea of just how crazy house prices have gotten in Brooklyn. For half the price of a modest brownstone you could live in one of the toniest sections of Durham. Actually, twice. But there's a catch. You'd have to live in...um, one of the toniest subdivisions of Durham, NC. And you might just shoot yourself from alienation. You could take out some fellow citizens at the same time, with one of those cheap AK-47s that are so damn easy to come by round here. How easy? Just see how many automatic weapons you could nab off this website out of Greensboro - hook up with one of these guys, bring a six-pack and rat-a-tat-tat to your heart's content. Seriously though, don't fret. You have to click "I Agree" to go on to the site, stating you'll adhere to all applicable laws. Phew! Thought for a minute any Tom, Dick or Lunatic could get themselves an automatic weapon!
Like so many cities, Durham is near-thoroughly segregated, and it's done with such ingenuity that the degree to its remarkable achievement probably escapes most longtime residents. By allowing in a few upscale blacks and introducing them to the benefits of privilege (at arms length mind you), whites can keep the miscegenation to a minimum while privately surmising it's never been about race anyway - decorum and civility need know no other virtues. Play by the rules, and you will be tolerated. Buy-in, live right, and you might just fit the bill and serve as a credit to your race, a mere 150 years since emancipation. (My, has it really taken THIS long to achieve such an unimpressive victory?)
Best of all, the fact of middle-class black neighborhoods add another level of smugness for the gentry. See, one can hear them say. Segregation is by choice, on both sides. Like really does prefer like. Churches prove it too. Sunday mornings remain shockingly segregated. Even while modeling Christ, we'd rather skip the diversity that's implied in the much ballyhooed Sermon on the Mount. Is what's happening some sort of Catch-22, where we don't want to mix til the playing field equals, but we can't equal the playing field til we spend quality time together? Granted it'll take more than a few friendly rounds of croquet to bring the races into harmony, but at least it's a start.
It's really quite phenomenal that we manage to look ourselves in the mirror and mutter nonsense like post-racial, integrated, liberal, non-racist, modern, progressive. All the while we're living in a country that's nearly as segregated as pre Brown v Board where it matters most - in our living rooms and Board rooms and in our schools and most tragically in our jails and morgues. Mean household wealth remains 10/1 white-black. Wealth passes molasses-slow from blacks generation over generation, while whites stand to transfer the largest pot of money from Boomers to X-ers in the history of mankind. It's staggering really, because as I've heard in story after story after story upon anecdote it's that intergenerational money that really makes the difference economically - inheritance, frequently inheritance of housing alone. And taking it a step further, just see how a single successful billionaire can sire dozens of future generations of shiftless and alienated wealth. It's shocking how few true self-made Americans there are. That is, Americans whose whiteness and American-ness goes back more than a few generations and who managed to not need a leg-up to stay up. Down here a couple Dukes spawned generations of unfathomable wealth. It didn't turn out so well for many of them in the happiness department but there it is.
Beyond the tumult of the '60s, the most radical and controversial court-mandated enemy of the Segregated Order was the massive social experiment of forced school integration, a/k/a busing. Mrs. CFB was bussed, and she fared well, even as Hope Valley residents generally opted out by sending their kids to private school rather than be forced to attend lesser, poorer, blacker schools. The reason for opting out was then, as it is now, was stated to be "performance" and "behavior." The black schools were considered less disciplined and poorer performing. At the elementary school level at least, the behavior piece was simply not true. Young kids being what they are, scuffles happened, but Southern society is generally polite and true truancy and delinquency were non-existent in the lower grades. The black schools were, it must be said, poorer performing. But that was part of the point. Not just racial and economic integration, but integration of expectations, parental involvement and even friendship and teamwork which, with a bit of help from quality teachers and administration, means better performance. Social progressives had big hopes, and though many whites left the cities or school systems as a result, poor schools DID in fact improve. The wealthier schools fared just fine. Though co-current was an enormous drop in per pupil funding. Many academics are now reassessing the effects of this massive and massively unpopular experiment. Busing, it turns out, was working as promised. But the damage to the social compact of segregation led to revolt at the polls. Blacks and whites HATED busing equally, and in a "democracy" that can last only so long. Jesse Helms and his organizational prowess at rousing the beast called social conservatism, aided by not just a bit of racial fear, helped pave the way for Ronald Reagan. Busing essentially ended just as it was starting to show real results. Whites had shown their true color by then. They hadn't the stomach for addressing the core of racial inequality, and frankly, as Mrs. CFB's mom recounts, black folks weren't exactly overwhelmingly welcoming. She felt horribly UNwelcome in the once all-black school that now was educating her own lily-white southern belles. But as I asked more questions, the story softened. As time went on, she confessed, it became easier and easier and eventually everyone bonded the way parents do. Not lifelong friendships perhaps; that was best left to the churches and clubs. But meaningful, constructive interaction was happening daily, and you know what? The kids turned out just fine. And considerably more culturally aware and empathetic. Stories like that are becoming rarer and rarer.
To my black friends and readers, I'll leave you with this. In my many visits to Hope Valley, Durham, NC, I've rarely heard blacks ridiculed, discredited, or insulted. In fact, I dare say African-Americans and black issues simply don't resonate much to wealthy white Southerners. The protests and anger and political agitation is not just misunderstood; it's hardly a blip on the radar. It just...doesn't come up, unless you force the conversation, and then comes the "don't stir the pot" under-the-table-pokes and shuffles and the wife's don't-go-there stare-stabs. There are so many convenient ways around the topic, subtle cues and innuendo, linguistic tricks and changes of subject. It's a vast conspiracy that doesn't need a leader or a written handbook. The meaning is clear, the goal obvious enough not to ever utter.
But there's a deeper level of racism happening that has me deeply concerned. I'm not even sure it's about blacks being "lesser than." Our president, and all the enormously successful and talented folks of color - they're proof of SOMEthing. (Especially the president. It is, after all, universally acknowledged to be the most important job in the world, by a longshot.) But what I'm sensing is that what really drives segregation is fear of losing wealth and privilege. Because on this side of privilege things are actually pretty fucked up. Lots of the children of privilege are lost, unproductive, depressed, unsure of themselves in a world that was handed to them. The history books and liberal teachers remind them that rape and pillage was their people's path to success. But even with a healthy dose of self-loathing and reality check, to allow the outsiders into the fold would mean exposing the rusty and crumbling apparatus and the very human people who control it. Money is passed quietly between family members and generations and spouses and misfits and junkies. Oh there are plenty of Captains of Industry of course, and dedicated professionals of every stripe. Some even take on the cause of social justice (though they still vacation handsomely). But there aren't nearly the number of hard working good guys and gals to match all the big houses and luxury cars. Entitlement in this country is not so much earned as granted, and many of us frankly don't feel worthy of the honor. But still we're unable to give it up. The great American Lie lies somewhere in the chasm between worth and self-worth and self-destruction and self-loathing. It's actually not a very pretty place, this is indulgent land of entitlement. It just beats the alternatives.
One final thought. What if the fact of the Obama presidency really DID have more of a psychological effect than any of us imagined? What if his election actually set in motion a restless anxiety among the self-loathing entitled, who've wonder if this were the beginning of the end of the gravy train? What if our deepest fears are that the day of reckoning may soon be at hand? That the truth will be not only discovered but acted upon, with vengeance. That Christ, for millions of rock-solid believers, will come again and shame American Whites for their miserly lack of courage and dearth of love and compassion? I dunno. Could happen.
Go to bed, Q. Something sinister is afoot, and that foot has prints. Time to follow wherever they may lead, and as Dr. Zaius said to Taylor "you may not like what you find." The Statue of Liberty, half covered in ocean. Not so far-fetched now, is it?
|East Durham Late Afternoon|
|Hope Valley Late Afternoon|
Why do we say "Happy New Year" anyway? It's as if it's a demand, or we've already decided. "Have a Happy New Year" sounds optimistic, but not overly assured. There's still a pretty good chance you'll have a shitty new year, but let's hope for the best, shall we? Anyhow, Happy New Year. I mean, why the hell not.
Setting aside the much ballyhooed controversies around residential development of the neighborhood, it's instructive to see just how much has happened on the commercial corridors. Both Rogers and Nostrand showed tremendous signs of vitality, with everything from pastries to coffee to wine to Mexican and pie and juice. But Flatbush Avenue is still main street to the Q, so I walked Empire down to Clarkson to take in some of the changes. Seen in one viewing it's quite remarkable how many options have popped up, with many exciting ventures on the way. The big question remains; how many of the long-running shops will be able to afford the high-price short-term leases being offered these days by the new landlords, or by old landlords who've woken to the new reality. After all, they ain't running charities. They're trying to make or save a buck like everyone else, and I do mean EVERYone else, not just the greedy landlords, I say after one-clicking on Amazon Prime and checking the thermostat and cranking up the boiler, then plugging in the HP Laptop and drinking seltzer from my Soda Stream wearing clothes that NEW cost nearly nothing. You probably get where I'm going with that, so I'll switch to the pics.
|Phat Albert Losing Weight|
|Wow. Talk About Location, Location, Location|
|New cafe, new Jim Mamary joint, and more cellular flim-flam ma'am|
|Love this Place and it's packed ALL the time|
|Next to new-standby Midwood Flats, here comes Shi Shi Sushi Shoppe Silver Rice|
|Great Pumpkin! Cinnamon Girl. And a few places that are likely to change soon.|
|Abdo on Parkside Is Still My Man For Computer Repairs, But Who Knows?|
|The Dominican place and D Avenue going through big changes.|
|One too many deli's I guess. Note - they dozen or so delis are almost all on the East Side of the Flabenue. Hmmm.|
|This joint and Zurilee add pizza pizazz|
And remember neither of the two new big residential buildings have opened yet - on Lincoln and 626 Flatbush. Which, as I'm sure you know, will be home to both Greenlight Bookstore and the Maple Street School's expansion, and more to come. Is the Tafari Cafe going to open to the public? The awesome pop-up shop this past month shows just what a terrific space Sandra's created. Let's hope so.
Ask around. This is by far the most changeover and new economic activity since, I dunno, probably the Korean War. Economies are delicate things, so who knows what the future holds? See you next year, same time, same URL.
Like any blowhard - sorry blogger - the Q loves to recap and reassess at the end of the annum. I'm told the Q is considered a guilty pleasure by some, as in "the blog you hate to love and love to hate." I pay the critics no mind. I have no advertisers, nor electorate to please. Even my wife stopped reading. But to those who've been bored and sick enough to lend your ear, I must note that I'm fully aware that I take a hard tone and cast a nasty line in order to catch a slug or two. It's intended as good fun, the old fashioned fork-tongued gadfly thing, the kind of muckraking thoroughly unprofessional ranting that aims to take no hostages and tell it like it is. Though throughout I hope to share my love for humans and the very real struggles of life in the modern age. I don't actually HATE anyone, and despite the tough talk, I wish no ill will on my fellows.
To further frustrate myself and others, I often take a firm position, then infuriate by changing my mind. This, I'm told, is what blogs are for - wanton infuriation, Bloviation, navel-gazing and jaundiced analysis, followed by introspection and contrition. And silliness. The hope is that every now and then I hit the mark, and it feels right enough that it sticks, and suddenly I can put into words that which used to baffle me. On issues of class and race my brain is constantly awhirl, as if I were a beginning Physics student staring at the world's most sophisticated theorem and wondering if it will ever make sense. So here we are. Another year, another waste of nearly 50,000 words.
Now to the recap. The best and worst of the neighborhood crowned at roughly the same time, like sinister fraternal twins. Two swell local guys opened Brooklyn Greenery and my colon rejoiced. Then, Veggie Castle, became an iHOP in a terrificly hideous piece of half-ass development on Church Avenue. The Q was preoccupied and disillusioned with fighting for smart planning and contextual zoning, while some had decided the City was to blame for everything and couldn't be trusted for so much as a building permit. Meanwhile, "she who cannot be named" and a few others made it nearly impossible to go forward with a reasonable approach to affordable housing and development by choice and design. The City had (and sadly HAS) nearly written us off as incorrigible and unreasonable. (Actually I think I'll merely rearrange the letters of our nemesis' name, like Lord Voldemort. So from here on out I'll refer to Alicia Boyd only as her anagram, Cadia B. Doily. It's all best summed up by Cadia's extraordinary attempt to:
Keep Empire Shitty
|Thank You Paul G. for this. Had I a car...|
The Q would never make light of a violent crime. His curiosity alarm went off though, when the NY Post noted the brands of cell phones snatched in an armed robbery down the Flabenue near Church. Read on:
Three gunmen robbed a Flatbush tax company over the weekend, police sources said. The robbers ordered two male employees and a female customer at Liberty Tax Service on Flatbush Avenue near Church Avenue to get on the floor just before 10 a.m. Saturday, according to police sources. The crooks took $475 and a Galaxy cellphone from one 40-year-old worker. The 43-year-old manager of the store was pistol-whipped in the head before the thieves also took his Galaxy cellphone and wallet. The customer, 21, handed her iPhone 6s to the thugs, who then fled, police sources said. No shots were fired and the manager refused medical attention.
Interestingly, the iPhone 6s was handed over voluntarily, while the Galaxy's (no model number) were taken forcefully. Does this mean there has been a wholesale change in the value of the company's products? Stock investors, take note.