A stray cat hangs out in the lot that might unfortunately become the prohibitively-expensive Whole Foods near the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn.
Speaking of being eco-friendly, Jenn and I made it out to the monthly Brooklyn Critical Mass, at Grand Army Plaza on Friday. It was decidedly higher profile than normal, with the widely-publicized police brutality at last Friday’s Manhattan ride. The entire, enjoyable 2.5 hour police-escorted cruise through Park Slope, Dumbo, Fort Greene, Clinton Hill, Bed Stuy, Bushwick, and some other remote neighborhoods went successfully, without tickets or much police harassment. The vast majority of onlookers cheered and waves, though a handful of drivers and pedestrians shouted some funny things: “I thought the Olympics was in China! Yall is the Special Olympics!” and, “Are you the Bike Squad?”, “There goes the Gay Marathon!” plus, “Communist bastards!” Haha, near a bar, some guy walked out with his beer and asked “What are you riding for?” and someone responded “Yes! What are you drinking for?” We met a few nice fellow cyclists, including some people active with TimesUp and a Dyker Heights guy on a black and white Langster named Mike (who reminded us of a younger and slightly more Brooklyn Mike Morarian). Great fun, check it out next month.
• This past Tuesday I made it out to a small group ride for some training laps at Prospect Park. Henri, Lewis, and (damn, drawing a blank now on the other name), were super nice, and very fast. I’ve got a little ways to go before I can power through that many laps at a decent clip again.
• Speaking of keeping active, in very unfortunate news, my super-active British uncle, Peter, died unexpectedly the other week. He was a well-respected physician and marathon runner based out of Richmond, Virgina. He’ll be missed.
Under-appreciated South Slope, Brooklyn.
• So as of August 1, I officially became a Brooklyn resident. I’m living out of a suitcase on 9th street in Park Slope until I move into South Slope (on 23rd St) on September 1st. But no, to get “BROOKLYN” on one’s knuckles is certainly more than a little preemptive. Though, I did get this on my left arm a little over a month ago (though it’s a homage to a small place in South Carolina, not the NYC area):
Carroll Gardens side of the Gowanus Canal.
• The new Five Guys Burgers & Fries on 7th Ave in Park Slope does cook great burgers. The normal ones are double patties, and the smalls are single patties. Their interior space and identity do seem to be a laziness-driven cop-out, but the food is certainly worth checking out once or twice a month (though, go easy on the arteries).
• Last night Jenn and I caught I’ll Come Running (2008) as part of the Rooftop Films series over at the American Can Factory on 3rd Street. The passion-into-freak-accident plot reminded me a lot of the poorly-named Japanese Story (2003). A 2-person band called “Bell” opened for the film, and drew upon Bjork inspiration to layer vocals, keyboard, and electronic drums, sounding like a cuter and decidedly less catchy version of Cassettes Won’t Listen.
• Thanks to Jason & Kirby for throwing a good, old-fashioned cookout in the backyard of their 8th Street apartment, in the heart of the Park Slope brownstones. Filled with many of their triathlon friends and coworkers.
Remnants of an alleyway pool party in the Lower while I was moving out.