There are senseless crimes and there is this. Four guys hanging out in Brooklyn early yesterday morning chopped down a tree so that they could steal the bike that was chained to it.
Ah, spring! When a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of licking his dominatrix's boots in McCarren Park. A videographer at Brooklyn's hippest park caught the lovebirds—and the nonreaction of their neighbors—and uploaded it to (what else?) the "Animals & Pets" section of YouTube. Obviously, we've got copious video evidence that the New York City subway system is the most fun in the entire country. But did you know that city parks are similarly, uh, stimulating? [via Runnin' Scared/Village Voice]
On his evening commute, a Manhattan cyclist spied a strange beast at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge. It had the scales of a fish, body of a serpent, head of a pit bull, and was the size of a large alligator. It was lying on a blue blanket, perhaps part of some strange ritual involving the can of Bud Light next to it. Unless these are the remains of a beer-swilling chupahipstera that died trying to reach Manhattan?
Thousands of people in Brooklyn will tell you how great Brooklyn used to be. I never took those people seriously. Until I heard how once, pot plants "as tall as Christmas trees," grew in "anonymous vacant lots" in Brooklyn.
As the huge (largest-ever in Brooklyn) and controversial Atlantic Yards development project, adjacent to some of Brooklyn's most bobo-filled enclaves, makes further progress, the level of hysteria rises and rises. The latest story has a group of Park Slope residents freaking out about a new bar opening in their neighborhood (in anticipation of arena crowds supposedly) that they fear will dare to play hip-hop music.
Taping in Rockefeller Center sure is dangerous, and not because of all the annoying tourists. Today while taping in the outdoor plaza, a crazy person hopped the barricade and lunged for hosts Meredith Vieira, Al Roker, and an android known as the Willie Geist 3000. Don't worry, no weathermen were injured in the making of this film.
The New York Times Travel section has an article this weekend that has the ring of a Brian Williams parody, but does, in some bizarre way, appear to be real. Basically the paper sent free-associative word mangler (and chief food critic) Sam Sifton across the East River to file a "36 Hours In..." column about Brooklyn. You know, Brooklyn? The borough?
Watch out if you plan on filing a race discrimination complaint against FDNY — you just might find a noose hanging in your locker. At least that's what Gregory Seabrook, a communications electrician for the department, says happened to him last Thursday.
[The streets in Brooklyn were clear today for these women to walk their dogs in the road. More pictures of post-snowfall frolicking inside. Image via Getty]
