construction on st. mark's btwn vanderbilt and underhill

Similar topic - anyone know how big of a structure they're building on Pacific btwn Vandy/Underhill? WHat was the empty lot next to the church's garden, behind the Dean St firehouse?

Subject: Re: phew!

too big for the sink wrote: 8 units sounds much more reasonable than 8 stories. i'm sure you're right. getting info about what's going on on the block is like playing telephone...

If you go to the DOB website it would give you that info.

http://a810-bisweb.nyc.gov/bisweb/bsqpm01.jsp

They tore down Phil's house, i remembered climbing that tree in the summer and staying up there for an hour staring at the hipster plebes and the knowledge that all of us are making our neighborhood into a amusement park for the wealthy, for the franchise bars that most of them are on Vandy, but then again they won't tell you! They are just trying to make a killing from all of our sad, pathetic, imbecilic lying two timing whores that we are! And then we can bitch about it on this blog and yet go to the open house to see if that is the dream apartment that we all want. Ratner is evil and yet we all patronize the avenue, unwillingly we are giving them the excuse and money to drive us out, we have the drinks, the burgers, the slaads, the coffe's, the health food stores, the high end drinks, the Pizza's, the burlesque and drama ,in the end they won't give a shit if in a year or two you won't be able to afford to live here and disappear because more losers will show up, more losers that have the money will give them what they want ,Money in their pockets and the owners and partners will go home happy that at the end of the week their numbers have gone up and the Brookly Nets are in The World series so they will come to take your spot and you won't be missed because its all a sham! Get drunk and give me your money tonight and tomorrow and someone else will price you out!

tough luck Motherfucker!

Bukowki has said it better in the best fucking Poem ever about our future!
Born Into This
born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as the elevators break
as political landscapes dissolve
as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
as the sun is masked

we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this
muted because of this
castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this
fooled by this
used by this
pissed on by this
made crazy and sick by this
made violent
made inhuman
by this

the heart is blackened
the fingers reach for the throat
the gun
the knife
the bomb
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder

we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
we are born into a government 60 years in debt
that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
and the banks will burn
money will be useless
there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated robot men will stalk each other
the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground

the sun will not be seen and it will always be night
trees will die
all vegetation will die
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the sea will be poisoned
the lakes and rivers will vanish
rain will be the new gold

the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
the petering out of supplies
the natural effect of general decay

and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that.

the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter.