grand & union, williamsburg
somewhere near chinatown?
you PAY.
my roomate went to jersey the other week to buy girl scout cookies.
williamsburg bride, brooklyn bound
williamsburg bridge, facing manhattan, feat. east river
Friday, April 15, 2011
pictures
grand & union, williamsburg
somewhere near chinatown?
you PAY.
my roomate went to jersey the other week to buy girl scout cookies.
williamsburg bride, brooklyn bound
williamsburg bridge, facing manhattan, feat. east river
Saturday, April 2, 2011
bicycle
meet the shwinn.
after weeks of scouring craigslist like a meth-head taking the teflon off a frying pan with a paper towel, i found this baby for $130.
that's pretty good. i was happy. a monthly subway card is $100, and i live close enough to manhattan to cycle everywhere.
in that one week, i saw more of new york city than i did in the 2 months that i've been living here. i went to the west village to get mussels, the lower east side to get the wine. the midtown to get the bread. back over the williamsburg bridge, and i'm home.
and after a journey like that, who wants to carry their bike upstairs to their apartment?
it'll be fine! i shall chain it up outside the building. a perfect parking spot, too! a rarity on my street. i carefully wrapped the chain around the frame, wheel and post. man, this chain and padlock weighs a good couple of kilos/double that in pounds.
the next afternoon i wake up. then i have a nap and wake up in the evening, only to discover the pole is still firmly cemented into the ground, but the schwinn is gone.
vanished into densely polluted air.
someone stole it. how? i have no idea. i don't want the bike back (i bought another one today that is better and it was $10 cheaper) i just want to know HOW they got the lock off.
there are bikes that have been chained up on my block since god created the heavens and the earth, but they're still sitting there. i had to look 4 or 5 times, to make sure i didn't chain it up somewhere else. but no.
gone.
i did some quick calculations. if every citizen in new york bought a bicycle, and every citizen had their $130 bike stolen every week, and each bought a new bike weekly, at just over 8 million people who live here, that equates to a black market economy of:
i was so irate that i called the nypd.
it all looks very impressive, doesn't it... new yorks finest? will i really have the finest detective minds working on the case? will dep. inspector kemper hear about my loss? will there be an episode of law and order dedicated to the theft of my scwhinn? i had a few options. walk to the police station, 3 blocks from my house and tell them about it in person, or call them.
fuck walking.
i call. the response? call 911.
call 911 over a stolen bicycle?
'yeeah, kawll 911.'
i call 911 and a group of officers are dispatched. over a stolen bicycle.
no more than 5 minutes passes, and the police have arrived at my house to make a statement about the bike.
here it is in all its glory. complete with the wrong address & lacking a report number.
pent larceny?
god bless america.
that's pretty good. i was happy. a monthly subway card is $100, and i live close enough to manhattan to cycle everywhere.
in that one week, i saw more of new york city than i did in the 2 months that i've been living here. i went to the west village to get mussels, the lower east side to get the wine. the midtown to get the bread. back over the williamsburg bridge, and i'm home.
and after a journey like that, who wants to carry their bike upstairs to their apartment?
it'll be fine! i shall chain it up outside the building. a perfect parking spot, too! a rarity on my street. i carefully wrapped the chain around the frame, wheel and post. man, this chain and padlock weighs a good couple of kilos/double that in pounds.
the next afternoon i wake up. then i have a nap and wake up in the evening, only to discover the pole is still firmly cemented into the ground, but the schwinn is gone.
vanished into densely polluted air.
someone stole it. how? i have no idea. i don't want the bike back (i bought another one today that is better and it was $10 cheaper) i just want to know HOW they got the lock off.
there are bikes that have been chained up on my block since god created the heavens and the earth, but they're still sitting there. i had to look 4 or 5 times, to make sure i didn't chain it up somewhere else. but no.
gone.
i did some quick calculations. if every citizen in new york bought a bicycle, and every citizen had their $130 bike stolen every week, and each bought a new bike weekly, at just over 8 million people who live here, that equates to a black market economy of:
$4 135 959 280
i was so irate that i called the nypd.
Deputy Inspector Michael M. Kemper
Crime Statistics
211 Union Avenue, Brooklyn, NY, 11211
(718) 963-5311
The 90th Precinct is located in northern Brooklyn in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. It is primarily a residential and commercial area consisting of factories, warehouses, one and two family private homes as well as numerous apartment buildings. The five primary commercial strips are Graham Avenue, Grand Street, Lee Avenue, Havemeyer Street and Broadway.
Crime Statistics
211 Union Avenue, Brooklyn, NY, 11211
(718) 963-5311
The 90th Precinct is located in northern Brooklyn in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. It is primarily a residential and commercial area consisting of factories, warehouses, one and two family private homes as well as numerous apartment buildings. The five primary commercial strips are Graham Avenue, Grand Street, Lee Avenue, Havemeyer Street and Broadway.
it all looks very impressive, doesn't it... new yorks finest? will i really have the finest detective minds working on the case? will dep. inspector kemper hear about my loss? will there be an episode of law and order dedicated to the theft of my scwhinn? i had a few options. walk to the police station, 3 blocks from my house and tell them about it in person, or call them.
fuck walking.
i call. the response? call 911.
call 911 over a stolen bicycle?
'yeeah, kawll 911.'
i call 911 and a group of officers are dispatched. over a stolen bicycle.
no more than 5 minutes passes, and the police have arrived at my house to make a statement about the bike.
here it is in all its glory. complete with the wrong address & lacking a report number.
pent larceny?
god bless america.
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