Archive for February, 2010

Fed Ex Truck Crashes on Willow St.

By , 2 February, 2010, No Comment

Photo from Brooklyn Eagle

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A scary incident over in Brooklyn Heights late yesterday afternoon. A Fed Ex truck veered off the road, jumped the sidewalk and hit a dumpster in front of 128 Willow Street according to the Brooklyn Eagle. The worst part? A pedestrian was injured in the process and taken to LICH.

Crayon-a-Thon at ArtsCetera

By , 1 February, 2010, No Comment

Crayon-a-Thon details here. ArtsCetera, 212 Smith St. between Butler and Baltic. Family friendly time in 1-hour blocks from 11 AM to 6 PM; adult crayon party from 8 PM to midnight.

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Crayon-a-Thon at ArtsCetera

By , 1 February, 2010, No Comment

Crayon-a-Thon details here. ArtsCetera, 212 Smith St. between Butler and Baltic. Family friendly time in 1-hour blocks from noon to 6 pm; adult crayon party from 8 PM to midnight.

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Crayon-A-Thon at ArtsCetera

By , 1 February, 2010, No Comment

Crayon-a-Thon details here. ArtsCetera, 212 Smith St. between Butler and Baltic. Open house 3 to 5 PM; cocktail party for grownups 6:30 to 8:30 PM

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Stay Inside the Lines (or Don’t)

By , 1 February, 2010, No Comment

On February 12, 13 and 14, ArtsCetera (212 Smith St., between Butler and Baltic) will host Crayon-a-Thon Two, a three-day celebration of crayons and the people who like using them. “The studio will be draped in giant rolls of paper, creating a total art environment for you to color. It’s a self-directed, giant collaborative art project, and as our paper is filled, it will be rolled up to allow for the next group of colorists.”

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On Friday there’s an open house from 3 to 5 PM and a cocktail party for grownups from 6:30 to 8:30 PM. Saturday and Sunday will feature family-friendly afternoon sessions and adults-only evening sessions. Reservations are recommended and space is limited — get the details and book your spot at the Crayon-a-Thon page at ArtsCetera.

Brooklyn Heart Montreal

By , 1 February, 2010, 1 Comment

Smoked Meat Sandwich at Mile EndThe ultra-hyped Montreal-style deli, Mile End in Boerum Hill opened last week and was so popular, it had to close today to catch up.
The store was being shuttered early over the weekend because of meat shortages and owner Noah Bernamoff, a Brooklyn Law School student, has suggested checking the Twitter feed for updates if you’re planning on stopping by.

A View From the Cort Theater

By , 1 February, 2010, No Comment

The husband and I hit the town Friday night to see A View from the Bridge at the Cort Theater–and apart from the heavy duty accents, which were a bit distracting, it was a riveting performance.
If you haven’t heard yet, the two leads are Liev Schreiber and Scarlett Johansson and though many people I speak with have a love/hate relationship with actress, I can assure you–she’s excellent. And really tiny too. Bitch. Anyhoo, it’s especially interesting to anyone who lives here because the play is set in Red Hook and you’ll appreciate the name-dropping of streets in the hood.
Before I went, I read an interesting story in the Wall Street Journal about how Arthur Miller was able to connect so well with this foreign material. Living in Brooklyn Heights in the late 40s, he befriended an attorney who had connections to the longshoremen of Red Hook. The story of A View from the Bridge was passed on by this lawyer, by the name of Vincent “Jim” Longhi, who became the narrator (akin to a Greek Chorus really) of the play. To help with his characters and sense of place, he also brought Miller to Columbia Street to watch the Italian immigrants line up for work.
The story of a husband who falls in love with his niece, eventually calls Immigration on her fiancee and is killed in retaliation is told with a subtle hand you might not expect from the operatic plot. And best of all, you get a feeling of what Red Hook must have been like–before Fairway and Ikea loomed over the water. Though I dare say there’s plenty of the old neighborhood left for those who look carefully.