“I have no patience for contemporary handlebar mustaches. They anger me. They look indulgent and ridiculous. If you have a handlebar mustache, that is pretty much all you are. You are a delivery system for a handlebar mustache. I saw a guy in Brooklyn once with a handlebar mustache, pierced ears, a fedora hat and jodhpurs. He was a collage of sartorial attempts at evading himself.”

— Marc Maron

Remember the 80s, when the Beastie Boys seemed like raunchy, ill-mannered degenerates capable of starting riots? Well, now a playground in Brooklyn Heights is about to be re-named after the late Beastie, Adam “MCA” Yauch.

City officials and members of the legendary hip-hop band are expected to gather Friday at Palmetto Playground on State Street for a ceremonial renaming in honor of the Brooklyn Heights native, sources said. The site will be called “Adam Yauch Playground.”
Yauch died from throat cancer a year ago this Saturday at the age of 47, only weeks after the Beastie Boys were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. [NYP]
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Remember the 80s, when the Beastie Boys seemed like raunchy, ill-mannered degenerates capable of starting riots? Well, now a playground in Brooklyn Heights is about to be re-named after the late Beastie, Adam “MCA” Yauch.

City officials and members of the legendary hip-hop band are expected to gather Friday at Palmetto Playground on State Street for a ceremonial renaming in honor of the Brooklyn Heights native, sources said. The site will be called “Adam Yauch Playground.”
Yauch died from throat cancer a year ago this Saturday at the age of 47, only weeks after the Beastie Boys were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. [NYP]
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Remember the 80s, when the Beastie Boys seemed like raunchy, ill-mannered degenerates capable of starting riots? Well, now a playground in Brooklyn Heights is about to be re-named after the late Beastie, Adam “MCA” Yauch.

City officials and members of the legendary hip-hop band are expected to gather Friday at Palmetto Playground on State Street for a ceremonial renaming in honor of the Brooklyn Heights native, sources said. The site will be called “Adam Yauch Playground.”
Yauch died from throat cancer a year ago this Saturday at the age of 47, only weeks after the Beastie Boys were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. [NYP]
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Remember the 80s, when the Beastie Boys seemed like raunchy, ill-mannered degenerates capable of starting riots? Well, now a playground in Brooklyn Heights is about to be re-named after the late Beastie, Adam “MCA” Yauch.

City officials and members of the legendary hip-hop band are expected to gather Friday at Palmetto Playground on State Street for a ceremonial renaming in honor of the Brooklyn Heights native, sources said. The site will be called “Adam Yauch Playground.”

Yauch died from throat cancer a year ago this Saturday at the age of 47, only weeks after the Beastie Boys were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. [NYP]

“A certain game of ball.” A twenty-something Walt Whitman writes of a new activity, in 1846…

laphamsquarterly:

In our sundown perambulations of late through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngsters playing “base,” a certain game of ball. We wish such sights were more common among us. In the practice of athletic and manly sports, the young men of nearly all our American cities are very deficient—perhaps more so than those of any other country that could be mentioned. Clerks are shut up from early morning till nine or ten o’clock at night—apprentices, after their days’ works, either go to bed or lounge about in places where they benefit neither body nor mind—and all classes seem to act as though there were no commendable objects of pursuit in the world except making money and tenaciously sticking to one’s trade or occupation. Now, as the fault is so generally of this kind, we can do little harm in hinting to people that, after all, there may be no necessity for such a drudge system among men. Let us enjoy life a little. Has God made this beautiful earth—the sun to shine—all the sweet influences of nature to operate and planted in man a wish for their delights—and all for nothing? Let us leave our close rooms and the dust and corruption of stagnant places, and taste some of the good things Providence has scattered around so liberally.

Walt Whitman, from the Sports and Games issue of Lapham’s Quarterly.

Jewish politician does blackface, gets into trouble.

Dov Hikind, a state assemblyman from Brooklyn, was celebrating the Jewish festival of Purim, and decided to wear an afro, sunglasses and orange jersey to a party he was throwing. Oh, and dark makeup.

“Someone gave me a uniform, someone gave me the hair of the actual, you know, sort of a black basketball player.”

Hikind is now catching heat from other New York politicos but says the reaction is overblown and that it was all in “good fun.”

“This is political correctness to the absurd,” he wrote on his blog, even going so far as to say, “I would do it again in a minute.”

Great sign from the 1940s/50s — I snapped it from the F train in Brooklyn. Not-so-great product, though. Think lung cancer, asbestosis and mesothelioma:

Cases of sickness and death related to the flooring materials produced by Kentile began to surface, and the company was hit with a large number of personal injury lawsuit claims. Expenses from these claims grew so rapidly that by 1992 the company had declared bankruptcy.

More on Kentile Floors from the Municipal Art Society.
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Great sign from the 1940s/50s — I snapped it from the F train in Brooklyn. Not-so-great product, though. Think lung cancer, asbestosis and mesothelioma:

Cases of sickness and death related to the flooring materials produced by Kentile began to surface, and the company was hit with a large number of personal injury lawsuit claims. Expenses from these claims grew so rapidly that by 1992 the company had declared bankruptcy.

More on Kentile Floors from the Municipal Art Society.

The dramatically dilapidated Loew’s Kings Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.
The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.
It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.
The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.
As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.
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The dramatically dilapidated Loew’s Kings Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.
The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.
It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.
The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.
As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.
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The dramatically dilapidated Loew’s Kings Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.
The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.
It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.
The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.
As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.
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The dramatically dilapidated Loew’s Kings Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.
The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.
It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.
The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.
As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.
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The dramatically dilapidated Loew’s Kings Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.

The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.

It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.

The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.

As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.

Brooklyn-ite and Satmar Hasidic Jew Nechemya Weberman was sentenced to 103 years in prison today, for sexually abusing a girl who came to him for therapy. 
But ask any of his neighbors about the sentence and you’re unlikely to hear anyone voice criticism of Weberman.
I asked dozens of people on the streets of Williamsburg how they felt, and the vast majority declined to speak. Was it the Arctic cold? That probably played a part.
But most of them seemed more repelled by the subject matter. As one Hasidic source told me, over the phone: the issue is so toxic in the community that nobody wants to go public, whether they support Weberman or think he’s guilty. There’s also a sense, he said, that the media implicated not just the accuser, but the entire community.
The few people who did grant me interviews voiced support for Weberman, and suggested his accuser — who’s now 18 — was a badly-behaved girl who couldn’t be trusted.
One man, a 48-year-old factory manager named Reuven (no one gave me their last name either), said Weberman was the victim of a “revenge” plot.
Reuven said “everybody is hoping” the revenge argument would come out in the open during the appeals process.
Another man, Charlie, argued that the whole case was politically motivated — a way for Brooklyn D.A. Charles Hynes to prove his tough-on-crime credentials. Weberman, in Charlie’s view, was simply a scapegoat.
But the judge ruled in favor of the accuser, who said she had been abused from age 12 to 15. 
One Satmar resident, a woman named Rifki who runs a glove store, told me she was Weberman’s niece. She thinks he’ll ultimately be cleared.
“One nice day, he will show us that’s he going to come out of the jail and everybody’s going to see that he wasn’t guilty,” said Rifki. “He was clean of anything that was put onto him.”
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Brooklyn-ite and Satmar Hasidic Jew Nechemya Weberman was sentenced to 103 years in prison today, for sexually abusing a girl who came to him for therapy. 

But ask any of his neighbors about the sentence and you’re unlikely to hear anyone voice criticism of Weberman.

I asked dozens of people on the streets of Williamsburg how they felt, and the vast majority declined to speak. Was it the Arctic cold? That probably played a part.

But most of them seemed more repelled by the subject matter. As one Hasidic source told me, over the phone: the issue is so toxic in the community that nobody wants to go public, whether they support Weberman or think he’s guilty. There’s also a sense, he said, that the media implicated not just the accuser, but the entire community.

The few people who did grant me interviews voiced support for Weberman, and suggested his accuser — who’s now 18 — was a badly-behaved girl who couldn’t be trusted.

One man, a 48-year-old factory manager named Reuven (no one gave me their last name either), said Weberman was the victim of a “revenge” plot.

Reuven said “everybody is hoping” the revenge argument would come out in the open during the appeals process.

Another man, Charlie, argued that the whole case was politically motivated — a way for Brooklyn D.A. Charles Hynes to prove his tough-on-crime credentials. Weberman, in Charlie’s view, was simply a scapegoat.

But the judge ruled in favor of the accuser, who said she had been abused from age 12 to 15.

One Satmar resident, a woman named Rifki who runs a glove store, told me she was Weberman’s niece. She thinks he’ll ultimately be cleared.

“One nice day, he will show us that’s he going to come out of the jail and everybody’s going to see that he wasn’t guilty,” said Rifki. “He was clean of anything that was put onto him.”

Brooklyn wins, yet again.
Six out of every 10 people who buy Edwin Class’s I❤NY subway maps buy the one that says “Brooklyn” inside the big red heart. About three of every 10, he figured, buy the general, non-borough-specific map. And the rest is divvied up between Queens and the Bronx. Once in a very long, long while, someone asks him for a Staten Island edition.
—Union Square station
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Brooklyn wins, yet again.

Six out of every 10 people who buy Edwin Class’s I❤NY subway maps buy the one that says “Brooklyn” inside the big red heart. About three of every 10, he figured, buy the general, non-borough-specific map. And the rest is divvied up between Queens and the Bronx. Once in a very long, long while, someone asks him for a Staten Island edition.

—Union Square station

Changes in Kings County Real Estate prices from 2004 to 2012, ie., Gentrification in Brooklyn

Courtesy of Property Shark, we have this handy interactive map of Brooklyn real estate values — specifically, how much more expensive neighborhoods have become over the last 8 years. At the top end:

  • Williamsburg is up 174%
  • Fort Greene, Gowanus and Prospect Leffert Gardens are all in the 50-plus % range.
  • Greenpoint up by 47%

All the gentrification hype of the last decade shouldn’t obscure the fact that some parts of Brooklyn have declined in real estate values. Namely:

  • Cypress Hills, down 30%
  • Brownsville, down 12%
  • East Flatbush, down 22%
  • Fort Hamilton, down 19%

If you compare the swathes of pink/red to the big patches of grey, it’s hard not to come away with the sense that most of Brooklyn is just creeping along.

Visit Property Shark’s original map to zoom in on neighborhoods.

Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
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Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
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Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
Zoom Info
Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
Zoom Info
Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
Zoom Info
Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
Zoom Info
Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.
“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”
So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa. 
That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.
Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”
If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent. 
So, why does he do it?
“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.” 
Listen to my WNYC radio story here.
Zoom Info

Alex Roshuk looks as much like the Santa Claus of your mind as any man possibly could. He’s a big, burly guy with a big, fluffy white beard, and regardless of what he’s wearing, people approach him on the street, struck by the resemblance.

“You got the long beard, you’re a jolly, older guy, they think ‘He’s Santa Claus!’” he told me. “Or ‘He looks like Santa Claus! Why would he look like that if he wasn’t Santa Claus!?’”

So a few years ago, he decided to stop just looking like Santa, and to start BEING Santa.

That brings out all sorts of reactions from New Yorkers. Some people are thrilled to find him on a bench in Park Slope, where he occasionally just sits in his Santa suit. One woman cackled as she confessed that she’d been naughty and badly wanted to sit on his lap. And some people, especially the parents of little kids who rush to him, find it all a little creepy.

Alex understands the protectiveness, but says, “Parents are just afraid of anything that’s not within their very tightly-tuned idea of reality.”

If, perhaps, he injected a bit of irony into his routine, people would wave it off as a harmless hipster thing. But he doesn’t, and that makes it all the more mysterious, and potent.

So, why does he do it?

“I could give you the cliche answer: ‘I do it for the children.’ I do it because… because I can.  Yeah. I don’t have to be in the Actors Union and I can still have the joy of an Academy performance.”

Listen to my WNYC radio story here.

wnyc:

braiker:

Watch this video we put together. Went to a Brooklyn block party and grilled kids on what they know about the election. Kids are rad. 

No cigarette-ing 2012. —A.P. 

This is hilarious.

“If you were to look into the camera and pretend you were talking to the American people, what would you say?”

“Hello? I come in peace?”

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