Posts tagged Brokelyn
Just because Mitt Romney can’t drink doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. This fully playable game will keep you engaged and give you something to do besides scoffing out loud.
Brooklyn’s 8-year-old DJ Kai Song rocks your party (until his bedtime). And he knows Skrillex.
Spotted in a Williamsburg crosswalk this morning. 11 years later, let’s never take being a New Yorker for granted.
Sign of the day, via Roberta’s. You laugh, but they’re locally-sourced napkins.
Drunk Skeletor says: "These are the 18 best dive bars in Brooklyn"
A dive bar is a place that should have cheap beer, yes, but also decent service and some sense of being permanently etched into the landscape. If it’s baffling or intimidating to newcomers, all the better. If you walk into a bar, sit down with your beer and are suddenly being lectured on the terrible decision the Rangers made to trade for goddamn Phil Esposito 40 years ago, you know you’re in the right place. Or at least I know I am. A dive bar, more than any other kind of bar, is a place that acts as a bulwark against a world that is more often completely shitty than anything else.
Read the whole list here.
About last night.
WORD NERD FIGHT CLUB!!
So I want to talk for a second about what happened last night at the Vol 1. Brooklyn reading at CultureFix, and the fight that ensued, an act shocking at the very least because we are all such sedentary creatures, we book people.
So CultureFix, a bar/gallery space I have never been to before and…
All hail the Cheapest Generation
Economic recovery is based on how many things we buy, big things too, like DVD box sets and cars and houses and second cars. And here we sit, us generation Y or millennials or whatever, shaking our heads and asking “who the hell cares?” We are, as The Atlantic dubs us in this September article posted today, The Cheapest Generation, those of us wandering through urban areas, whose Zip Car spacephone apps are more important than owning a car, those of us for whom the dream of home ownership seems about as attractive as owning a diabetic elephant, who have, essentially, given up on the idea of “stuff.” And, according to The Atlantic, that means our country’s economy is boned. But that also means our generation is going to be just fine in the long run, and that should be OK with you.
Read the rest in today’s Brokelyn.
Via WNYC:
It’s a documented fact that in 1942, radio stations, newspapers and magazines maligned the borough of Brooklyn no less than 2,623 times. And that’s not even counting movies. Fugheddaboudit!
According to Brooklynite Sidney Ascher, this marked a significant decrease from the 6,457 times it was maligned in 1941, which also happens to be the year he founded “The Society for the Prevention of Disparaging Remarks About Brooklyn.”
Prominent members included writers Damon Runyon and Walter Winchell, Borough President John Cashmore, U.S. President Harry Truman, General Dwight D. Eisenhower, at least 10 members of Congress, hundreds of soldiers and sailors, and Betty Smith, author of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.
And they didn’t even know about mayonnaise shops yet.
Some helpful signs we wouldn’t mind seeing around town.
Shop at local establishments.
Brokeland is becoming a real place, and it’s not this coffee shop or yoga studio. It’s in … Oakland.
