The view on Sunday.
The view in a few weeks.
Many of you may know that Brooklyn Skeptic absolutely worships fresh, locally grown, organic produce delivered right into our neighborhoods by a nearby CSA. In fact, I wrote a fuckload about it last year.
If you, too, want to be overcome with ridiculous emotions about vegetables and dirt and stuff, now is the time to sign up for your neighborhood CSA. You have to sign up before the season starts in order to secure your share, so the farmer knows exactly how many tasty beets and sandy spinaches and twisty garlic scapes to grow. So get on it, bitches!
Just Food, an organization that supports sustainable food systems in NYC, has a handy list of all New York City CSAs, arranged by borough and then by neighborhood.
And good news to Bushwickers! Even though you live in a crap-hole, you can now become part of a CSA too! Make the Road NY started a Bushwick CSA. If you want to join, email csa.bushwick[at]gmail.com.
These are purple potatoes I got in my CSA share last summer. Can you believe that?
Posted in brooklyn, tagged and Jeff Barnett-Winsby, Brad Troemel, Chief Magazine, Jaimie Warren, Maxim Ryazansky, Photography, Santiago Mostyn, Spring Showcase, The Arm, Williamsburg on April 28, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Our friends at Chief Magazine wanted to share this event with the highly esteemed readers of Brooklyn Skeptic, obvious taste-makers for the borough.
ChiefMag.com enthusiastically presents Best and Brightest: The Chief Spring Showcase, a group exhibition of five talented and accomplished photographers ripped from the interview catalogue of ChiefMag.com. To kick off this seasonal showcase series, Chief is exhibiting work by photographers Jaimie Warren, Santiago Mostyn, Maxim Ryazansky, Brad Troemel, and Jeff Barnett-Winsby.
Opening Reception! Open bar!
Fresh jams from DJ Rev McFly and DJ Teenwolf
Friday, May 2
7:00 – 11:00 PM
281 North 7th Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
This past Sunday, ImaginaryDomain and I attended the Rolls Royce of New York-based Springtime craft fairs: Bust Magazine‘s Spring Fling Craftacular. Packed like bobbins into the Warsaw, crafty types hawked their wares to young Brooklyn women.
Bust throws these Craftaculars every year in December, at which I generally tend to stock up on pirate stationary and song-bird ornaments. The first year I went, the fair was larger, but still at Warsaw, with vendors filling up every available corner of the venue. The fair last weekend was smaller, leaving the side rooms as a space for breathing, and later for a Prom-themed dance. I didn’t go to that because I can only handle exactly one hipster “Prom” in my entire life (I’m looking at you, Union Pool).
I missed the 2007 Winter Craftacular because, in a total rookie move, I went to the venue’s address in Brooklyn, rather than in Manhattan, where the event was actually taking place. Yes, I’m dumb. Whatever.
Having made it to the fair this time around, I was totally pleased. Upon arrival, I was showered with free swag, cheap drinks, and even cheaper pierogies. And as always, the craft vendors lived up to the most stringent twee standards. My favorite this time around was Brookadelphia, purveyors of really neat acrylic jewelry. I got a BKLYN necklace (duh). Check out their website to see (or buy) more of their pieces. I’m partial to the typography and the antlers.
Brookadelphia: Totally badass.
So, in conclusion, Bust craft fairs always rule, although they are sneaky and switch boroughs all the time. And seriously, boys who like adorable DIY girls should really check this shit out. There were like four men there, one of whom was my boyfriend. Thus, it is the perfect place to meet people with whom you may get your crafty freak on. Unless you’re a straight girl…in which case you may enjoy an alarming variety of twee merchandise to satisfy your estrogen-fueled cravings.
Posted in brooklyn, tagged 88 Minutes, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Forbidden Kingdom, The Life Before Her Eyes, Weekend at the Movies, Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden, Zombie Strippers on April 18, 2008| Leave a Comment »
The Forbidden Kingdom:
The Plot: Some time traveling kid winds up in ancient China and has to fight an evil king with the help of Jackie Chan and Jet Li.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: No. Putting actors like this together always seems a little forced, like when Pacino and Deniro starred in Heat (and the upcoming Righteous Kill). Just because the two of them are action stars doesn’t mean they’ll play well off each other. Van Damme and Dolph Lundgren weren’t that great in Universal Soldier, were they? Oh yeah, they were. Tango and Cash? Fine, fuck it, this is going to be the greatest movie ever.
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: The Pavilion and the United Artists on Court Street.
The Plot: Al Pacino runs around and yells a lot.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: No. This is getting the worst reviews of the year. Who knew that Al Pacino would turn into such a one-trick pony. And if your pony started yelling out obscenities in a raspy voice while staring blankly into space, you’d probably take it out back and shoot it. I’m just saying.
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: United Artists on Court Street.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall:
The Plot: A guy gets dumped, goes on a vacation to Hawaii, and finds that she’s at the same resort with her new boyfriend.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: There are a bunch of us here at Brooklyn Skeptic who are Judd Apatow whores (but classy whores who didn’t see Drillbit Taylor and won’t kiss on the mouth). This looks like a return to good natured, crass romantic comedies for the Apatow group. Also, the film stars Paul Rudd. I think a lot of us have decided that we would let Rudd perform open heart surgery on us just as long as he was smiling.
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: Pavilion, Cobble Hill Cinemas and the United Artists on Court Street.
The Life Before Her Eyes:
The Plot: A woman deals with the guilt of surviving a school shooting.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: From what I’ve heard, no. Two friends went to see an advance screening of this on Tuesday, and neither particularly liked it. The film was directed by Vadim Perelman, who also directed The House of Sand and Fog and is writing and directing his own adaptation of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged (which is rumored to be starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie).
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: Landmark Sunshine.
Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden?:
The Plot: Morgan Spurlock travels to the Middle East to find Osama Bin Laden and talk to people about the war on terror.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: Early reviews aren’t too good actually. Park Slope resident Morgan Spurlock has made a pretty big name for himself over the past couple of years, between his documentary Super Size Me and his television show 30 Days. Yet his current film, which he spent quite some time filmin and even left his pregnant wife (in her third trimester) to go and make, is currently sitting at 31% on Rotten Tomatoes.
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: Cobble Hill Cinemas, Pavilion, BAM.
The Plot: I think it’s all in the title.
Is it worth eleven dollars?: You pretty much know exactly what you’re getting into with this film. The early reviews aren’t great, but did you expect them to be? In any case, this movie, which stars porn star Jenna Jameson and Robert Englund (Freddy Krueger) won’t be out for long before being released on DVD.
Where is it playing in Brooklyn/New York?: AMC Empire 25.
Otherwise, there’s a midnight screening of Blade Runner tonight at the Landmark Sunshine as well as El Topo is playing at midnight at IFC Center.
Remember that time you had a crush on that tasty morsel of potential life mate, and you found out that they hated your face, plunging you into an abyss of despair? Then remember how Blackbeard the pirate broke into your house and kidnapped your family, and you were like “well I’m bummed, but boy, talk about gaining a little perspective.” This is kind of like that.
So just remember if you get fired for trolling for the perfect, gently-used futon on craigslist, at least a black hole didn’t get hungry, and eat your galaxy for breakfast.
I have a hankering for neurotic 20-somethings