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Nostalgia is fully represented in popular culture. Images & products of vintage television, video game and brands are found everywhere, offering a sense of happy recollection with a slight sense of irony.

Barcade is a staple of Williamsburg, letting you wade knee deep in the nostalgia by offering a host of antique arcade games. You can relive playing Ms. Pacman & Galaga with a joystick that for some reason won’t move left, just like back in the day! All the while they offer a wide selection of drinks.

In this same spirit, the owners are opening a new bar this weekend in Greenpoint called The Gutter. They will be offering the same mix of nostalgia, with a new suburban feel, by offering goold ole fashioned, plaid pant wearing bowling.

I know personally I’ve traversed the length of Brooklyn in order to find bowling, and finally to have one so close is like mana from heaven.

So you should definitely relive the joy of communal shoes & tacky bowling shirts while receiving of what I expect to be (similar to Barcade) a wide selection of draft beers. After intense research by the Brooklyn Skeptic staff, I’m sure you will get an in-depth review later.

The Gutter
200 North 14th Street
Monday – Thursday 4pm to 4am
Friday – Sunday 12 noon to 4am

Bowl!

 

Photo by”highwaygirl67″

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Last Saturday I joined a club dominated by bikers, sorority girls, and rockabilly-ers… rockabillists… whatever. What was this club, you ask? Bingo addicts anonymous? The we love tight jeans club? No, it was the we have tattoos club!

After confirming that cabbage is indeed my spirit vegetable, I decided to go “all the way” with it and have its likeness permanently etched into my shoulder. Excellent.

I Googled “food tattoos” to see what the genre had to offer. A very lovely picture of a parsnip tattoo led me to Dave Wallin, a fantastic artist at Williamsburg’s Tattoo Culture.

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From the initial email he was super friendly and helpful and we arranged a time to meet. He seemed very professional, the tattoo parlor seemed very clean, I was sold. I emailed him some hot pixxx of cabbage I’d taken to use as a reference and thanks to my $50 deposit he started in on a sketch right away.

The next time I saw him I came in to check out the sketch, which was on tracing paper that he laid on my shoulder so we could get an idea of what it would look like. But it was only the outline! I’d envisioned layers and layers of subtle details… how could I trust this guy I didn’t know to make permanent marks on my body when he couldn’t even get them down on paper?

As I was freaking out at him, Dave did an excellent job of listening to my concerns and responding as though I was a normal person rather than a completely wussy loser. He explained that he’d be shading it with lots of tiny lines, similar to what you see on a dollar bill, and that the pencil wasn’t fine enough to replicate this on the tracing paper. It would end up looking smudgy-shaded, which is not what he was going to do.

And he totally knew the magic words to make me shut up and trust him. When I was stressing about the size or that it would be too realistic or not dark enough he said – well, we want to keep it from looking like a celtic knot-tribal explosion.

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Kaboooom

And he was right, that was exactly the explosion I feared most.

That day we set the appointment for the real thing, and last Saturday, after a hearty breakfast, I went over there for my appointment!

The tattoo itself was 3 hours of what felt like getting stung by a bee over and over and over again. Not the kind of pain that has you cursing the day you were born or crying out in agony, but the kind that’s like, damn, is this over yet?

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In progress…

Along the way Dave was engaging and pleasant as he and mooseknuckle and I planned out what my next tattoos will be… a space scene on my other shoulder, Gandalf on my stomach holding up my breasts like orbs, et cetera. That shit will be awesome.

So, if you are considering joining “the club” (the tatto club, not the car theft deterrence device) Dave Wallin at Tatto Culture gets Brooklyn Skeptic’s full and unwavering endorsement.

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Cabbage in the hizouse.

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The most Brooklynest band in Brooklyn is playing at Trash Bar in Williamsburg this week. Be there, or be square. And by “square,” I mean “one who does not partake in free beer from 8 – 9 p.m.”

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Friday, July 20
8:00 p.m.
Trash Bar
256 Grand Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn

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Here’s some news that was good to me, but probably bad for Williamsburg (which really just makes it better for me): Galapagos Art Space is moving!

Galapagos has been in Williamsburg for twelve years, during which time the space hosted such notables as Monster Eiffel Tower. They were there when everyone had payos instead of asymmetrical haircuts and kippahs instead of skinny jeans. But it looks like Galapagos gave up on Billysburg, blanching at their landlord’s requested 30% rent increase. Apparently they can’t handle the gentle peaks and troughs of the “radically chic, chicly radical” neighborhood’s real estate market. Pussies.

So, keep an eye out for Galapagos moving into a huge space in DUMBO and making real estate speculators shriek with glee as another incredibly cool, expensive neighborhood grows up around the club.

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Okay. I know Conor Oberst is some kind of emo wunkerkind, constantly amazing us with the breadth of his talent. His agile mind weaves together the words that give voice to our mid-20s ennui. He wrangles country music into sweet melodies for hipsters crying into their PBRs, agonizing that their jeans aren’t skinny enough as they gather at the tops of their Converse. And now he can be seen in your local movie parlor portraying an American icon, a New York hero in a summer blockbuster. Oh Conor, one man can handle only so much glory.

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Above: In Costume

Below: Out of Costume

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But really, Spider-man was bad. And actually so is Cassadaga. Maybe he should just focus on music for right now.

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