Brooklyn Based: Foodie Field Trip to Brooklyn’s Chinatown

Brooklyn Based, a thrice-weekly e-newsletter (and site) always contains inspired tips about things to do, places to eat, and really unusual findings in the borough of Kings. Today she’s got a great guide to the foodie pleasures of Brooklyn’s Chinatown. She calls it Foodie Field Trip #1: Brooklyn’s Chinatown. Go to her site and sign up for her newsletter. You’re missing out.

Calling the section of 8th Ave. off the N train “Chinatown” is like calling The Wire “a TV show” or foie gras “food.” It doesn’t do it justice. Yes, you can get great dumplings and buy glazed tripe and chicken feet from street food vendors. There are the usual bins of tiny dried fish and tanks full of live frogs. Fried pig’s head? They have you covered. But what sets the Brooklyn Chinatown apart (and the Chinatown in Flushing, Queens, but this isn’t called Queens Based, now is it?) from its Manhattan counterpart is the stuff that is not the missionary position Ten Ren bubble tea and Custard King.

Brooklyn Beat: BWAC Art Show/Meditations on Art and Reality

Here Brooklyn Beat of the blog, Deep in the Heart of Brooklyn, shares his impresssions of the  Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition’s HOT! Summer Art Exhibition this weekend at the BWAC
exhibition space at 499 Van Brunt Street in Red Hook.

With the sturdy waves of New York harbor lapping against the waterfront shoreline, the BWAC summer show drew a good crowd all weekend.

-Artist Dawn Robin Petrlik’s installation "The Lonely Death of Esmin Green" which combines the artist’s sculpture of a woman’s body, collapsed face down on the floor, along with chairs and a video monitor, to create a meditation on the death of Esmin Green, a patient at Kings County Hospital, who died on June 19 in the waiting room, after convulsing on the floor. Ms. Petrlik’s notes on the installation indicate that it is her attempt to address the simple important fact of Ms Green’s passing, not as "some woman", or "some immigrant" or some "crazy person" but this person."

The audience becomes part of the installation as you walk through the space and see yourself, along with the sculpture, in a video surveillance monitor. Ms. Petrlik indicated that the sculpture, which is not for sale, will "naturally dry out and crumble over the course of the show in a symbolic ashes to ashes gesture." Viewers are invited to make repeat visits to review this process and to remember this story, and this person "with her name and dignity intact."

The late Ms. Green, 49, was the mother of 6 children, ages 14 – 31, in Jamaica; Ms Green came to the US, a church-going member of her community, was working in day care in order to support herself and her family at home. According to CNN, previous psychological problems may have been exacerbated by loss of her job and apartment, which led to her admission to Kings County, where she died, neglected by staff at the hospital’s psychiatric emergency room. A very powerful, provocative and thoughtful work. For more on this installation: http://www.dawnrobyn.com. For more background on the life and death of Esmin Green: http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/07/03/hospital.woman.death/

-Red Hook Cine Soiree! On Sunday, July 27th, guest programmer Joel Schlemowitz presented a salon of experimental and underground films from a band of intrepid, avant-garde cine-artists . The program opened with recorded music – 1920s foxtrots played on a wonderfully low-tech, hand-cranked, Victrola. The films ranged from the sublime to the sublimely ridiculous and somewhere in between. Cats and Pants by Jennifer Matotek, featuring, whatelse, cats and pants, proved to be a big crowd pleaser. Robot Movie, by Fabio Roberti, featuring a dancing robot, a circa 1980s guitar player, and a sound track of electro-madness was described by one critic as "Alien Transmission" and there’s not much more to say than that, although I for one am a better person for seeing it. Five Haikus for the NY Subway by Zaza M. was sensitive and humorously brilliant. Sometimes, while 8 hours of a camera focused on the Empire State Building as Andy Warhol did, might make a statement, a couple of others showed that there is art in brevity, notably, Faces in the Flowers by Jennifer McMillan, which was lovely if a bit twee and just a bit too long for this viewer, but with an affecting soundtrack, while Spidery, by Bradley Eros, films of the micro-natural world backed by a score by Karlheinz Stockhausen, clocked in at 5:55 minutes and, while Lord knows I tried to embrace the aesthetic, it just made me think "I’d Rather Be Waterboarding." But Stan Brakhage, for all his avant-brilliance, can test the soul, too, so, there ya go. Despite my facile comments, clearly every filmmaker here had something to say, something worth saying and therefore worth seeing.

Overall a great program on an alternately steamy then stormy Sunday afternoon. More films and programs to come. Visit the BWAC site. Fine programming by Joel Schlemowitz, guest curated by Mike Olshan. More on the films and the programmer: http://www.joelschlemowitz.com

-Music Saturday by the Big Bang Big Band, a large, percussive and groovy orchestra and blues vocalist, and Sunday by Le Nozzi de Carlo, a gentle, thoughtful, and tasteful Latin-tinged pop and jazz ensemble, were highlights of the weekend. More performances to come. Again, check out the BWAC site.

BWAC proves to be a great place to be for art, provocations and entertainment on weekends 1 PM – 6 PM though August 17.

More on BWAC: http://bwac.org

Landmarks Commission Rushing to Approve Prospect Hts. Buildings

Good news for historic preservationists. Looks like Prospect Heights will be getting landmark status soon. The Landmarks Preservation Commission is also looking at buildings in Bed-Stuy. This from NY1:

The city’s Landmarks Preservation Commission is reportedly rushing to
approve historic designations for more than a thousand buildings before
the end of Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s term.

Landmarks preservation has been a priority of the Bloomberg
administration. The commission was one of the few city agencies not to
have its budget cut this year.

According to the New York Post, the number of proposed designations
includes a planned historic district in Prospect Heights with more than
860 buildings.

Other areas under consideration are a district of 40, late-19th
century homes in Bedford Stuyvesant, and roughly 100 buildings in
Ridgewood, Queens.

The Candidate with Robert Redford: Wednesday in JJ Byrne Park

This
Brooklyn Film Works
finale is an amusing, albeit cyncial, documentary
fiction about "the semi-truths manufactured to market a candidate, The
Candidate shrewdly exposed the effects of the media on the political
process, posing unanswerable questions that have become all the more
pressing with every soundbite-ruled election."

8:30 on the big screen in JJ Byrne Park. Third Street and Fifth Avenue

Superstitious Day

Terrible things happened to a friend of mine on July 27th for three years running. It was many years ago when we were both teens. But I still think of her every year on that day. No matter where we are, she’s always in my thoughts on that day.

This year she is in Germany. You can bet that she’s taking it easy. After the third incident all those years ago, she vowed never to even move on July 27th. I’m sure she doesn’t take it that far any more. But I’ll bet she doesn’t fly on airplanes or do anything risky. I just have a feeling. The day has that kind of power over her. And me, too.

The first incident occurred on a hosteling trip in Camden, Maine. The group was hiking when the group-leader fell off a mountain to his death. That’s all I know. The teenagers had to find their way out of the park to get help. I remember she told me about it a few weeks after it happened and I was stunned that something so dramatic, so real could have happened to her. And it seemed unspeakably sad.

The second incident came a year later. She was also on a hosteling trip. A friend of hers fell into a glacier lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. He couldn’t get out for more than an hour and nearly died. Fortunately, he was saved and lived to tell the tale.
The third incident occurred in a national park in Washington State. Again she was on a hosteling trip. This time the group was poncho sliding down an icy pass. My friend went flying into a tree and broke both of her legs. She had to be helicoptered out of the park (strapped to the outside of the helicopter) to a hospital in Port Angeles where she was wrapped in body cast; she couldn’t leave the hospital for three months. Eventually, she was able to fly back to New York having missed three months of eleventh grade.

The year after that, we were together on July 27th, which felt sort of exciting and scary, too. We didn’t do anything on that day and joked that we were just going to sit very still. After all, the day was cursed. We were in a summer arts program in North Carolina feeling far away from home and family and spent the day in a local park having a picnic, swimming, taking it very easy.

When I was a teenager, I really looked up to this friend (and still do) for her sense of adventure, her fearlessness, her drive. Some people might say that going on hosteling trips three years in a row was pushing it a bit.

Strange to say, I think I actually envied her these disasters: they seemed so dramatic even if they were tragic. Isn’t that what teenagers live for: drama, the real stuff.
I imagined losing someone I’d only known for a few weeks but had grown quite attached to and even called by a cute nickname. I pictured her trying to save her friend who nearly died in that icy Colorado lake. And her stories about the park ranger who visited her at the Port Angeles hospital…It was all so…grown up and, dare I say it, exciting. My life paled in comparison.
Ah, the strange logic of a teenage girl. But that’s how I thought about things then. And I still take it easy on July 27th, try to anyway. I wouldn’t want my life to take a dramatic turn. Not now anyway.

OSFO In Camp, Smartmom On Retreat: Hepcat Blue

This is from this week’s Smartmom from the award-winning Brooklyn Paper.

Smartmom and Hepcat were silent driving away from Camp Fuller after dropping the Oh So Feisty One in her bunk. Smartmom could tell that Hepcat was sad even if he didn’t say a thing. She’s learned to read all of the signals given off by her pathologically understated man.

They’d had such fun driving up to Rhode Island: a real road trip adventure. As the family made its way up hellish I-95, Smartmom read aloud from “Trinity,” the 400-page best-selling young adult book about a high school girl with a major crush on a vampire.
They stayed at the Hamilton Village Inn in North Kingstown, RI and had a fun dinner at the Steamview, an old-fashioned, family-style restaurant decorated with antique toy steam engines.

Smartmom and OSFO were packing for most of the week prior to camp — a major bonding experience full of rolled eyes and flash-flood fights. OSFO, who objected to the inadequate way that Smartmom folds clothing, re-folded her clothing and packed the entire trunk herself; neat as a pin.
Driving away from OSFO’s camp, Smartmom had a pit in her stomach. This was only OSFO’s second summer at a sleepaway and Smartmom knew that her girl was nervous.

Last summer’s all-girls Quaker camp had decidedly left-wing leanings dating back to the 1930s. It was wilderness-oriented farm-camp that was more than a little rustic (i.e. composting outhouses called Kybo’s, no windows or doors in the bunks, mosquito netting required).
Smartmom thought it would be a good back-to-basics experience; very empowering for a 10-year-old girl brought up in brownstone Brooklyn.

Not.

OSFO didn’t exactly hate the camp, but it was a little too crunchy granola for her. Smartmom thinks she was more than a little homesick and she really didn’t like the outhouses.
Smartmom was relieved when OSFO showed interest in another sleepaway camp.

This time, she was an educated consumer. Windows and doors on the bunks. Check. Real toilets. Check. Traditional camp activities like a mountain-climbing wall and skate-boarding. Check.
Perhaps most important, she was going to camp with a good friend, which made all the difference to OSFO.
Still, in the weeks before camp, OSFO was feeling anxious.
“Maybe I’m not a camp type of person,” she told Smartmom one night when she should have been sleeping. “If this one doesn’t work out, that’s it. No more camp for me.”
Smartmom consoled her with tales of her own camp experience.

Like OSFO, Smartmom hated her own starter camp and wrote miserable letters home.
It didn’t help that all the counselors decided to go to Woodstock leaving the campers to fend for themselves for a day or two (or so she remembers; it was 1969 after all).
But the next year, Smartmom went to her beloved — and now defunct — Ethical Culture School Camp, a camp she remembers fondly to this day.

To Smartmom’s relief, OSFO seemed to take to Camp Fuller immediately. She was the second arriving camper and got to choose the bed she wanted. Later, when her friend arrived, she took the bed right next to OSFO’s. Hepcat carried her heavy trunk into the bunk and Smartmom made her bed, arranged her Ugly Dolls and placed her toiletries, her contraband gummy worms, and her stationery on her shelf.
There were no tears or clinging hugs. OSFO seemed comfortable in her bunk, especially once her friend was there. She did look a tad nervous when her counselor announced that there would be a swimming test within the hour to determine who needed to take swimming lessons. She assured OSFO that the test was really easy, but OSFO looked dismayed.

Still, that didn’t bring on any tears or requests for her parents to stick around. In fact, OSFO seemed eager for Smartmom and Hepcat to leave. They both gave her a long hug.
“I love you,” Hepcat shouted out as he got into the car.
Hepcat paused before starting the engine. Smartmom could tell that he was feeling blue. He and OSFO had had such fun on their Rhode Island road trip; he’d even started giving her some pre-pre-driving lessons.
“Which pedal is the accelerator, which is the brake?” she asked at one point. “What does a yellow signal mean?”
The two of them have a lot in common. Like Hepcat, OSFO is very handy, very creative, and very good with a glue gun and a drill. She loves her dad’s kooky sense of humor and they share all kinds of in jokes and a private vocabulary.

Two weeks without the OSFO was bad enough, but to make matters worse, Smartmom was about to depart for Block Island for a week of writing.
No wonder it was such a silent, depressing drive away from OSFO’s new camp toward Smartmom’s ferry. They desperately need some quality time together without the kids. But it wasn’t meant to be.

“Are you OK?” Smartmom asked Hepcat as they waited for her ferry in Point Judith.
“I’m gonna miss OSFO and miss you,” he said sweetly. Smartmom noticed he said OSFO’s name first, but it didn’t bother her. Not too much. Hepcat snuck a peek at his watch
“I better go,” he said.
“The traffic may bad you better head home now,” she told him. They lingered in a long, comfortable hug. She heard the horn of her high-speed ferry.
“Love you,” she said. And now there were tears in her eyes.

More on Auster’s Brooklyn

The Frenchman who is planning an August tour of Paul Auster’s Brooklyn has some help from two OTBKB readers. Francis Morrone, who is a historian, journalist, author, lecturer, teacher and columnist for the New York Sun had this to say about some of the locations mentioned in "The Brooklyn Follies."

The space that is now Two Boots used to be called Circles Café.
Though he later mentions the New Purity, I can’t believe the Cosmic
Diner isn’t based on the old Purity, at Union Street. Don’t forget he
also mentions La Bagel Delight. Brightman’s is, I think, a pure
fabrication. Stores like Seventh Avenue Books and Park Slope Books came
much later, and before them there were no used or rare bookstores on
Seventh Avenue. Rocco’s I haven’t a clue about. Hope this helps a
little.

Our friend Eliot, who produces podcasts of great contemporary music monthly had this to say.

The Cosmic Diner is pure invention. So is Brightman’s Attic, but I
always thought that Park Slope Books (the place that is now Carmen’s)
was the the model for it.

Park Slope Five Guys is Now Open

You lose one, you get something new. Out with the Tea Lounge, in with Five Guys Burgers. What is the neighborhood coming to?

Burgers, burgers and more burgers.

Here’s A Hamburger Today, who made it over to the new Five Guys, which is across the Street from Methodist Hospital on 7th Avenue near 6th Street in Park Slope, on the very first day.

I won’t spend too much time blabbing the burger. It’s a really good burger. When I first tried 5G last year,
I was skeptical. Signage reading "lean beef" and "cooked well-done" all
pointed to bad. But the burger was juicy and flavorful. Who knew? The
one at 5G Park Slope was the same. Delicious

10th Street Tea Lounge Is History

The original Tea Lounge on 10th Street and Seventh Avenue in Park Slope is now history. The landlord doubled the rent and the owner opted to close the the original of his three branches of this much loved Brooklyn cafe.

Okay, not every one loves the Tea Lounge. But those who love it love it. And I always liked the 10th Street branch. In fact, I liked it more than the huge Union Street behemoth.

Good bye to a nice spot to meet friends and sip coffee.

Mixed Feelings About the Brooklyn Flea

I’m not in Brooklyn but I’ve been reading the Brooklyn Paper and the Daily Intel and see that there is trouble brewing in Ft. Greene over the Brooklyn Flea.

Seems that not everyone is thrilled about the crowds that pour into the neighborhood on Sunday to particapte in Brooklyn’s latest shopping extraaganza.

Last night there was intense meeting at local church about the flea, which has been drawing large crowds on Sunday.

Those who don’t like the Flea have plenty to say. This from the Brooklyn Paper’s reporting:

“There’s no parking at all and my vehicle was banged up by a
vendor,” said Ramesh Kauden, who’s lived on Carlton Avenue for 40 years.

In fact, some “no parking” signs are hung on the Flea’s side of the
street to facilitate the loading and unloading of antiques, handcrafts,
vintage clothing and furniture, which arrive around 7 am and depart by
6:30 pm. Some parkers reportedly ignore these signs, leading vendors to
double-park near the entrances to the schoolyard between Vanderbilt and
Clermont avenues.

Other residents say litter overflows area trashcans. “It took all this time to clean up this place,
now they want to come and drop more garbage on the neighborhood,”
said Frank, who did not want to give his last name, a Fort Greene resident for 31 years.

The complainers now have the ear of Councilwoman Letitia James
(D–Fort Greene), who said she’s received calls about wandering flea
market patrons sitting on area stoops and locking their bicycles to
gates or on scaffolding in front of Queen of All Saints Church across
the street.

The church has become a hotbed for anti-flea sentiment.

But even in the immediate vicinity of Brooklyn Flea, many people
give the swap meet a thumbs up, though they’re reluctant to publicly
disagree with their neighbors.

“It’s nice to have local artists here, and people buying their
stuff,” said Irene, who didn’t want to give her last name because she
know other people on Clermont dislike the flea market. “It’s true that
sometimes parking is hard on Sundays, but this is the city. It’s always
difficult to find parking.”

BWAC Red Hook Art Show Opens Today

Brooklyn Beat of Deep in the Heart of Brooklyn was kind enough write this post about the the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition HOT!
Summer Art Exhibition

The excitement begins on Saturday, July 26 through August 17 at
the BWAC exhibition space at 499 Van Brunt Street in Red Hook.

I spent a few hours over a couple of weekends helping My Better Half,
Judy Tantleff-Napoli, a BWAC member and artist/educator, set up her
sculptures for the exhibition, and had the chance to preview some of
the other work that will be on display in this show situated in this
great pre-Civil War warehouse space right by the waterfront. Based on
my preliminary view, it promises to be another wide-ranging, inspiring
and provocative exhibition. Setting up the work was "fun" in a manner
of speaking because the warehouse is always such an intriguing space
and the BWAC folks were very spirited and easy to work with.

Saturday’s opening 1 – 6 PM will feature the Big Bang Big Band
performance at 3 PM. Sunday will feature Le Nozze di Carlo (which
translate’s roughly as "Carl’s Wedding", I’ll bet there is a story
there)

Although the show opens tomorrow, as a blogger, I couldn’t resist and
took a few photos posted on my site (link above) Lots of great work. Among the many
interesting works in all media, I thought Brian Keogh’s sculpture could
serve as one of the signature pieces for this 2008 Brooklyn artists
show (which actually seems to attracts artists from all over).

For more information and directions visit: www.bwac.org

City of Water Day: This Weekend on Governor’s Island

The Waterfront Alliance is sponsoring City of Water Day, a way to celebrate the waterfront and waterways!
It all happens on Saturday, July 26, 2008 from 10:00am to 4:00pm on Governors Island.

On July 26th, paddlers, sailors, mariners and many others from around the region will converge on Governors Island to eat, drink and have fun.

Highlights of the day will include:

• A symbolic and inspirational convergence of kayakers, boaters, sailors and ferry-riders onto Governors Island. New York Waterway and the New York Water Taxi will pick kids from across the city and bring them to the Island for this special day of fun, education and adventure.

• Boat parade of working vessels past and present including the retired fireboat John J. Harvey and the Seaport Museum’s tug W.O. Decker.

• Eco-tours of indigenous bird habitats hosted by NYC Audubon and a Hidden Harbor Tour hosted by the Working Harbor Committee.
• Fishing clinics with I Fish New York.
• Live music by Eric Bibb.
• Lecture on Fuel from Algae by CUNY professor.

• Car free biking. Bring your own wheels or rent.

Report From Berlin: When Obama Spoke, Everyone Listened

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A longtime friend and fellow Park Sloper was in Berlin yesterday and went with her husband and two daughters to hear Obama speak. Here is what she had to say about this historic event in that most historic city.

All four of us rode our bikes to see Obama speak at the Siegesaule—the Prussian victory monument that was deemed such an inappropriate place to speak.  He tried to speak at the Brandenburg Gate, but the Prime Minister, Angela Merkel, and others, decided it was inappropriate to have a candidate speak in a place where only elected officials have gone before.

The Victory monument faces the Brandenberg Gate—between the two structures, there is a street called the Strasse17Juni named to commemorate the uprising of the East Berliners on 17 June 1953.   This street lines the side of the Tiergarten, a large tree-filled park, nearly a forest, in the middle of Berlin.  The Central Park of this city.  (or should I say, the Prospect Park of Berlin).  People came teeming through the park to reach this wide boulevard, one of the widest streets in all Berlin (a city which claims the widest boulevards in Europe) and by the time we got there, you could no longer squeeze into the part that was in front of the Siegesaule.  It was full by 4pm—the speech was at 7pm.  No bikes were allowed on the streets, so we locked ours to a tree—along with thousands of other bikes—and walked through the tree-filled park until we were nearly at the Gate.  We forced our way onto this end of the Strasse 17 Juni and realized that we wouldn’t even be able to see one of the two enormous screens that were set up to give a view of the Man.

But we were glad to be there—more fun to hear his voice ringing out over Berlin, than to see his face in the Close-up of a newscast.

Obama was asked to speak from the side of the monument that faces the Brandenberg Gate—therefore, when the cameras focused on him, the gate would NOT be in the background.  Therefore, Germany could not be said to be using their famous backdrop to support a presidential candidate—especially one running against the party of the president in office.
Good luck.  A poll yesterday showed that nearly 70% of Germans support Obama.
That much more pathetic when

McCain said he’d like to speak in Berlin too, but only AFTER he’s president.  Hah!

And who needs the Brandenberg Gate anyway?  This power of the location was everywhere evident without the cliched backdrop.  It was a real Berlin location—steeped not only in history—but in so many histories—Prussian, World War II, the Cold War—triumph and defeat—good and evil.  This was not lost on our well-educated Obama of course, and his speech as you heard, often referred to the spirit of Berlin, the quest for Freedom, the American pilots who dropped food during the Berlin blockade—he braided this history artfully into the present—leading up to the need for partnership. The great partnership of the Luftbrucke—the need for partnership between Europe and America today.

Of course, it’s all more complicated than that.  Of course, after WWII Germans were our despised enemies until the Communists took their place.  But once they accepted defeat and became our allies in the cold war,  the evil Germans were transformed into civilian victims.

But Obama knows all this, I’m sure—and just as he smoothed over the last 60-70 years, so he also moderated his criticism of America.  But Berliners are not only full of spirit, they’re also a practical people—why else would they ride their bikes everywhere—and they know he has to moderate the rhetoric when speaking in a foreign land.  He mentioned ending the war—but he didn’t say the war was a mistake—he said America’s not perfect, but that we always strive to be better.  And so on.

SO: between the Prussian War Memorial and the Gate-where this street named for anti-Communist protest lies—We stood along with roughly 200,000 people—mostly Germans, mostly young, but we also heard languages from all over the world—including English.  It was said that many Americans living in other parts of Germany came to Berlin to hear him.  It was also said that many people from the eastern European countries came to Berlin to hear him.  It’s notable that Obama spoke in English and that most Germans could understand him.  That’s a feature of this country—how well they all speak English.

Mostly young people, but also many old ones, many children and babies.  They were selling beer and bratwurst and people came to juggle and sing and enjoy.  I felt like I should be carrying a sign that said “Make Love Not War.”  But when Obama spoke, everyone listened.  They clapped often and not only when he brought up the spirit of Berliners.  The German radio later reported that his speech was a great success.

I was especially happy to be there with my daughters and wondered if they’d remember this day the way I remember the peace marches my mother took me to when I was a kid. Of course, it all depends on what happens.  If Obama wins and fulfills even half the promise we expect—if he wins and ends this dark time in American politics, if he wins and does something, anything about the environment or the war, if one can come to Berlin, as we often do, and stop being embarrassed to be living in a country run by buffoons, if, in fact, they’ll be able to look back and say that they were in Berlin at the Siegesaule and that they had a good feeling, some kind of sense that things might, finally, change for the better.

We walked back through the Tiergarten with hundreds of others, through this typically German park which is part wild forest and part manicured gardens and retrieved our bikes, and rode home.

Our phone rang off the hook from Berlin friends who’d either been there too, or watched him on television.  It’s a town obsessed with politics—even and especially American politics.  Everyone wanted to know what we thought and we spent the night going over his speech, the reactions (people here were watching CNN and German news at the same time).  I liked his speech, and so did most of our friends.  It’s a bit too much like a preacher, especially for the low-key Germans, but they accepted that too.  They admire and even envy the emotion that this American candidate can project.   There’s a certain kind of theater that no German politician could ever create, and Obama creates that. I know he always manages to move me.  And it was doubly moving to see it along with so many other people, to confirm that his voice has stretched across the ocean and moved so many Europeans.  This guy certainly has something and that I think that something is desperately needed in the White House.

Photo found on Flickr, that global village of photography

This Sunday: Le Nozze di Carlo in Red Hook

My friend and Third Street neighbor, Bob Goldberg, who is one of the Accordian Angels, also has another band called, Le Nozze di Carlo.

This band was put together to play at an Italian friend’s wedding. The band lasted longer than the marriage. Le (The) Nozze (Wedding) di (of) Carlo (Charles) is the translation. The Italiano lesson is finished. La lezione di Italiano e’ finito.

They gig in the NYC area. Sometimes, you can find them in restaurants (vegetarian, French, and Louisiana/Italian), bars, lounges, cafes, museums, art galleries and the occasional shopping center.

They love to play without any amplification, none of this so called unplugged crap for us, when we say unplugged, we mean it. That of course limits our opportunities, so they will, when necessary, play and sing through microphones.

Their repertoire consists of Italian, French and Spanish tunes primarily, although they do mix in a bit of Klezmer, Irish and Americana. The band can swing pretty hard in the style of the Quintet of the Hot Club of France (Django and Stephane).

They play  folk music, old pop tunes and psuedo folk and pop that we write ourselves. And they’re going to be playing on Sunday. This Sunday:

Le Nozze di Carlo will be performing
this Sunday, July 27th
starting at 3:00 pm
at the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists’ Coalition
26th Annual Outdoor Sculpture Show

499 Van Brunt Street (across the street from Fairway,  just before the
pier) in Historic Red Hook, Brooklyn

Admission is free – come for the music – stay for the art –
then go shopping at Fairway and IKEA or eat at some fancy restaurant…

Music at the Bridge Welcomes Issue Project Room

July 30 promises to be one of the best nights yet at "Music at the Bridge," the new free music series hosted by the Brooklyn Bridge Park Conservancy. And it’s being programmed by Park Slope’s Issue Project Room.

John Zorn’s legendary "Cobra" opens the show at 6:30pm, followed by a special presentation of electronic music from the Theremin Society.

The show closes with Jonathan Kane’s blues-driven February. ISSUE Project Room has curated this special show for the Brooklyn Bridge Park Conservancy, which is proud to host its first live music series in Empire Fulton Ferry Park.

Brooklyn Brewery provides
For more information, including a full press release, photos, etc, please contact me.

Wednesday, July 30: An evening curated by ISSUE Project Room, featuring:
John Zorn’s COBRA
Theremin Society
Jonathan Kane’s FEBRUARY
All free, under the tent in the historic Tobacco Warehouse.
Doors at 6:00pm, capacity is limited.

Frenchman Needs Help Finding Auster’s Brooklyn

I got this comment from a French person who is coming to Brookllyn in search of Paul Auster’s Brooklyn as mentioned in the book, Brooklyn Follies. What fun!

French, coming over to Brooklyn soon (August 2008) with family, would
like to follow Nathan Glass’s footsteps in Park Slope.

I was wondering
whether The barbershop really exists on 7th avenue and where it is
situated. Same thing with the Cosmic Diner where Nathan has lunch on
7th avenue.

I’m also after The Circle café, Mike and Tony’s steak house
on the corner of 5th Avenue and Carroll Street, Rocco’s Trattoria, La
Grenouille( a French restaurant) and eventually, The new Purity Diner
on 7th avenue.

I won’t have much time there so a little help could help.

The barber shop is on Seventh Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets.

Cosmic Diner I’m not sure about that

The Circle Cafe: Hmmm. Not sure. There was a restaurant called Circles next to the Pavilion Movie Theater on Prospect Park West but I don’t think that’s right.

Mike and Tony’s is no longer. It is now a restaurant called Moutarde (Carroll Street and Fifth Avenue)

The New Purity Diner is on 12th Street and Seventh Avenue.

La  Grenouille is a French restaurant in Manhattan.

And what about the bookshop that is the centerpiece of the novel. Sadly, Park Slope Books it is no longer. It went out of business in the summer of 2007.

Monsieur, please get in touch with OTBKB when you are in town. I’d love to go looking for Auster’s literary landscape with you and your family!

8 Prospects at Barbes on Sunday at 7 p.m.

Thanks to Verse Responder Leon Freilich for this tip about 8 Prospects, Josh Camp’s composition about Prospect Park, which he will play with a group of musicians at Barbes on July 27th at 7 p.m. Barbes is on 9th Street close to Sixth Avenue.

Barbes is three blocks from Prospect Park.  But come Sunday at 7, it’ll be smack in the middle, for composer Joshua Camp will be at the club playing his new composition, "Eight Prospects."

He’s been inspired by "Central Park In the Dark," Charles Ives’ raucous piece that’s been called the 20th Century’s first musical trail blazer.
Look for Brooklyn colors and listen for minimilismo. Camp and his band–two violas, two trombones, a violin and a vibraphone–will play eight movements, which pay tribute to the park’s dog run and noncanine amenities.

"I could have made it ’20 Prospects,’" he says.  With audience encouragement, why not?
Camp was interviewed today on WNYC-FM’s Soundcheck by the Slope’s  John Schaefer.

Authors for Obama

Just got word from my Edgy Mom co-hort, Amy Sohn that she is organizing Authors for Obama, a reading/fundraiser in September. Here are the ‘tails:

I wanted to invite you all to a very special event I am hosting in 
September so you could be the first to reserve tickets.  Please 
forward to friends.

Authors for Obama: A Reading to Benefit Obama for America
with Bruce Jay Friedman, Cynthia Kaplan, Jonathan Lethem, Said 
Sayrafiezadeh, Colson Whitehead, and Meg Wolitzer
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Doors open at 7 PM, Reading at 7:30 PM
Happy Ending Bar
302 Broome St. (Eldridge and Forsyth)
212-334-9676

Tickets at the door are $15 to $25 sliding scale, or you can purchase 
tickets in advance for $25 through Act Blue. People with advance 
tickets will be guaranteed admission and will be admitted first. 
(Happy Ending has limited capacity and I expect this event to sell 
out.) Just bring your donation receipt with you to the event.
http://www.actblue.com/page/authorsforobama
http://www.authorsforobama.com

Summer Soiree in Prospect Park

Cocktails. Hors d’Oeuvres. Dancing. Electric Boat Rides. Silent Auction. It’s the Summer Soiree in Prospect Park, a fundraiser for our great, great park. And what a Brooklyn event it is with catering by The Movable Feast, decor by Root Stock & Quade and music by the DJs of Southpaw.  

Click here to buy tickets online.

Think about attending the Summer Soiree or making a contribution to that Park that gives us so much pleasure.

Big Kahuna
($250) – Includes admission for 1, special recognition on event materials, Alliance membership at the $100 level, special gift
Daddy-O ($150) – Includes admission for one, recognition on event materials, Alliance membership at the $50 level
Land Shark ($75) – Includes admission for one
Party Wave ($250) – Includes admission for four

Neil Feldman of Not Only Brooklyn, the discriminating e-newsletter of free NYC cultural events urges his readers to attend the soiree. If you are interested in receiving NOB, email Neil: arbrunr(at)aol(dot)com

Dear friends and fellow arts enthusiasts,

Many of us spend substantial amounts of time in Prospect Park.  It is world class urban treasure, an oasis that enhances our quality of life immeasurably.  So I want to be sure that you do not overlook the enthusiastic suggestion I sent you in several recent editions of NOB that you join me and other younger enthusiasts this Thursday at the Summer Soiree, a party in the lovely Audubon Center overlooking the Lake to support the Park. Tax deductible ticket packages begin at $75, which is much less than analogous charity parties.

Looking forward to seeing many NOB readers at this party to keep Prospect Park wondrous.

Neil Feldman, Publisher and Editor
Not Only Brooklyn Arts & Events

 

Paterson Signs Bill To Update Oil and Gas Drilling Law

WNYC’s Ilya Marritz reports that Governor Paterson signed the bill on Wednesday permitting the horizontal drilling but also stipulating that further environmental impact studies be made. Here’s an excerpt from the press release from the Governor’s office.

Governor David A. Paterson today signed a bill that extends the State’s uniform well spacing system to include additional wells and drilling activity, including horizontal well drilling. The Environmental Conservation Law previously established “spacing units” and “set back” requirements only for some types of drilling activity. A spacing unit is the land area from which a well is expected to recover oil or gas; a setback is the distance that a well must be from the boundaries of the spacing unit. The bill also adds requirements about how wells may be located within spacing units.

The new requirements will lead to greater administrative efficiency, result in more effective recovery of oil and natural gas, and reduce unnecessary land disturbance.
Importantly, the bill does not relax environmental safeguards.
“This new law will ensure greater efficiency in the processing of requests to permit oil and gas wells, while maintaining environmental and public health safeguards,” said Governor Paterson.

“Natural gas exploration has the potential to increase domestic supplies of natural gas, create jobs, expand the tax base and benefit the upstate economy. My administration is committed to working with the public and local governments to ensure that if the drilling goes forward, it takes place in the most environmentally responsible way possible.”

Urban Environmentalist NYC: Eco Lens

Here is the Duck_weed
occasional feature from the Center for the Urban Environment. This post was written by Jennifer Mokos, the Program Manager for Service Learning at the Center.  To learn more about the Center visit: www.bcue.org.

Prospect Park Lake is often covered in a green substance (see here), sometimes referred to as “pond scum” or maybe, more kindly, “algae.”  But that green film you see is actually made up thousands of tiny plants called duckweed.  If you look closely, you can see very small leaves floating on top of the water.  Each duckweed plant is made up of two leaves joined together at the base.  Simple threadlike roots reach down from the leaves into the water. 

Duckweed may be small, but it is not a type of algae. Algae are a primitive type of plant—they do have chlorophyll—but they do not have true roots, leaves, stems, flowers, or seeds.  Duckweed is a member of the family Lemnaceae, the smallest seed-bearing plants.  However, it is rare to see duckweed flowering.  They reproduce primarily by budding—a pouch forms on the bottom of a leaf, which eventually grows into a new leaf.  The new leaf can split off from the parent plant, forming a new plant, which is a clone of the original.  Duckweed, as you may have observed in Prospect Park , forms a dense floating mat on ponds and lakes.  As its name implies, it is an important source of food for ducks and other waterfowl. 

As winter approaches, duckweed produces thick bulbs filled with starches that sink down to the bottom of the lake.  The thick coating protects the bulbs from the cold winter water, while the starches provide nourishment in the light-starved lake bottom.  The duckweed bulbs spend the winter in a dormant state at the bottom of the lake.  In late spring, the water in lakes and ponds mix completely through a process called spring overturn.  As the water from the bottom of the lake rises, duckweed bulbs are carried to the surface.  The bulbs sprout into adult plants in the warmer temperatures and increased light.  As the duckweed plants reproduce, they form the dense mat you see covering the surface of the Prospect Park Lake throughout the summer.

Brooklyn Blogade Prospect Park Picnic This Sunday

The monthly Brooklyn Blogade, a get-together for bloggers, blog readers, those interested in blogging and their friends, meets this Sunday.

When: Sunday, July 27thTime: 12:00 noon – 3:00pm (walking tour @ 11:00 am see below)

Who: Brooklyn bloggers, prospective bloggers, their family and friends

Brenda of Prospect: A Year in the Park and Dave of Dope on the Slope are co-hosting this month’s Brooklyn Blogade Roadshow, which will be held in Prospect Park near the Music Pagoda.

Brenda will be offering a guided walking tour of the park prior to the picnic.  Learn why the park serves as an "oasis for the city soul," the title of a recent New York Times article describing Brenda’s labor of love.

There is no charge for the event, although we are soliciting volunteers to bring food and will be passing the hat to defray expenses.

Come share Brooklyn’s backyard with your fellow bloggers.

Please RSVP at blogade.rsvp@gmail.com.

Here are the ‘tails about the walking tour with Brenda

Starting point:

the Music Pagoda, same place we hope to have our lunch. (See map link:

http://www.prospectpark.org/visit/interactive_map).

We’ll retrace the footsteps of the Redcoats and rebels in some of the

Revolutionary War ground of the Battle of Brooklyn, and make our way

to the wonderful hidden Ravine and waterfall, before returning to our

rendez-vous point for lunch. The last time I did this walk, I was

challenged to a duel by a killer crayfish, but I cannot guarantee he

will be there next time; however, one never knows what other

interesting things will pop up. If by any chance there is a very large

group, we can do the tour in two shorter shifts, or do a second tour

after our lunch and meet-up. Wear comfortable shoes; tour will take

place in (light) rain or shine and should run about 45 minutes.