Wednesday Links
In Brooklyn, New Taquerias, Two Ways [NY Times] Breaking Bread in Brooklyn [NY Times] Cash, Credit, or Torches? [NY Times] When Parents Scream Against Ice Cream [NY Times] Where Little Chefs Learn [NY Times] Steel Nerves on Atkins Ave. [NY Daily News] Accolades for Hunter and Brooklyn College [NY Daily News] Chain Stores Booming Despite…
In Brooklyn, New Taquerias, Two Ways [NY Times]
Breaking Bread in Brooklyn [NY Times]
Cash, Credit, or Torches? [NY Times]
When Parents Scream Against Ice Cream [NY Times]
Where Little Chefs Learn [NY Times]
Steel Nerves on Atkins Ave. [NY Daily News]
Accolades for Hunter and Brooklyn College [NY Daily News]
Chain Stores Booming Despite Recession [NY Daily News]
Going Solar in Brooklyn Heights [Brooklyn Eagle]
Your Land Is Their Land [Brooklyn Paper]
Rebels Without a Hog [Wired]
Photo by Jason Kuffer, Brownstoner Flickr pool
delepp, that was hilarious! It never fails to enrage me how people live their lives with such blinders on.
robe your next relationship will be with someone who has a kid, likes to go to the park, and has a huge bed. then you’ll be in a pickle, won’t you?
Anybody know where you can get churros from a cart vendor????
if an adult is working in an ice cream truck i think they automatically should have the right to smoke a little bud if they want. especially if they are in costume.
*rob*
Re ice-cream truck story:
1. The one inarguable point is that icy-carts without vendor licenses should not be working inside the park; that’s illegal and unfair to licensed vendors.
2. Over on the dreaded “other side of the park,” we have encountered some Mr. Softee truck guys and gals who are (a) pot-smoking (and selling?–the cloud of pot smoke inside the truck was worthy of Cheech and Chong) and (b) creepy and abusive. We have also had some who were lovely folks. So Mr. Softee needs to screen a little better for who’s driving those trucks.
3. Anyone who can’t deal with saying “no” to ice cream for their child, even every bloody day at the playground, has no business having one. And I’ve got one. That having been said, once in a while, Crunchy-Moms, a pop ain’t gonna the kill the kid; as they say in medicine, “the dose is the poison.”
4. Hey–what happened to Good Humor trucks, anyway? They used to be avatars of frosty purity, gleaming white and carrying only the GH line, which was dispensed by a snappy white-suited driver from a thick-walled freezer that spilled dry-ice clouds when opened on a hot day. Now the trucks are ratty dumps on wheels, the guy inside in a cage handing out all kinds of off-brand trash in loathesome colors (like those horrid SpongeBob pops with hard little googly-eyes). What a come-down!
South Brooklyn, did someone pee in your coffee this morning?
I wonder what The What was like as a child.
Why is calling someone “dull” racist???
There are several families on my block in which the parents have taught the kids the meaning of the word “no” without any physical discipline or inordinate punishment. They just exercise consistency – when I say no, I mean it. When the children were small it was a pleasure to take them on outings because they never whined. The kids are now in their teens & are happy, well-adjusted citizens w/ the normal quirks of adolescence.