Word to the wise, Louisa May. From Felt + Wire, via Cup of Jo.
Showing posts with label strange things happen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strange things happen. Show all posts
Wish I Had This Card Today.
Posted by
Rony @ catbird
at
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Labels:
strange things happen,
summer,
the great outdoors
What We Love Today: Tattoos of Truth
Posted by
Rony @ catbird
at
Friday, August 05, 2011
It is very important that you have a tattoo. Everyone has a tattoo, and everyone’s tattoo is unique, so without a tattoo like everyone else, you have absolutely no chance of being unique.
Really Shari Lind?? REALLY?
Posted by
rony @ catbird
at
Friday, November 12, 2010
Please note: Shari Lind called and told us she'd been misquoted. See here.
"Shari Lind, who maneuvered a baby stroller occupied by her son Sawyer out the doors of Duane Reade, said she was elated by the chain’s presence. “Please, can you bring in Dunkin’ Donuts too,” she said. “I also want a Bank of America.”
A newcomer to Williamsburg from Manhattan, Ms. Lind said she found the neighborhood to be very inconvenient. Many of the chic stores refuse to take credit cards. And, she said, the quaint gourmet coffee shops charge too much. She said she sent an e-mail to Food Emporium imploring the company to open a supermarket in Williamsburg."
From today's NY Times. This article made me SEETHE. Also of note: some Duane Readers came by with a Welcome Us to the Hood gift basket for us Catbirders, which we politely declined.
Btw, Rachel Parker of North Side Pharmacy, quoted in the above article, is the worlds greatest multi-lingual (English, Polish and Spanish) pharmacist who I have seen bend over backwards to help customers, including myself, in a pinch. Shari Lind, I am sure the Extremely Convenient UWS is mourning your loss. I suggest a hasty retreat before the locals get their pitchforks.
Labels:
bedford,
brooklyn,
strange things happen
A strange monk.
Posted by
rony @ catbird
at
Friday, July 16, 2010
This cloaked fellow came in. He had a heart with a crown of thorns embroidered onto said cloak, resembling many tattoos we see at the shop. We could make neither heads nor tails of him.
Labels:
bedford,
brooklyn,
strange things happen
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