Bushwick Spam wasn’t the only April Fools’ Day ruse that tested the limits of Brooklyn absurdity in order to pull the local alpaca wool over everyone’s eyes. Here’s the rest of today’s faux news reports, from most believable to least believable.
When Shara Hughes was born, her father bought her and her three brothers 200 acres of land each in rural Georgia. It was the early ’80s and land was going for 10 cents an acre. Her father saw his opportunity and planted a tree farm. Shara spent a lot of her childhood on that property, learning about land and taking care of the trees. She still goes there to enjoy the space and the nature and when she moved to New York from Atlanta in August last year, land – because there’s so little of it in the city – was the first thing she thought about.
A scowling woman shoved a plastic bag in my face and gestured toward the mound of grapefruits at a Chinatown grocery like any other. “No thanks,” I smiled, pointing toward the rust red door with chicken scratch white paint that reads: 94 1/2. “Oh,” she said knowingly and smiled. Unlike everyone else clucking around the piles of produce, I wasn’t shopping. I was looking for an art show supposedly behind this dingy door. I tentatively knocked and heard no echo, no indication there was anything but darkness behind there, let alone an exhibition dedicated to work by the street artist RAE, some recent and some that might have otherwise been lost had it not been for a helpful neighbor.
Wait how did this one not make Smorgasburg’s new lineup? In a new video by Brooklyn Independent Media, the minds behind the Bushwick Spam — who look a lot like the Greenpoint-dwelling hipster-yuppies from the David Cross’s Hits — eagerly break down their creative process using all the right buzzwords, from “refined, artisanal” to “inspiration, and, you know, frivolity, experimentation.”
Though still unproven, investigators say the working theory about the East Village explosion is that “one or more gas lines were surreptitiously tapped over several months; then the siphoning apparatus was dismantled or hidden on Thursday before Consolidated Edison conducted an inspection. As soon as the utility inspectors left, an attempt to resume the diversion of gas went awry, setting off the explosion, according to two law enforcement sources with knowledge of this working theory.” [NY Times]
“The building that caused the massive explosion in the East Village last week previously had a fire that stemmed from faulty wiring that was blamed on the landlord, court records show.” [DNAinfo]
Across the street from the blast site, “the city issued an emergency work-stoppage order on renovations at 128 Second Ave. on Monday after discovering what appeared to be at least one gas pipe in its basement being hooked up without a permit.” [NY Post]
A pair of City Council members proposed a bill today that would establish a city advocate for small businesses, but others fighting to keep mom-and-pop shops open question whether such a watchdog would do enough.
Businesses on the east side of Second Avenue have been allowed to reopen in the wake of the apparent gas explosion that brought down three buildings near East 7th Street, but their neighbors on the other side of the block are still reeling from the disaster.
Twenty-five-year-old Vine sensation Nicholas Megalis will invite fans into the mega-weird, anxiety-ridden world of his mind at a reading of his new collection of short stories. In this illustrated journal Megalis chronicles life as an imaginative kid who grew up in a “ridiculous family of artists, Greek immigrants, and all-around weirdos.” According to the synopsis, it covers the topics of “borderline fireworks pyromania, chain-smoking at age seven, psychotic magic trick obsessions, the perils of being a thirteen-year-old boy.” March 31 at 7 p.m. Barnes and Noble, 33 East 17th St., Union Square.
Danielle De Jesus is surprisingly level-headed when talking about how gentrification has affected her family and her community. The 27-year-old artist was born and raised in Bushwick and has seen the neighborhood change dramatically over the past several years. Her photographs, part of a one-day-only exhibition, “Made in Bushwick,” happening at the Living Gallery this Thursday evening, capture a neighborhood most newcomers might never have seen and the stark contrast between old and new.
Elizabeth Warren has said repeatedly that she doesn’t want to run for president, but she sure sounded like a contendah last night. The Massachusetts senior senator cut a commanding presence while plugging the paperback edition of A Fighting Chance at Barnes & Noble Union Square.
“My story is America’s story,” Warren intoned to thunderous applause from about 300 fans who had purchased her book in order to hear her speak (not exactly Hillary numbers, but still). She had just finished an account of how her mother’s minimum-wage job, taken after her father’s heart attack, had helped save her family from going under and allowed her to attend a community college that cost a mere $50 per semester.
Noah Baumbach may have grown up in Park Slope (the setting of The Squid and the Whale), but his new movie, While We’re Young, finds him plumbing a different Brooklyn altogether — that of the “Bush of the wick,” as the character played by Adam Driver (of Girls) calls Bushwick.