Cute Bushwick house, by Shira Golding

Do the Subprime Whine: The Guardian comes to Bushwick and pours it on with one of those worst-case scenario subprime stories used to define the “crisis” by the hysterical media. Satan-incarnate “predatory” lender dupes simple old man out of his financial stability. And yet before the industry loosened its standards after decades of browbeating, the media would have wrung its hands that this old man didn’t have “access” to “important financial tools.” The article mentions in passing that he shares the blame for making poor decisions, but what nobody is mentioning is — where is all the money? He got a LOAN, and now he’s BROKE. Where did hundreds of thousands of dollars go? Gah!

‘Everything Is a Venue’ Indeed: Poking fun at the names of makeshift party spaces in Bushwick has become a pastime for this group of friends… I think I’ll start doing it, too. Next BBQ I’m at will be the “The Railroad Apartment Yard.”

‘Whiskey Dick’ Indeed: City boy probes “deep Bushwick” to sample our fair burg’s whiskey offerings.

Heckscher of a Garden: Miss Heather visits a surprisingly spiffy community garden in the Montrose area — it’s manicured walkways remind me of something tended by one of those Manhattan garden commandos. Good job, East Williamsburg!