Above and behind Central Avenue, facing southeast

Yours Truly: What? Oh this? Just an article in the New York Times starring moi as the dashing protagonist. Some of you are quoted, too. Too bad nobody reads it anymore.

Mourning, Dove: The hooting we all hear on quietish days in Bushwick (hah), is probably not an owl, but a mourning dove. Owls like more wooded areas, like Prospect Park.

Walnut = Awesome: A new, finely niched blog about furniture and design in our borough, Brooklyn Modern, interviewed local furniture maker (/musician) Roger Benton about his designs, his music, and working at 3rd Ward.

Go Away: Sweet holy fuck. Say what you will about Bushwick hipsters, they tend to be newly minted, fresh from the farm. But I am really hating the priced-out-of-Williamsburg schmucks streaming into Bushwick who have been steeping in hipsterdom for formative years. Only they would come here dressed like assholes and then harass the locals with their stupid questions about other hipsters, like a flamboyant, militant homosexual asking about the local gay scene. And honey, that area across the JMZ tracks the local teen warned you about is called “Bedford-Stuyvesant.” Compared to Bed-Stuy, all of Bushwick is a “green zone.”