• $3,600 per month
• Two bedroom / two bathroom
• M train at Central Avenue; J train at Kosciuszko Street
Recently, one of Brooklyn’s most controversial luxury rental developments, at 1209 Dekalb Avenue in Bushwick, changed its name. The building, which began leasing over a year ago, in April 2014, was originally called “Colony 1209.” At the time, marketing copy from the building’s website read, “Here in bohemian Bushwick, Brooklyn, you’ll find a group of like-minded settlers, mixing the customs of their original homeland with those of one of NYC’s most historic neighborhoods to create art, community, and a new lifestyle.” It assured potential tenants, “We already surveyed the territory for you.” But, at some point this summer, the development was rebranded as, simply, 1209 Dekalb.
Last September, Samantha Maldonado wrote about the building and its name for The Awl. “To colonize a place means to overtake it, to pillage its resources, to dehumanize its people, and to attempt to erase its past,” Maldonado wrote. “Even if Colony 1209 is an exercise in self-aware irony, it’s at the expense of those who have been living in Bushwick for decades, and of those who can’t afford to live there. Irony here functions, at best, as just another exclusionary inside joke for the young and privileged.” In April, Make the Road New York, a non-profit community organization focusing on Latino and working class neighborhoods, organized a demonstration protesting tax breaks for luxury developers; the march ended outside Colony 1209.
I would say the number one question I get from people I talk to these days is, “What do you think the world would be like if President Obama lost the 2012 election and, after the Israel-Hamas conflict of 2014, President Romney pushed through a Middle East peace plan that required the U.S. to absorb the Palestinian refugee population, outside the West Bank, which resulted in camps being built in Wyoming?” To which my answer is, “Fuck if I know, I can barely imagine what the world would be like if I were able to brush my teeth in the morning without bursting into tears.” BUT now I don’t have to share that terrible revelation of just how sorry my existence is. Now I can direct those people to a novel written by Awl pal Seth Colter Walls which explores exactly that scenario! Yes, indeed, Gaza, Wyoming, available as an e-book or a book book, is here for all of you who a) have wondered about such a thing or b) are looking to read a book (e- or otherwise) Keith Gessen calls a “beguiling debut novel… as funny as it is terrifying.” There’s an except here! Go read and buy, and, please, stop asking me that question.
“Modafinil is the world’s first safe ‘smart drug’, researchers at Harvard and Oxford universities have said, after performing a comprehensive review of the drug. They concluded that the drug, which is prescribed for narcolepsy but is increasingly taken without prescription by healthy people, can improve decision- making, problem-solving and possibly even make people think more creatively…. A new review of 24 of the most recent modafinil studies suggests that the drug has many positive effects in healthy people, including enhancing attention, improving learning and memory and increasing something called ‘fluid intelligence’ – essentially our capacity to solve problems and think creatively. One study also showed that modafinil made tasks seem more pleasurable.”#
It is clear at this point that the repeated warnings of scientists and other experts are not enough to break through the clutter and often intentional disbelief many people have regarding climate change, so I cannot think of any other way to force Americans to acknowledge its undeniable existence and catastrophic ramifications than by accompanying every report about it from now on with Nelly’s inescapable 2002 summer classic “Hot In Herre.” Eventually people will have to take note and will want to do something about the problem just to make it stop. You have a better idea? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyway, “the average global temperature for July 2015 was the highest for any month since record keeping began in 1880, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration said. The first seven months of the year also had all-time global record highs.” Wherre is it getting hot? In herre. It’s getting hot in herre.
Sure, let’s infantilize everything so that it can get more likes and shares on social media! Remember when you would go to a bar and get yourself a regular adult drink so you could keep your awareness of just how terrible everything around you was at bay least for a little while? You must be old, because that was a long time ago. Now it’s all got to look good on Instagram. I would say that you people deserve everything you get but even with all these idiot stencils and juvenile garnishes you’re still getting alcohol, and there’s no way you deserve that. You sicken me.
Look at that pair,
on the one over there.
He’s young, skinny, low
muscle tone, poor, white, under-
educated . . . gazing
I have an idea. How about today we try a thing where we all kid ourselves that it’s going to be okay for as long as we can? Then, when we reach the point where we can’t pretend anymore, we switch things up and, instead of being upset about it, remember that nothing matters, that however much pain and sorrow we feel all the time even just looking around at other people, these are only extremely temporary occurrences and soon enough we won’t feel anything at all forever, and won’t that be great? If you think about it that way there are plenty of things to be optimistic about, right? How long can you go pretending it will all be okay? Let’s see! Good luck, I hope you can ride it all the way into the evening. Maybe this song will help. Enjoy.
★★ The phone’s flash-flood alert, blaring in the early morning dark, called attention to a storm that might otherwise have passed unnoticed. By dawn the gray clouds were dissolving through indefinite stages into gray haze. The higher sky went gradually blue, the lower sky pinkish-brown. People were walking slowly in the heat. Sun shone into the subway track beds and the foot of the elevator shaft. At 18th Street station there was a substantial puddle just past the turnstiles, the flood warning come true. By late day the light was clear, even though the breeze blowing up from the direction of the harbor was palpably sodden. Smoky orange clouds stacked under white ones. Two youngish men lugged an air conditioner in its box onto the N train and stood near one side of the door, flanked on the other side by a young man in a seersucker suit.
24. Morbid Anatomy Museum
23. 9/11 Memorial Museum
22. Brooklyn Museum
21. MoMa Ps 1
19. Neue Galerie
18. International Center of Photography
17. The Morgan Library & Museum
16. Tenement Museum
15. Whitney Museum of American Art (New)
14. Aperture Foundation
13. Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
12. American Museum of Natural History