Last week I had a sexy cake from La Vallita in Brooklyn.. well, this hails from Fritzies, a Filipino bakery in Woodside, Queens and I am once again amazed by these insane cakes. I want to be shrunk down so I can run up that sugary staircase and eat giant sweet flowers. Don’t you?
For a snowman this freaky, you need to head north to that strange, psychedelic land called Queens, NY. This guy resides on 70th Street (or was it 70th Place?) in Woodside. If you’re hankering for some snow creatures from Greenpoint proper, then you have to check out Miss Heather’s diligent snowman chronicling here.
From Driggs @ Union.
(Via Buzzfeed) These are fun. Well-executed carvings of the animals in the Chinese Zodiac by artist Diem Chau.
Blood red microbes from long ago have been slowly leaking out of this 5-story high glacier for centuries. Gruesome! There’s a good article with more pictures from Atlas Obscura here. (Via BuzzFeed)
Rob Schleifer lives in the East Village in a what appears to be cabin from an era long ago. There’s an interesting article about him in the NYTimes, the newspaper that likes to dismantle our state and local government every six months, to prevent any kind of progress. Here’s the article, but much more fascinating is the multimedia page that shows a 360 degree view of his living room & kitchen. Collecting can be soooo obsessive!!
If you like loud, unpretentious rock music by a swell group of guys, come out to Tommy’s for some real cheer.
*11:30 BEEF WELLINGTON
I think the only reason Twitter exists is for whores to shamelessly self-promote themselves. Seriously, since I started my own Twitter account, I have been “followed” by dozens of people that I don’t know that have hyperlinks to fake dating websites that equate to the electronic version of the red light district. I’d like to know how you found me, but more importantly, I want to know how stupid you think I am. I’m sure I’m not the only one, just last week, a female friend told me she was getting the same shit. I’m going to guess that this type of spam is a huge and annoying problem already and probably deserves a special name that I will personally designate as Twatter, or Twattering: The indirect, mass marketing of your twat in 140 characters or less.
I’ve been drawing inapproriate things on money since I was a kid. Apparently, I’m not alone. Check out: 30 Bizarre Examples of Defacing Money (found via BoingBoing)
From the edge of The East River, Brooklyn.