Tag Archives: New York

The Phantom Poop Painter

Long-time readers may recall my Poo Flags idea for dissing people who don’t clean up their dog’s excrement. Since that time, it seems that someone in New York City has come up with an innovative idea for highlighting the pet poopie problem. Dubbed “The Phantom Poop Painter of NYC,” this person hits turds with a splash of fluorescent color where he finds them–

The "art" of the Phantom Poop Painter

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I Love NY, and it stinks

A big ball of garbageMaybe you’ve seen the Futurama episode, “A Big Piece of Garbage,” where “New” New York is threatened by an enormous ball of garbage launched into space by “Old” New York a millenium earlier. That’s not so far fetched, really–

As landfills close in big cities, garbage travels farther

From the Jackson Hole Star Tribune

NEW YORK (AP) — The trains that rumble from the Harlem River rail yard in the South Bronx are sealed tight, but there is no mistaking what lies inside them.

The stench gives it away. The trains, some a mile long, are filled with garbage.

The railcars are part of an armada that performs a nearly constant exodus of waste from the nation’s largest city. Each day, trains and trucks carry 50,000 tons of trash from New York to huge landfills and incinerators in New Jersey, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia and South Carolina….

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Steve Jobs and diaper-changing tables

Steve Jobs’ alleged reply to an e-mail inquiring why there are no diaper-changing tables in Apple’s NYC store:

From: Steve Jobs <sjobs@apple.com>
Date: January 3, 2008 10:33:14 PM EST
To: [redacted]
Subject: Re: apple retail store – soho nyc – baby diaper changing table???

There doesn’t seem to be a demand for it, and it usually is accompanied by rather pungent odors.

Steve

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Right on, Stevie boy. We all know your shit doesn’t stink.

As a quaint, if practically irrelevant aside, my mother’s pet-term for No. 2 when I was a kid was “Doing a job.”

No Babies Here

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