Rummaging around the Pearl

The Pearl Theatre moving sale continues today. (12-4)



I stopped by yesterday to take a look.





Lots of junk. And priced to go! Some props. Dishes. Theater-related books. (Plenty of Ibsen!) Nothing really outrageous.



I did spot of whole bunch of blueprints for a parking garage in Washington Heights.



Previously on EV Grieve:
Pearl Theatre relocating; what's next for 80 St. Mark's Place?

And I got no bra or shirt

Third Avenue near 12th Street.

Which might explain why so many kids are requesting the long version of "Nights In White Satin"

"Clubgoers and college kids are taking trips back in time -- getting high on hallucinogenic drugs popular in the 1960s and '70s, cops say. The NYPD has begun closely tracking the seizures of designer drugs rarely seen since the hippie era but now being peddled to customers in nightclubs and karaoke bars." (New York Post)

Noted

We may have more to say about this Monday. Meanwhile, we welcome your theories.

Previously on EV Grieve.

Noted

From The Baltimore Sun nightlife reporter:

Yes, I know, Baltimore already has a spot called Speakeasy.

I'm talking about the real thing.

Speakeasies are all the rage in New York and a few other major cities.

I saw a TV show about one speakeasy in New York where you walk into a phonebooth in a hot dog shop, pick up the phone and a hostess from the speakeasy opens a secret door on the inside of the phone booth to let you in.

That. Is. Awesome. ...

Line of the day: "Swimming in trash containers is mentally sanitizing"

I missed this story. On July 7, ReadyMade wrote about swimming pools in Brooklyn that are made out of old dumpsters. Curbed linked to it a few days later.

Anyway, the Post did a piece on it today.

Bleached, cleaned, filled with sand and lined with plastic, the giant trash bins are now the centerpiece of a "low-fi country club," said David Belt, who as president of Manhattan-based Macro Sea is the man behind this Dumpster-diving project.

The pools, which Macro Sea debuted on July 4 in an otherwise abandoned Gowanus lot it has rented through the end of August, are not open to the public, but those in the know say swimming in trash containers is mentally sanitizing.

"In these economic times, everybody feels like garbage anyway," said Belt.

Finally feels like....

Thanks to Patell and Waterman's History of New York for posting this video yesterday....

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition

Documentary on rock posters opens tonight at the IFC (Brooklyn Vegan)

Also on Brooklyn Vegan!: Richard Hell may or may not have suspended the PunkCast YouTube account

What do you call hundreds of entitled partygoers on the roof of an LES hotel? (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Memorial tonight in TSP for Barnacle Bill (Neither More Nor Less)

The digital news editor at the Times only wants to be contacted by snail mail (The NYTPicker)

Manhattan storefronts hit highest vacancies since 2001 (Bloomberg)

Summer storm in NYC circa 1938 (Ephemeral New York)

Limelight becoming big fucking store (Page Six)

Karate Boogaloo looks at the treasures of Paul Tschinkel's "Innertube - New York Music New York" (Stupefaction)

Inside Bloomy's $37 million campaign — $7,000 for pizza (City Room)

Another French film in TSP tonight:

"Works"
Screening: July 17 – around 8:30pm. Tompkins Square Park
Genre: Comedy (2005) | French Title: Travaux, on sait quand ça commence | Duration: 95 min | Director: Brigitte Roüan | Starring: Carole Bouquet
In French, with English subtitles, not rated

Chantal is a wealthy, powerful, and happily divorced Parisian attorney whose busy life seems to be going swimmingly until she decides to remodel her massive apartment. She hires Eduard, a brilliant Colombian architect. He and his illegal immigrant crew are highly qualified; however, as they begin to redo her home, they also start to remodel other aspects of her life.

And noted:

Who owns Superdive?

I have no idea!

In a news item on the bar last week, Paper noted "the owners wish to remain anonymous."

After we posted this on Monday, Paper left us a clue:

The furnishings were recycled from the owners' previous bar ventures. Anything look familiar?

Jesus, no! We only saw plastic cups!



All I know is that the name on the liquor license belongs to Joseph Birdsong, who owned the previous occupant at 200 Avenue A — Rapture Cafe & Books. That doesn't make him the owner, right?



Previously on EV Grieve:
CB3 didn't approve a liquor license for Superdive; "a nice neighborhood Internet café-bookstore" becomes a bar with keg service at tables

Noted

Last night, Superdive, the bar that claims not to have any door policy, turned away dozens of people looking to help Justine Joli celebrate her birthday. Guests needed a reservation. Somebody call Allen Salkin!

My, what big plywood you have

Earlier:



Now:


The work is getting serious at 167 Avenue A — home some day (next month even!) to the EV outpost of Diablo Royale, as Eater reported.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Looking at 167 Avenue A: Another Hennings-Giraldi production?

Just in time for the rest of summer: The Tompkins Square Park playground has reopened

Reopened yesterday. And it looks very nice too. I would go in, but I don't have any kids. And would seem like a perv. Maybe. Anyway! It closed last August.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Tompkins Square Park playground completion now set for summer