Report: Burglaries up in the East Village and LES last month

The Villager is reporting a spike in burglaries in the East Village and Lower East Side:

In the Ninth Precinct, which covers the East Village, grand larceny surged to 22 for the week ending Aug. 24 this year compared to 12 the same week last year. Grand larceny increased to 81 in the 28-day period ending Aug. 24 this year compared to 65 in the same period last year.

Burglaries also spiked in the Fifth Precinct, which covers the Lower East Side, Little Italy and Chinatown from Broadway to Allen St. between Houston St. and the Brooklyn Bridge, during the week ending Aug. 24 when 10 were reported compared to four the same week last year. For the 28-day period ending Aug. 24 there were 22 burglaries compared to 13 the year before.

Reminder: Donuts and etc. tonight at 6

Here's an earlier version of the flier and social from several weeks ago. (Please note that the time and location have changed.)  This hung on the Ninth Street side of the Christodora for two whole days. (Surprised that it wasn't removed sooner than that....)

The Donut Social takes place at Fifth Street and First Avenue. Bob Arihood has more details at Neither More Nor Less.  The Donut Social also has its own MySpace page. 

On Avenue A

In front of Bendel's

On Fifth Avenue.

A fool and his e-mail (New York Yankees/Ticketmaster edition)

My good friends at the New York Yankees and Ticketmaster sent me a nice e-mail yesterday with this subject line:

"Only three series remain at Yankee Stadium."

No kidding. It has been well reported that tix for the final 10 home games are going for a premium via StubHub and scalpers. But!



Hmm, well, maybe they released some tickets. Maybe I'll nab a decent seat in Tier Reserve or something! So I click on the links in the e-mail to Ticketmaster for the individual games. Guess what? Every game is sold out! Just like I thought. Thanks for the e-mail!

Will the (soon-to-be-former) Knitting Factory space become a nightclub?

As you know, the Knitting Factory is closing its Leonard Street location in Tribeca and moving to Williamsburg. According to an article posted on the Tribeca Tribune site Aug. 29, the Tribeca location is expected to close in January. Here's a little more from the article:

For Jared Hoffman, the club’s owner, the move signifies a rebirth for the Knitting Factory legacy. For Leonard Street residents, the club’s departure means the end of years of complaining about noise, garbage and loitering outside the club.

“It’s not fun to be somewhere where you’re seen as the bad guy,” Hoffman said during a recent interview in a converted Brooklyn apartment that’s the club’s new office. “There’s just no way, in that environment, not to annoy some people. It’s an un-winnable situation.”

“People are expecting Tribeca to be as quiet as a suburban street in Greenwich, Connecticut,” he added.

Ahn-Tuyet Pollock, who has lived next door to the Knitting Factory for eight years, said she and many of her neighbors have been waiting for the day that the club would close and the sidewalk be free of its patrons.

“It’s been a struggle for us ever since we moved in,” Pollock said. “[Club-goers] line up in front of the building, they smoke, they make all kinds of noise, they want to come into our building to use our bathroom...it’s a nuisance.”

While the departure of the Knitting Factory is welcome news to many Leonard Street residents, their respite from club-going throngs could be short-lived.

Joe Rosales, a broker for Lee Odell Real Estate, closed on a $12 million sale of the six-story building at 74 Leonard Street to the Laboz Family Trust in July, and the space, he said, has already drawn interest from developers looking to install another nightclub.

“The way that space is laid out, it has to stay commercial,” Rosales said.

Posted without comment (or smartass headline)

On Clinton Street near Rivington on the LES.

Previously on EV Grieve:
A short history of subtle butt-in-the-air billboards downtown

Dropping dead 33 years later

Gov. Paterson has said New York is facing a 1970s-style fiscal crisis. So with all this talk of economic woe facing the City, I revisted the infamous Daily News cover from Oct. 30, 1975.

What struck me more than anything...Stocks Skid, Dow Down 12!

12?

(By the way, I was unaware that there was an NYC-based record label called Ford to City Drop Dead)

Reward of the day

On Second Avenue at Seventh Street.

HOWL: Temporarily returning the East Village to its "humble beginnings"

New York Press on the HOWL! festival, which starts Friday and runs through Sept. 11:

Saving the iconic neighborhood from what one performer describes as “yuppie scum,” the HOWL! Festival’s organizers vow to temporarily return the East Village to its humble beginnings: Before streets became “crowded with people drinking,” as [artist Riki] Colon says, and before the upper middle class invested in housing while anxiously awaiting graffiti-free streets. HOWL! seeks to revive the beat poetry shouted from street corners and the days when artists were viewed as visionaries. This year’s festival has an additional endeavor: to make HOWL! relevant to a new generation, thereby passing along the East Village’s explosive, controversial and irreplaceable legacy.

No word on Cloverfield 2, though

At least three pictures at this year’s Toronto Film Festival "take an unusually deep look at the city as it roiled its way through the messy, magnificent, slightly mad 1970s." (New York Times via Gawker)

The ambiance? Upscale

The owners of 2 by 4 on Second Avenue and Fourth Street (you know 2 by 4) have put up new signage indicating that the bar will become an upscale lounge called Ambiance. (Grub Street)

Here's New York's review of 2 by 4:

2 by 4 used to be the gay cruising spot The Bar, but the large metal mud-flap girls on the wall sum up the sexual reorientation. Straight college dudes now come here looking for sauce and sass that follows a tried-and-true Coyote Ugly formula of cheap booze and choreographed bar-top theatrics. A center rail splits the action: At the billiards table, young Ronnie Wood look-alikes get hustled by neighborhood bike messengers; at the bar, scantly-clad barmaids navigate spins on the in-house stripper pole.

And the lone reader comment:

"This place sucks. Enough said. You could not pay me to go back."