Sintir update (you know, that new place opening on East Ninth Street)

The rather mysterious looking, we're-assuming-Moroccan joint coming to East Ninth Street between Avenue A and First Avenue...

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...is one of the few places applying for a new liquor license (wine)...the Community Board 3's SLA & DCA Licensing Committee will consider this other applications tonight at 6:30.

Have a Coke and a smile!

Oh, oops! Wrong soda slogan! At 14th Street and Avenue A.

Meanwhile, in 1980.

Lux life

Third Avenue near Ninth Street. From the Times obituary (via Stupefaction):

Lux Interior, who introduced the excitement of deviant rockabilly to the punk era as the lead singer of the Cramps, died early Wednesday in Glendale, Calif. He was 62.
The Cramps were founded in New York around 1976 by Lux Interior (born Erick Purkhiser in Stow, Ohio) and the guitarist Poison Ivy (Kristy Wallace) with a distinct musical and visual style. As connoisseurs of seemingly all forms of trashy pop culture from the 1950s and ’60s — ranging from ghoulish comic books to Z-grade horror films to the rawest garage rock — they developed a sound that mixed the menace of rockabilly’s primitivist fringe with dark psychedelia and the blunt simplicity of punk.

Also at Stupefaction, Karate Boogaloo has a link to a podcast of a radio show Lux Interior did back in the summer of 1984.

A New York state of mind in Wyoming, Alabama, Siciliy and maybe Pakistan

The Times today rounds up the iconic pieces of vintage New York that have recently been exported.

Cheyenne Diner to Alabama (and now they want the shuttered Ridgewood Theater in Queens)

Moondance Diner to Wyoming

Kim's video collection to a Sicilian town

"And from Pakistan came interest in another New York icon: the Astroland Rocket at Coney Island."

Hmm.

No, it’s not the faltering economy that’s putting venerable New York up for sale and shipment. It may be just coincidental that there is a flurry of outliers who are in a New York state of mind and want a part of it.

“We’re not taking anything from New York — the diner needed saving,” said Cheryl Pierce, who with her husband, Vince, bought the Moondance in 2007 for $7,500. They spent $40,000 to move it 2,125 miles to La Barge in western Wyoming, where it opened on Jan. 12 after a delay to replace a roof collapsed by snow.

It is hardly a new phenomenon, of course. New York has been exporting its bounties, willingly and unwillingly, since the days of Peter Stuyvesant and marauding redcoats.

More recently, according to the city’s Landmarks Preservation Commission, cast-iron eagles from the old Pennsylvania Station and Grand Central Terminal have turned up at suburban estates, a kiosk from the 1939 World’s Fair is now a restaurant in New Jersey, parts of an 18th-century ship found at 175 Water Street were sent to the Mariners’ Museum in Newport News, Va., and old subway cars are swimming with the fishes as artificial reefs off the Delaware coast.

[Moondance photo: Nicole Bengiveno/The New York Times]

Breaking: Christmas tree lights turned off in Tompkins Square Park

The tree lighting ceremony was Dec. 14...

Previously on EV Grieve:
By the way, the Christmas tree is still on in Tompkins Square Park

EV Grieve Etc: Mourning edition

Good news from the Holiday (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

St. Mark's DJ Lenny M busted (Down by the Hipster)

City takes a year and a day to replace a bulb in a street light -- in a nice part of town (New York Times)

The longest article ever on Mr. Kim and Kim's video (New York Times)

Seven months later, Butcher Bay opens on East Fifth Street (Eater)

The end of the Sixth Avenue El (Ephemeral New York)

A great shot of the defunct Con Ed plant on Kent Avenue (Brownstoner)

"Nothing throws a neighborhood into relief like death, and nothing organizes a neighborhood like a good bar, preferably one that can sort the locals from the tourists or barhoppers." (Patell and Waterman's History of New York)

None of this will be on the midterm

From Newsday:

NYPD seeks suspects in ATM "not working"

NEW YORK - Police are looking for four people who have been scheming to steal money from bank customers using cash machines in Manhattan's East Village.

Police said Friday the suspects have run a low-tech scam multiple times since October.

After the target puts his or her bank card into an ATM, a woman approaches and says that machine isn't working. While the victim uses a nearby machine, a second suspect watches and notes the victim's personal code.

That suspect gives the code to a third person, who then punches it into the machine the victim initially used -- and didn't cancel out of. Because the machine is still activated by the victim's card, the suspect is able to use the code to withdraw money.

Police have security-camera photos of at least one suspect.

And that photo...



Anyway, the lesson? Keep your money under your mattress!

Tear it Up

The Cramps. RIP Lux. Read more on Lux at Flaming Pablum and Stupefaction.

We're all likely stuck with a SATC sequel, so we might as well make fun of it (some more)

Over at Runnin' Scared today, Roy Edroso has some fun whipping up plotlines that we'd like to see for the as-yet-to-be-written Sex and the the City sequel...news of which was recently confirmed. (Haven't we suffered enough of late with all the lousy economic news...?) Per Runnin' Scared:

Big's salary is capped at $500,000, and Carrie is replaced at the paper by a 19-year-old anal sex enthusiast with the nom de plume BrownEye, in honor of the Ivy League school she dropped out of. Money becomes tight, and Big finds that after a lifetime of Cohibas he cannot adjust to El Productos. After a series of comic moonlighting misadventures as a cab driver and new media consultant, he works contacts from his secret past as a NYPD detective and gets some shifts as a bouncer with his old pal Jesse L. Martin. Carrie starts a blog, which she makes racier to draw traffic ("How can I say I love you," her words scrolls across the MacBook screen, "when your balls are in my mouth?") but it still doesn't pay much, and they are forced to move to Greenpoint. There is a poignant, slow-motion moment when Carrie realizes Vera Wang isn't suitable for Studio B.

(Jumping ahead to) Day 7: The Blarney Stone is still closed

The fellows at the shoe repair shop next door are equally mystified as to why the Blarney Stone isn't open...and they said it closed last Friday, not Monday as I previously thought. Commenter Stewie at Eater mentioned yesterday that several businesses along this stretch of Fulton Street have had problems with water pipes of late. True...a very likely cause for a closing. However, looking in the BS's back entrance on Ann Street, nothing looks out of place. No signs of construction...or work of any kind. One minor thing: The five pieces of tape on the front gate -- from which a sign had been telling us what was what? -- are now gone...

The Mercury Lounge survived John Mayer, it can survive this

From Curbed: The building that houses the Mercury Lounge is now on the market...However, the Mercury's lease runs until 2018...

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning edition (updated)

Cover your eyes: Daniel Maurer takes a look at the new-look Holland. We expected it to be cleaner and what not, but a fucking MP3 juke? (Grub Street)

RIP Stefan Lutak; opened the Holiday in 1965 (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Google Maps still thinks CBGB is open (BoweryBoogie)

Bloomy's order inviting illegal development? (Save the Lower East Side!)

The Rhum Rhum Room is real (NY Barfly)

PS 64 still for rent (The Villager)

Whaa?: 76-year-old Ray of Ray's Candy Store turned down for Social Security (Scoopy's Notebook, fourth item)