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Photo via NY Times DNA Info reported today on the complaints of Williamsburg residents on the recent influx of bridge-and-tunnel visitors: Ever since he moved to North Williamsburg a few years ago, Michael Chandler has lost some of his favorite undiscovered bars to hordes of weekend “flipsters.” “They’re poser hipsters. They come from the city or from New Jersey to come play hipster for the weekend,” said Chandler, 26, of the term. “There’s some weird touristy draw… All the cool bars that used to be not crowded are now crowded by weekenders.” And “The people who actually live on this block don’t go to these places. I don’t go to the Wythe, I don’t go to Output,” said Wythe Avenue resident Kate, 26, who declined to give her last name but said she’d lived on the stretch for the past two years and was dismayed by the changes. While I get annoyed by the changing scene, it’s hard not to point out that there has been a Williamsburg for more than 2 years, and change isn’t something new to the neighborhood. The 20-somethings complaining about the changes might be closer to the recent ‘flipsters’ than they are to the Williamsburg residents who came a decade ago in search of community and cheap rent. I do admit it has gotten particularly bro-y as of late, but imagine if popped collars were still a thing? We would have articles about ‘popsters’ and life would be even worse. If I had more time I’d write some bad comparisons to the national immigration debate. What should we do? I hear Mitt Romney needs a job, we could elect him to local goverment and put up a high-tech fence from Kent to Bushwick. via DNA Info - @joshmorrissey

Last week the NY Times made me feel bad about not living in a boat off the coast of San Francisco, but I quickly distracted myself from questioning every decision I've made in life with a search on Craigslist for a houseboat, or house barge, that I can buy right here in NYC. I can't afford a boat, or a barge, or even a slip to tie a dinghy to... but I was blessed with a very powerful imagination and the ability to suspend disbelief longer than the average human being. So here are some floating living spaces that are fresh for the taking in the New York area—I am currently renovating and decorating them with my mind. [ more › ]

All East Village resident Nigel Warren wanted to do was put a little extra change in his pocket by renting out his room while he was in Colorado for a few days. Using Airbnb, the popular lodging website that's scaring the daylights out of the hotel industry, Warren found a Russian woman who wanted an affordable (okay, less obscenely expensive) place to stay in NYC. She took the room for $100 a night, netting Warren $300. Unfortunately, he's going to need $2,100 more to reimburse his landlord, who was fined by the Environmental Control Board for the three night stay. [ more › ]

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PASADENA, Calif. (KABC) – What if you had all six winning Powerball numbers, but couldn’t claim the jackpot? It happened to one Pasadena woman. Margit Arrobio purchased five Powerball tickets at a local Shell gas station Wednesday evening for a chance to win that night’s jackpot, which at the time was $360 million. The next morning, Arrobio tuned into ABC’s Good Morning America for the winning numbers and found out that her card matched all six numbers, but the television show reported that no winning ticket had been sold. So what was the problem? Arrobio bought her ticket a little too late. “I called my gas station where I bought the ticket and I said, ‘I don’t get it. I have every number and yet they say there’s no winner,’” Arrobio said. The person at the gas station asked her what time she made the purchase, and that’s when Arrobio realized she’d bought the ticket around 8 p.m., about an hour after the numbers had already been announced. Arrobio said she was first shocked and then disappointed. The Powerball jackpot climbed up to $590.5 million on Saturday. The single winning ticket was sold at a supermarket in Florida. The only solution in situations like this is to immediately kill yourself. There’s absolutely no consolation after thinking you’ve won $360 million and finding out you won absolutely nothing. Whether you’re the one person left out of the winning office pool or you lose your winning ticket or the numbers you always play come up as winners on a night you missed, whatever. No matter what the circumstances are, when you think you’ve just one hundreds of millions of dollars only to come to the realization that you didn’t win dick and you have to continue living your shitty life, you gotta just off yourself. Not before killing the dickhead at the gas station who sold you that bogus ticket first though. The fuck is that guy’s problem? Is that his idea of some funny prank? Print up a winner that you know isn’t eligible? Or is he just an idiot selling tickets to old jackpots whenever he wants? Either way that guy needs to be murdered. Instead this chick is just sitting around smiling for the camera flashing her winning-but-not-winning lottery tickets like its some funny story. I tip my cap to you, lady. We’d be staring down the barrel of a murder/suicide or at the very least a dangerous, dangerous bender if it was me in your shoes.

Odd Fellows Is Set to Open This Weekend Yep, the guy behind Lady Jay’s and Free Williamsburg favorite, Oak and Iron is opening an ice cream shop in Williamsburg: We will be located in Williamsburg, Brooklyn on Kent Avenue, between North 3rd and North 4th Streets (just 3 blocks from Bedford Avenue, 2 blocks from Smorgasburg/Brooklyn Flea and a stone’s throw from the East River), and are slated to open Memorial Day weekend. What Makes Our Ice Cream Different? First and foremost, all of our ice cream will be made from scratch in our kitchen, which not too many ice cream shops can boast. Most ice cream shops that promise “homemade” actually throw flavors into a pre-made ice cream base. That’s not homemade! OddFellows Ice Cream Co. will be homemade. At the helm will be Chef Sam Mason (Empire Mayonnaise, wd~50, Tailor, Lady Jay’s). If you recognize the name, you know his culinary endeavors are delectably unconventional …now just wait until you taste his ice cream. Chef Mason will pasteurize our base in-house. By making the ice cream in this manner, OddFellows will be able to deliver the highest quality and freshest product possible. Pasteurizing our base will also give us the freedom to concoct the most distinctive and scrumptious flavors. We will be able to individually infuse each batch’s mix to add depth and scope to each flavor. Nothing tastes better than homemade! As for our ingredients, we source our milk, eggs, and cream from local farms and will, whenever possible, use in season, all natural ingredients. While our flavors will always be changing, we offer 8 to 10 ice cream flavors along with 2 to 4 sorbets daily. Our flavors will range from the odd and unconventional to inventive renditions of the classics. OddFellows will also have a full soda program (all homemade by Chef Mason), baked goods, candy, and other treats. Today’s the last day to tak part in their Indiegogo Campaign. Find out more here.

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Photo by Roger Davies/Architectural Digest In the June issue of Architectural Digest: the airy, streamlined home of Andrew Cogan, a glassy estate built from scratch by architect Michael Haverland and interior designer Philip Galanes on Shelter Island, the artsier-than-the-Hamptons community plopped between the North and South Forks of Long Island. The team's primary design objective was emphasize to the "light and sky and water" with a large open dining room, and a "new, dramatic steel-and-glass extension," but not without dotting the place with midcentury finds manufactured by Knoll, where Cogan is CEO. Galanes, who had previously worked with the Cogan family on their Manhattan townhouse, peppered the spread—which the design duo (also a couple) wanted to be luxurious, but "respectful to the landscape and the low-key aspect of the island," according to Arch Digest. Perched in the living room are 1950s chairs by Edward Wormley, a '60s Franco Albini rattan ottoman, a Mies van der Rohe Barcelona daybed, and, duh, Saarinen chairs. Photo by Roger Davies/Architectural Digest The dining area (above) features a fireplace made of local river stone and Mies van der Rohe chairs covered in Edelman leather, and the master bedroom (below) has a lemon Saarinen chair and ottoman, plus textiles from India. Photo by Roger Davies/Architectural Digest · A Soaring Shelter Island Beach House [Architectural Digest] · All The Printed Page posts [Curbed National]

MSN – A Tasmanian woman has pleaded guilty to underage sex with her stepson after she was caught out on a camera set up to capture paranormal activity. The 28-year-old woman, from the state’s east coast, appeared in the Supreme Court in Hobart yesterday facing five counts of sex with an underage boy between October and November 2012. Last October the woman had gone to her 16-year-old stepson’s room to discuss his driving lessons, the Hobart Mercury reports. The pair previously had a strained relationship, the court heard, but their discussion led to tickling and then to sexual intercourse. The next day the woman’s partner set up a video camera in their kitchen to try and capture paranormal activity. But when he returned home from work and reviewed the footage he discovered he had recorded her cuddling and kissing his teenage son. He called police and the woman admitted to having sex twice with the boy, whom she had known since he was in primary school. After being questioned by police, the court heard the boy moved to the state’s west coast and the woman travelled to see him, where they had sex again during a six-day stay in a hotel. Her defence lawyer told the court she was under the mistaken impression that the age of consent was 16 and was ashamed at her conduct. The woman had since split up with her partner, with whom she had a young child. It turns out that “things that go bump in the night” is actually just your whore wife trying to fuck your son. Who knew! Just goes to show that theres a rational explanation for all this paranormal activity talk. You hear something or see something…the doors or windows are left open…things disappear. Its all just your wife sneaking around your back to get some of your kid’s dick. You child behavior is strange? Seems like they are possessed? Its probably because he just finished up fucking your wife and is awkward around you. It ain’t ghosts. It ain’t spirits. Its your son running up in your wife’s pussy. PS – You think you have a good laugh with your son after something like this? I bet it stings for a while but after you kick her to the curb and its just you and your boy again, eventually I bet you just laugh it off. Can’t blame your son, really. If I found out my son turned down his hot step mom I’d be sorely disappointed. Kid saw a chance to reenact his favorite youjizz video and he took it. No shame in that game. I’d be proud to be eskimo brothers with my own kid.

With precisely two weeks left and more than $73 grand in the bag, the Mermaid Parade Kickstarter is well on its way to meeting the ambitious $100,000 goal organizers say the event requires to continue. [ more › ]