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At the time Eugene met him, he was planning Minetta Water on the shores of Gravesend Bay, which was the most ambitious of all his projects so far. He was being followed financially, by a certain number of Brooklyn politicians and financiers who had seen him succeed in small things, taking a profit of from […]

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Gas Used in Suicide Explodes, Injuring 3 Searchers Light Match Before Power Man Is Found Dead William Henderson, thirty-nine years old, a power man employed by the New York Telephone Company, was found dead yesterday in a gas filled bungalow on Roosevelt Walk, Rockaway Point, Queens. Three friends who entered the dwelling to search for […]

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Ignorant of the ways of publicity and chance alike, I’m unsure how these things happen but HiLoBrow.com has just been named by Time magazine’s Best Blogs of the Year . I could make up some things but not that! We’ve been meaning to catch up with WWIB’s  recently elusive publisher, Brian Berger, who doesn’t answer the phone, […]

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What is Toni Schlesinger’s Significant Object? Is it a bird, something like an osprey, piping plover or laughing gull? (Fuck piping plovers, hah!) Is it a plane— perhaps even the Concorde? Might it be— wild guess— a pair of Civil War-vintage scarlet pantaloons? (That’s what I wear to the beach over my bikini so I […]

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WHATTA YAMEAN THE SAUCES NO GOOD? THATS WHAT I SAID, THE SAUCES NO GOOD. WHATS THE MATTA, YA DONT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH? ITS NO GOOD. NO GOOD, NO GOOD. WHATTA YAKNOW ABOUT SAUCE? MEEEE, WHATTA I KNOW? I KNOW IT STINKS. NOT ENOUGH GARLIC. ITS GOT THE SAME GARLIC. JUST LIKE ALWAYS. THE SAME 8 CLOVES […]

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Caz Dolowicz is back! And wherever he was— be it Otto, North Carolina or Hull, Georgia; in the forest alone singing Goethe or in the back of the WWIB promo van with your mom listening to Willie Nelson— at least Caz was there, more (or, on occasion, like when the goddamn van wouldn’t start at […]

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So there’s this former Naval Air Station, in Brooklyn, called Floyd Bennett Field. Brian Berger’s relationship with the Floyd goes back nearly to the dawn of time, at least the early 1960s when his father, a native of Rockaway Beach, was stationed there as a member of the United States Navy Reserve. Young John Strausbaugh […]

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by Anonymous*: Glug glug glug? Both Walter Benjamin and Hannah Arendt believed it so, yes, but throughout the 1960s and into the early ’70s, I was a HUGE Beach Boys fan, thus I vastly prefer “Chug-A-Lug” (Chug-A-Lug). To those who disagree another term at the Gravesend School of Doo-Wop might be in order. “Fuck that, […]

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In anticipation of Victoria Day, coming up May 19, WWIB re-presents its epic, nearly all-inclusive interview with writer, professor, mixologist and so much more, Mark Kingwell. Jane Jacobs gets tweaked a little and I only wish it were a little more. Maybe for Remembrance Day? — Valdosta Quitman Everybody’s talkin’ about Canada—not as much as […]

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What do I know about Queens? Besides every goddamn splinter in the boardwalk between Beach 116th and Beach 88th streets, and the memory of the mysteries (to a little kid) of Spanish girls at Playland, not too much. If that’s still a little more than, say, a “neighborhood blogger,” well… I thought that all city […]

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