#Brooklyn Battery Tunnel

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Sure, buildings can be moved, but a whole street? But that's what they were doing on June 22, 1949 just north of Battery Park. Edgar Street, a very short thoroughfare between Greenwich St. and Trinity Place, was moved 30 feet north to make room for the approaches to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, then under construction. It was reconstructed to have two lanes separated by an island.

Photo: Dan Grossi for the AP

[webdiggerxxx]

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[mtaartsdesign]

Mary Miss’ “Framing Union Square” (1998) at 14 St-Union Sq (4,5,6,L,N,Q,R,W) station invites viewers to look below the surface to the history of a place. Miss worked with architect Lee Harris Pomeroy, using the rehabilitation of Union Square station as an opportunity to uncover hidden structural elements, cables, and conduits — some of which were still functional, and others that were replaced by new improvements. Old decorative work reappeared during construction, including mosaics, pilasters, name plaques, and six terra cotta eagles from the 1904 station that were presumed lost. With bright red frames, Miss brings these treasures to the surface while also highlighting more subtle points of interest: a bolt, a fragment of ancient-looking mosaic, a piece of rusted steel cable.

R.M. Fischer’s "Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel Clock" (1992) crowns the top of the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel's (formerly known as the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel) historic Manhattan ventilation building and vehicle entrance. The clock marks the transition from city streets to tunnel entrance, announces time, and optimistically welcomes commuters day and at night. The artwork responds to the ornate character and large scale of the site while remaining compatible with the historic character of the tunnel ventilation building’s "Depression Modern" architecture.

Miss and Fischer were recently featured in “Pioneers of Public Art, New York in the 1980’s and 90’s,” a public talk organized by the Battery Park City Authority.

📸1: MTA A&D/Rob Wilson, 2: Paul Warchol, 3-4: Battery Park City Authority

[jellykittycatsmeowclarinet]

i didnt smoke weed today for the first time in like… weeks and i had the most vivid dream. I think it meant I am feeling like a bad friend to my old old friends (i lost my sam ring given to me by sam 8 years ago when our friendship low key was first beginning) and that I need to go to gravesend this week and get away.

I was working at this party in the middle of brooklyn but also in reality probably tribecca but it was in this liminal space that was like a really tall hill that resembled hollywood hills grew in the middle of brooklyn that was heavily built up and you needed to take a highway to get out of.

Earlier that day I was asked by Sam and Sophie if I was busy but all I said was that I was and not why. So part of my job was that I had to pick something up… not sure what. So I borrow Mollies car (Mollie seemingly was also working this event which by the way- was packed full of people like a sea if people like rush hour on any train that leads to jay street- in a way i literally haven’t experienced since high school. Like actually my face was in some mans gross chest consistently.) and the car is a dark blue older looking convertible like one that looks like a cute shoe. But it doesnt start easily at all and the ride out of the party is like thanksgiving day parade paced and it seems like I cant tell if thats the packed party’s fault of the cars fault. But whatever because as I am so caught up starting the car I realize there is a girl that got in my passenger seat trying to leave- she had a daughter in her hand and later tells me she was 17 when she had the baby but the baby was only 3 so she is still younger than me. I try to not he rude because shes a young girl with a young daughter and she needs a way out and it seems like something people do considering you can only drive out of the party. So as I am reachinv the exit is where I run into Sam and Sophie. They are sitting at a bar counter with a group of people for a birthday party like waiting to get into the rest of the party and they did not even talk to me or say hi enough to know I was working the event but instead they give me the cold shoulder- which i am sad about but Im also like they didnt even ask me what i was up to or why i was here or act excited to have run into me which at first I was because i was like okay this is serendipitous… but instead they cold shoulder me and I just shrug it off even tho I do get kinda sad. Next though this random girl i didnt realize also hopped in the convertible in the back gets out and links w them. and I drive out of the party and immediately into a tunnel that looks like the battery park city tunnel and through to the brooklyn side where the girl and her daughter low key disappear around the gas station under the BQE.

But, before the girl and her daughter (who she is holding in her arm like a basketball the whole ride out btw) leave I'm like, God that was so weird I just cant go back I’ll have to get Mollie later (since I have her car even) I need to go to graves end instead and then to the beach to look at the water. The girl however does not know where it is and in my abstracted dream map of brooklyn that entire neighborhood and the beach are where like dumbo would be- when I tell her where it is I say like on the west side of brooklyn” …wut? whatever anyways then I start driving there after shes low key disappeared even tho i did expect her to come with me and did not really realize when she got out and I wake up on the couch like damn. :( because my ring is gone and i can feel where it used to be on my finger and I dont even remember falling asleep on the couch and now all the lights around me are off.

[caffeinism404]

The Trip Back

oh the betrayal

my eyes must have shown on that horrible morning, when i woke you up.

leonine March outside the window, unflinching downpour, did not drown out the leering desperation i prayed would not creep into my voice.

i left alone, little storm cloud, bottled and stoppered and rolling quickly down church ave.

then later, on the bus,

i’m red-hot and fuming up ocean pkwy. how can i not wrestle with it? you bruised my body and my ego, face contorted as with acid or rage, or heartbreak.

in battery park i clattered down and out and turned myself homewards.

staring into the eyes of ten thousand fatigued commuters too tired to care or notice i swallowed tears and cried out instead:

i will not look backwards i am on the express track now

i don’t care do not come near me

i bite

i am not the brooklyn bridge or the carey tunnel nothing between us connects and even if it did i am not meeting you on that shore.

then, the 4 to union sq tosses me to and fro, salad spinner journey. my body is sea glass in the ocean. i tumble out on 1st, all smoothed over. okay.

okay. i make up my mind:

i am grateful to have known warm toast with butter and slices of dried orange, so holy, so devoted.

and i am grateful to have known you.

[ourladyofomega]

Before writing this final post of 2023, I was undecided of how good of a poker hand I’d end up with. ‘21 and ‘22 left no doubt what I finished with. This year, all the good and bad have scattered all over the place like chips spread across the roulette table - but we don’t usually play that game here, do we? No, we don’t. This year added on both the good and bad on top of the previous years before it - in even wider disparity.

So, where do we start?

The bad hit a little harder than it did last year. The customers were at their nastiest, competitive, and most egotistical. Having a verbally and emotionally abusive sales manager who saw fit to humiliate me in front of co-workers and literally yell at me for anything little reason he could didn’t help any. Fighting through under-staffing, wasted potential, not getting assistance when it really mattered, and making more mistakes and fuck-ups than ever made for a highly controversial final year at physical retail.

I pulled the plug on people I once considered “friends” who kept me on read when I asked for help, ghosted me during conversations, left me hanging all by myself as their comrades pretended I didn’t exist, and didn’t care about specific situations I had involving them. The spicy redheaded devil who played apologist for her closest friends - the same “friends” in the past who took me for everything they could and left a thick irreplaceable poison that’s still flowing in me. Or worse, unexpectedly running into former enablist co-workers, narcissistic managers, and manipulative college chads showing their obvious “oh-my-god!” faces and wanting to catch up with me. I told them to fuck right off forever - and never to speak to me again.

Luckily, I didn’t have as many hard pills to swallow like I used to. But, the sometimes unavoidable news of potentials’ long-suffering loneliness ending with exciting one-night stands, abrupt t.m.i., and their eye-opening bucket list to-do’s (that’d make Sasha Grey look like a straight-A honor student) made it a disappointing no-dice situation. Then, the deeper depressive spells of anxiety and hopelessness. The constant reminder of how rude, childish, and unnecessarily rude other people are around me. The change of plans, the blown calls of missing out on some holidays, or dropping the ball on attending some major shows (Alice Cooper headlining with Rob Zombie, Ministry, and Filter for one). The worst news came unexpectedly in late September when my sis- was dealt the Ace Of Spades and died in her sleep from complications of multiple sclerosis. I lost a major childhood component in her, and that visit to Bay Ridge will resonate with me for a long time.

Yes. This year’s losses were just more frequent and came at a slightly heavier cost. (Thankfully, not coming down to another personal devastation.) But, with every loss came with a win. And, wow, did these wins hit.

A brand new pinball arcade opened up in Patchogue to my total surprise, once again giving me a new portal in revisiting my Atari / Nintendo youth and forget my daily ills. It was there when I placed 3rd at their 4th of July tournament. The retro video arcade at the shopping center near me still offered a substantial modicum of hours-long fun until I was sick of it.

Though I lost my sister, I had some super essential moments with both of my families from Coney- and Staten Island respectively. I just celebrated an amazing Christmas over Italian foods, Secret Santas, gift-trades, and children screaming in eardrum-rattling unison; all ending with $100.00 cash-in-hand from my uncle, and a drive through the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel to the train ride home to Penn Station. Fighting through the sluggish three-hour Friday rush-hour drive made getting to my cousin’s engagement party totally worth it; decorated with loud generic dee-jay standards, catching up under clear starry night skies, and having a near two-hour AM night-drive home over the Verrazzano Bridge and through the Brooklyn / Queens / Long Island Expressway.

I’ve attended some amazing shows in the past, but nothing would ever compare in experiencing Skinny Puppy’s final tours. I took no chances getting tickets and, holy Mother Mary, I made the right call. I would’ve never imagined meeting up with five other mutuals (some following me for years) in my hometown of New York City to witness industrial history. The best? Shaking hands with God Ministry’s Paul Barker himself; The Hero of All Heroes. He signed my copy of The Eternal Present as I almost died before him at the merch- table. I also attended Cold Waves XI and scratched Front Line Assembly off the must-see list, with visions of Hospital Productions’ 20th returning when I witnessed Orphx and Justin Broadrick a second time.

Then, my position. My final two months at my location were the toughest, meanest, and most unforgiving I’d ever put myself through. I endured so much that something had to be done because I knew I deserved better and didn’t want to live like this. So, I did a massive favor to myself. After 10 years with the company, I celebrated by getting an in-home position for virtual sales. I left all the massive amounts of stress behind and still stayed with the company while keeping my 401K, medical, and time-off in the process. Goodbye and good riddance to physical retail and the toxic undesirables that inhabit it…never to visit it again.

As an added bonus, I learned a lot more about myself and became the person I always wanted to be. I was fortunate in having the right people who changed it all and their inexplicable energy made me block those challenging persistent feelings of hollowness and despair. I taught myself to drop my guard, stop fearing the worst that could happen, and start putting my trust in people as nothing was at stake. That paid off in multitudes. I felt things I couldn’t before, because they allowed me to open up without persecuting or vilifying me for it.

I had more moments where I did great things for great people because they gave me nice ideas that were out-of-the-ordinary. Cakeday and Christmas boxes full of CDs, cassettes, and other fun stuff were exchanged which left two people wowed and many others in critical condition. Plenty of night-time phone calls were had about everything and nothing important at all, or the cries of concern that made me go all-in to help the other because there’s no taking chances. Most importantly: reciprocation, saying it right from the heart, a giving what people really want because you feel it and it’s the right thing to do.

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Now, what’s in the cards for next year?

I plan to revisit New York City more frequently. To start, I’m coming back to my childhood, and that all in Brooklyn. The Tokeneke, Bath Ave., Shore Road Park, Luna Park, and ultimately Borough Park where it all began. I’m even contemplating a mini-record store victory tour next year - all city. Long Island locales sit out this time as select Brooklyn and Manhattan stops better get ready for me and accept my hard-earned money. This would be Lina Romay-proportions of music porn if this happens.

As for everything else Omega, there’s no signs of slowing down as my radio show started Year 12. Its previous year had almost no bonus broadcasts from start to finish, but the current stockpile of artists and sounds across the board means I’m ready to unload when asked. The months-long process of digitizing my entire personal cassette dub library has finally been completed, which means I’ll have more time to dive into all my records, tapes, and discs that I purchased over the years that I've yet listened to, but now will.

Which reminds me:

Most of you know that I maintained a music -blr here: Ω+. I became an open-book and allowed my visitors, followers, mutuals, and even passers-by a peek into my personal life, listening, and purchasing habits. To this day, I still believe there’s no other extensive music blog like it here. It felt great posting sounds, artists, and releases no one else even thought or considered. I had so much fun with it and became one of the most exciting projects I ever done. Life-changing, even. Now, I no longer have the time or energy to keep up with sizeable, timely write-ups while staying on top of infinite music finds and dealing with Real-Life Syndrome.

I decided that it’s time to end it after 10 years of maintaining it.

However, I didn’t want to stop doing what still fascinates me. I stepped back, and realized that I can do it differently. I’m happy to say that I’m starting all over again and re-building it as Omega Remix (ΩRMX), a simpler, more stripped-down version of the original retaining the personal seasonal mixtapes, Omega WUSB playlists, best-of lists, personal posts, and more. No more numbered headers, no more aesthetic issues. It’ll be quicker and easier to do what keeps me going and in touch with anyone interested with what I’m listening to.

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I appreciate and thank (tremendously) everyone who joined up with me at a show, posted music finds, kept in touch, helped out, or did something nice for me this year. You know who you are. For any and all who liked, followed, and supported all things Omega, you’re also appreciated. Each and every one of you. Here's hoping we're still alive and dodge a massive authoritarian bullet by this year's end.

See you all in ‘24.

Winning hand: Aces full house over Deuces.

[hiphopraisedmetheblog]

BKGUDDA~ "BROOKLYN BATTERY TUNNEL" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

BKGUDDA’s latest release, “Brooklyn Battery Tunnel,” marks a significant entry into the realm of contemporary hip-hop. As the first artist signed to Conglomerate Entertainment, BKGUDDA is paving the way for a fresh sound while respecting the historical undercurrents of the genre. The official music video for “Brooklyn Battery Tunnel” captures the essence of urban life, particularly in Brooklyn,…

[dippedanddripped]

@BkGUDDA - “BROOKLYN BATTERY TUNNEL” (Official Music Video)

[carolap53]

Turning Tragedy into Triumph

TGIF Today God Is First Volume 2 by Os Hillman

09/11/2024

So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you (2 Cor 4:12). On 9/11/01, New York City firefighter Stephen Siller had just completed his shift when he heard on his truck’s scanner that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center towers. Siller quickly turned his truck around and attempted to drive back to Manhattan via the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel but found the entrance blocked by abandoned vehicles.  Desperate to join his elite Squad One brothers, Siller donned 75 pounds of fire gear and ran a mile-and-a-half through the tunnel, before an emergency vehicle picked him up and dropped him off at Tower Two. Siller had been orphaned at the age of 10 and raised by his much older brothers and sisters. Siller died that day trying to save others. He left behind a wife and five children. His story proved so inspirational that it became a legend in the newsrooms and firehouses of New York City.  His six siblings—who in many ways viewed Siller as a son, as well as a brother - found themselves grappling with a dilemma: should they allow the tragic circumstances of their brother’s death to paralyze and embitter them or use it as a catalyst to help others and preserve his memory? The Siller family chose the latter. Once they made that decision, and armed with no extraordinary wealth or political clout, the siblings combined forces to convince New York officials to close down the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel the last Sunday morning of each September and stage the "Tunnel to Towers Run" to commemorate their brother’s heroic last run. Each year since 9/11 tens of thousands of runners have retraced the steps of a hero. As part of the event 343 New York City firefighters, each representing a fallen comrade and holding an American flag, stand throughout the length of the tunnel. They are joined by firefighters from across the United States, each holding a poster-size picture of a firefighter who perished on 9/11. The Siller family has raised more than $1 million and donated the money to charities that benefit families of those affected by the 9/11 attacks. [1] This is a tribute to one heartbroken family who opted to channel its energy into triumph out of tragedy.

[nerdsworld]

NYPD & STATE POLICE Cracking Down On Fake Plates Before Congestion Pricing Kicks Off🚨

Triborough Bridge | Randalls Island

A few hours later cars,SUVs,trucks,vans were being carried away to the impound lot via tow trucks.

Last month they started the fake plates crackdown near the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.

Wednesday

05.01.2024

L.G

[bishopsbelova]

Looks like the church really is on Staten Island (TV wise speaking). Rewatching 8x20 where they're discussing a route taken from Staten Island to Brooklyn and using the Battery Tunnel to get into Manhattan. Sounds closely to be the route Liv took and Fin mentioning Staten Island.

Meaning there's a good possibly that Rollisi really did move their family to a house on Staten Island.

Guess they don't have to pay for babysitters anymore.

You know what? If that's true, I love that for them - but especially for Amanda. I know she's probably still working through her trauma from her own family and letting people in and help her; but she has a family that's actually going to be present.

It's most definitely loud and chaotic - but so different because it's also filled with love.

Amanda has people she can trust and count on and trust her kids with. 😭

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Workers and passersby in the Financial District gather along the wall surrounding the Manhattan entrance to the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel, May 25, 1950. They are watching the ceremonies marking the official opening of the tunnel. Officials and guests occupy the seats in the plaza, center.

Photo: Associated Press

[jonathanyob]

Tampa Tower Climb by the Tunnel to Towers Foundation

The Tunnel to Towers (T2T) Foundation is a nonprofit organization founded after the 9/11 attacks. Established in memory of Stephen Siller, a New York City firefighter who gave his life to save others on that tragic day, the foundation's mission is to honor his memory and that of countless others like him.

T2T raises funds through various events to support the families of fallen first responders and military service members. One such event is the Tampa Tower Climb, which celebrates the courage and sacrifice of FDNY firefighters by challenging participants to ascend the stairs of a skyscraper. The challenge mirrors Stephen Siller’s strenuous climb through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel to reach the Twin Towers on September 11.

The director of the Tower Climb in Tampa is Dustin Miller, who decided to bring the event to Florida after participating in other events organized by the foundation. The annual event has evolved into more than a simple fundraiser, becoming an opportunity for the local community to gather and honor the service of local firefighters, EMTs, military service members, and police officers.

The latest edition of the T2T Tower Climb in Tampa was held on October 21 at One Tampa City Center. Participants had to complete a 41-story climb, equivalent to 861 steps, with opportunities to stop on three designated floors.

Many T2T programs benefited from the money raised in the Tower Climb, including the Smart Home Program and the Fallen First Responder Home Program, which provides mortgage-free homes to those in need.

[anonuid]

Brooklyn–Battery Tunnel, 2023-05-11

[darth-caillic]

send a scene: chrys darrow + the battle of manhattan?

At this point, she would most likely be helping the Demeter cabin to protect the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel. It think she would also be blessing the Demigods' casualties like Silena.

Send me an OC’s name and a scene from their fandom and I’ll write about what they were doing during it.

[arrolyn1114]

This! And I know some people who are older than Gen Z also sometimes crack distasteful jokes which absolutely baffles me if you were alive for it.

It was an awful day. And it's hard to explain to someone who was not alive for it or too young to remember just how terrifying that day truly was. We didn't know when it would end, we had no idea how many more planes would be used as weapons. I have family in NY and I was scared shitless for them.

I started doing the Tunnel to Towers 5k in NYC with my family up there each year. It follows the footsteps of firefighter Stephen Siller who ran from the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel to the WTC in full gear. The organization supports families of the survivors.

And I have family members and friends who served in Afghanistan. My loved ones came home thankfully but not everyone's did.

2996 people went to bed on this night 22 years ago and did not live through tomorrow. Remember that.

Hey, I know Gen-Z likes to joke about 9/11 but some of us were alive for it and it was legit traumatizing so just FYI if you post any jokes about it tomorrow I'm blocking you. I know no one cares and frankly it's kind of gross that I feel like saying this might be inviting controversy or whatever, but you're not an edgelord for making fun of dead people you're just disturbing.

No, the racist attacks on Muslim Americans were absolutely not even remotely OK. And yes, the government and military responses were disproportionate and very much about greed and oil. I know because I spent the entire war protesting and educating people about why it needed to end and getting people to vote in every election and standing up for Muslim people. I also walked past the crater left by the twin towers regularly for years and the fliers on the fence in little plastic protector sheets of people looking for loved ones who were still missing.

Civilians died. Regular people who happened to be on vacation, or had a work meeting, or their bagel and donut cart spot was on that corner, or they were on the janitorial crew, or their office just happened to be there, or they were a firefighter who ran to the scene and never made it out. Making jokes about 9/11 won't change how many civilians died in Afghanistan and Iraq and Guantanamo. And their deaths also don't justify making fun of the civilians who died in the towers and on the planes. It also doesn't justify the cost that rescue workers still pay to this day because of the damage to their lungs that they can't get help for because they don't have healthcare and the Republicans struck down the bill to allot funding for them until it was too late for a lot of them. Some of us saw saw the 9/11 attacks in real time. Our lives stopped completely along with the rest of the country. Some us watched for days on TV while nothing else was on as firemen and rescue workers and desperate civilians were out there in the rubble with literal buckets trying to dig survivors out.

So yeah, I don't like what I've seen the last few years from people who didn't live through it and have made it a joke and if I see you posting callous, soulless jokes on Sept. 11th I'm blocking you and hope you take a look at your choices as a human being.