#new dorp

[wanderingnewyork]

New Dorp, #Staten_Island

[i-think-pictures]

[toytanks]

new gender music alert ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[petluck]

"Late nights with Black Israelites, white women singing under diner lights.

I got a baseball bat, never hit home runs."

[rudyboxman57]

ASTERDORP de Strip : Hier zat mijn oma Olivier met haar acht kinderen en woonde hier op nr 95.

ASTERDORP een dorp voor asocialen of ontoelaatbaren zoals Keppler van de Amsterdamse woningbouw dat schreef rond 1915 foto serie 1

#Asterdorp #Amsterdam #Strip #Nederland #holland

[mail-me-a-snail]

what the fuck is a wingmate hold on. did sniper possess me i meant wingman

trying so hard 2 be my irl's wingmate but he just told me his crush doesn't like portal 2

[germanpostwarmodern]

The former German capital Bonn was the center of architect Ernst van Dorp’s (1920-2003) private and professional life: between the 1950s and 1990s he realized some 55 projects in his hometown, two-thirds of his entire oeuvre. Van Dorp was one of the early postwar architecture students at TH Karlsruhe and as enrollment fee he had to provide some 2,000 bricks collected from surrounding bomb sites as Germany lay in ruins after WWII. In 1948 a semester project initiated by Egon Eiermann landed him the best score and a stipend for the MIT in Cambridge. The following year Van Dorp thus spent in the USA and really made the most of it as he got to meet Walter Gropius, Mies van der Rohe and Frank Lloyd Wright. But although Gropius at the end of his term offered him to continue his studies at MIT he declined and returned to Bonn, the new capital of West-Germany.

For a recent article about Ernst van Dorp, published by ModerneRegional, Verena Pfeiffer-Kloss visited a number of the architect’s early buildings and fittingly establishes that they convey a sense of the 1950s Federal Republic: buildings like the Sparkasse Bonn HQ or the Kaiser Apotheke pair solidity with playful details and give expression to the Wirtschaftswunder prosperity. In the 1960s and 1970s Van Dorp increasingly has to deal with the large form, e.g. in the cases of the Sieglar Town Hall, the Rathaus Center in Ludwigshafen or the Bonn Science Center, tasks that he convincingly solves by juxtaposing horizontal and vertical building sections. At the same time his designs reflect contemporary trends in architecture like the wide-ranging use of exposed concrete or fully glazed reflective facades. Sadly some of them have already been demolished as records the present book that still is the only book-length overview of the architect’s oeuvre: Andreas Pellens’ monograph „Ein Bonner baut: Ernst van Dorp 1950-2000“, published by Bouvier in 2002. The book collects more than 50 buildings which are all presented in period photographs and brief texts. Unfortunately plans are not included and thus the book primarily serves as a foray through Van Dorp’s work that would benefit from a proper scientific treatment.

[batmanego]

the enforcer from new dorp new york just arrived

[tieganhomg1]

24/7 Junior Solos-

3rd- Unknown Control- Ansley Matchack, New Dorp New York- Dakota Casteel &

2nd- Like A River Runs- & Crossing Over- Reese Braga & Constellations- Charlotte Brayman

1st- Flown From The Ashes- Avery & ?

[hazem02]

It`s my words ...

Its my words…

feelings never i`v got before…

feelings never i`v felt to any one…

as i`m feeling now to you….

just when i think about you…

just when i see you…

even when i write to you…

at the time when my words hugs your eyes…

it sails so deeply into your eyeball…

to sneak away with no choice…

escape from me to travel there to you…

there into your heart…

to live to the closset veins into your heart…

to hug every blood`s dorp which flow out from your heart…

to keep living inisde you wherever you go…

even into your dream…

in spite of the space between us….

sweetheart…

as i told you….

never felt before…

never got like those feelings to any one…

as i`m feeling now about you…

and thats why, im writing to you…

writing with every new morning…

only to you….

hazem al…

[wanderingnewyork]

New Dorp, #Staten_Island

[builttextough]

Charles Margiotta

1,000 meter Row

20 Power Cleans (135/95 lb)

1,000 meter Row

20 Power Snatches (135/95 lb)

1,000 meter Row

20 Thrusters (135/95 lb)

1,000 meter Row

his Firefighter Hero WOD is dedicated to Charles Margiotta, FDNY, Battalion 22, who was killed on September 11, 2001.

There’s a story — so old it must be true — about the time some wannabe hardcase was trying to pick a fight at Demyan’s Hofbrau in Stapleton, another piece of Staten Island that isn’t here anymore.

“You Chuck Margiotta?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard you were tough. You don’t look so tough.”

The guy took a swing. Mr. Margiotta took it, and turned back to face his attacker, who braced for the mayhem that was certain to follow. “If that’s the best you’ve got,” Mr. Margiotta told him, “you better sit next to me and have a beer.”

Lt. Charles (Chuck) Margiotta was a tough guy — a football player, movie stuntman and 20-year veteran of the Fire Department — long before the morning of Sept. 11, when he heard the news on his truck radio and drove to the nearest firehouse in time to jump on the rig with the guys from Rescue Co. 5 in Concord. Now, he is among the thousands missing as a result of the attack on the World Trade Center.

But beneath his forbidding exterior — the stern facade, the tattoos and 240 pounds of muscle — was a gardener who nurtured tomato plants alongside Ladder Co. 85 in New Dorp; a caring neighbor who ran into the street in his pajamas to help an elderly woman who had fallen; a loving father who coached his kids’ basketball, softball and soccer teams.

“He was the nicest tough guy I ever met,” said Jimmy Ernst, a classmate at Monsignor Farrell High School. For every burning building he ran into, there are three stories about the college student who brought stranded classmates home at Thanksgiving; the Samaritan who plowed every sidewalk on the block when it snowed; the hunter who stopped to give mouth-to-straw-to-beak resuscitation to a bird that had fallen from a tree.

“He was the champion of the underdog,” said his brother, Mike. “If you were the kid nobody wanted in a choose-up game, you wouldn’t be his last pick. You’d be his first pick.”

Mr. Margiotta, 44, lived most of his life on the same block in Meiers Corners, where he knew everyone by name. He played football almost as long — at Monsignor Farrell, where he was a hard-blocking tight end and a member of the National Honor Society; at Brown University, where he was an undersized nose guard, and later for the Fire Department team and in the Staten Island Touch Tackle League. When Brown’s 1976 Ivy League champions were honored at their 20th reunion, his teammates chose Mr. Margiotta to speak for them.

But football wasn’t his first sport. He was an indefatigable outdoorsman, having learned to hunt and fish at an early age. “That was his passion,” said his father, Charles Vito. “If you were in the woods, lost, you wanted to be with Chuck.”

Marriage and children didn’t curb that enthusiasm for the outdoors. He just rearranged his schedule, often leaving in the dead of night to go hunting, so he could be home to coach a soccer game later that day. He was the youth basketball director at St. Rita’s R.C. Parish in Meiers Corners.

After graduating Brown with a double major in English and sociology, Mr. Margiotta worked for General Motors before being called by the Fire Department in 1981. He was first in his class at probie school and worked 15 years at Ladder Co. 40 in Harlem, earning eight departmental citations. After his promotion to lieutenant in 1996 he was assigned to Staten Island’s 22nd Battalion, and spent the bulk of that time as an interim lieutenant at Ladder Co. 85.

At the time of his death, the paperwork had just been finalized on his permanent assignment to Ladder Co. 83 in Westerleigh. In his “spare” time, Mr. Margiotta found time to work as a stuntman in dozens of feature films, including “Hannibal”; as a private investigator, and for 20 years as a substitute school teacher for the New York City Board of Education.

“He wasn’t happy,” his brother said, “unless he was doing four things at once.” He was driving home from Brooklyn after working a “mutual” for another officer Sept. 11 when he heard the news on the radio, turned off the Staten Island Expressway and found the Rescue Co. 5 truck ready to go.

His wife was working, so Mr. Margiotta called his mother from the speeding rig, concerned that because he wasn’t on a duty roster, nobody would know where he was.

By then, the men from Rescue Co. 5 were minutes from the World Trade Center, close enough to see the horror awaiting them.

[merakiui]

MERA MERA NEW AZUL BDAY CARD JUST DORP FIEJCKDMD

WHY HE ALWAYS HAS HIS SEDUCTIVE EXPRESSION OML LIKE IK UR A DAMN OCTOPUS BUT MAYBE YOUR CHARMS LITERALLY FROM A SIREN DIDNDKDMDKDEMMD

IM DOWN SO DAMNN BAD FOR HIS NEW BDAY CARD ON JP

OH…. OOOOHHHH……… OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HIS EXPRESSION OMG… AZUZU IS BREATHTAKING!!!! Always so smug… I’m hoping the groovy image will show a happy Azul and he won’t look miserable or irritated three birthdays in a row. But even then, if it’s misery, he will still look so good. OTL

In conclusion:

[lifescare]

warnings for cheating, divorce, hearing loss, injury, car accident , drug dealing ( ???? ) . please note that the hearing loss portion is based off mun's own experience. i'm not a doctor, but i did try to get the technical mumbo jumbo as correct as i could ( i'm just a thirl ) so if there's any concern regarding portrayal, please reach out privately. <3

FULL NAME            bryce alexander archer.

BIRTHDAY              april 1st ( 22 ) . 

BIRTHPLACE          san carlos, california.

GENDER                   cis male ?

OCCUPATION     college student / public menance.

BUILD                     slim. like a baby dear.

HAIR COLOR         brown .

EYE COLOR           brown.

HEIGHT                  6’1

PARENTS               nicholas ( fc tbd ) + faith ( fc tbd ) .

SIBLINGS        1 sibling , 1 step sibling .

PETS                    zodiac ( dog ) .

beginnings  are  easy  ----  girl  meets  boy,  boy  meets  girl,  they  fall  in  love  and  do  what  all  high  school  sweethearts  think  they  have  to  do:  get  married,  have  kids,  live  a  little  picket  fence  life  after  that.  and  they  did  ..  kind  of.  nicholas  and  faith  met  in  freshman  english  and  as  luck  would  have,  at  that  point,  the  rest  was  history.  they'd  never  spent  more  than  two  weeks  apart  and  when  they  graduated,  faith  followed  him  to  a  large  school  to  play  football  —  and  by  the  time  they  graduated,  she  was  pregnant  with  their  first  child:  esme.  when  nicholas  got  an  office  job  and  spent  …  possibly  more  time  than  necessary  at  the  office,  there  wasn't  much  she  could  do.  he  was  actively  disinterested  in  her  and  their  daughter  ----  cue  bryce,  the  fix  it  baby.  kind  of  (  not  really  )  .

his  essential  purpose  was  to  save  a  dying  marriage.  and  it  worked,  for  a  time.  nicholas  was  spending  more  time  at  home  with  the  new  baby  around.  all  was  well.  until  it  wasn't  —  receipts  to  dinners  she  never  went  to,  emails  on  their  shared  computer,  hair  ties  in  his  car  that  weren't  hers.  and  faith  was  livid  ----  who  wouldn't  be,  after  all?  she  divorced  him.  and  naturally,  with  two  kids,  there's  a  custody  battle:  it's  nasty.  she's  upset,  he's  worse  because  he's  hotheaded  as  hell.  eventually,  the  idea  is  for  them  to  split  half  the  year  in  california  (  where  nicholas  lives,  his  company  is,  etc  )  and  new  york  (  where  faith  has  family  and  eventually  returns  to  )  .  it  worked,  kind  of.

the  thing  is,  faith  never  got  over  it.  eventually  it  turned  into  disinterest  into  her  own  kids,  as  bad  as  they  sounds.  by  the  time  bryce  was  4,  nicholas  was  granted  custody  full  time  after  faith  all  but  relinquished  her  rights.  he  didn't  understand  it  at  the  time,  but  he  was  closer  to  his  father  anyway,  so  it  was  fine.  they  were  attached  at  the  hip.  bryce  would  scream  and  cry  during  kindergarten  dorp  off,  and  be  a  wreck  by  the  time  he  came  to  pick  him  up  during  the  day.  it  was  bad  lowkey.  however,  it  was  also  his  own  foreshadowing  for  the  future  …. 

all  things  considered,  their  childhood  was  great  —  thanks  to  the  wealth  nicholas’  job  brought  and  moving  up  the  ranks  within  the  company,  constant  trips  to  disney  and  doing  things.  was  spoiled,  though  his  sister  took  advantage  of  it  more  than  bryce  ever  did.  an  adhd  kid  and  diagnosed  at  age  11,  he  likes  the  way  he  can  expend  all  his  energy  into  his  after  school  programs  and  things,  and  be  able  to  fall  asleep  at  night  with  only  slight  melatonin.  was  lowkey  kind  of  a  hobby  -  hopper  -—  a  try  everything  once  kind  of  kid,  and  bryce  knows  what  he  likes,  and  they  stick  with  it.  from  little  league  baseball  to  soccer  to  pottery  to  coding,  he  literally  tried  everything  —  then  came  theatre.  the  idea  of  slipping  into  another  mindset  and  playing  essential  pretend  was  more  than  enough  for  him  to  thrive  within  their  small  community  and  then  some. 

high  school  was  …  well.  high  school.  went  to  a  charter school,  one  focused  on  the  arts  and  sciences  more  than  an  actual  curriculum.  it  was  where  bryce  thrived.  socially,  academically,  semi  -  professionally - ISH.

CAR  ACCIDENT   +  INJURY   +   HEARING  LOSS      /      bryce  was  16  when  they  finally  got  their  driver's  liscence,  and  thus,  a  car  (  thanks,  nepotism  money!  )  .  he  was  returning  home  from  a  later  than  usual  football  practice  when  he  was  t-boned  by  a  car  who  wasn't  pay  attention.  bryce's  own  car  was  flipped  onto  it's  side  and  pushed  several  feet  when  the  other  car  wouldn't  stop  —  air  bags  deployed,  though  that  didn't  stop  his  own  head  from  impact.  if  you'd  asked  him,  as  soon  as  he  was  out  of  the  car,  he  was  all  fine  and  dandy.  reality  check:  he  wasn't  —  concussion,  temporal  bone  fracture,  post  concussion  syndrome.  it  wasn't  a  fun  time. 

HEARING  LOSS      /      due  to  the  impact  and  fracture  within  his  right  ear,  bryce  was  diagnosed  with  hearing  loss  (  sudden  sensorineural  hearing  loss  in  particular,  in  his  right  ear  )  .  for  lack  of  better  words  and  ease  of  understanding,  he  has  about  40%  left  of  his  hearing  in  his  right  ear  thanks  to  the  fracture  and  damage  of  the  nerve  cells  within  the  ear  canal.  despite  this,  bryce  tries  to  continue  his  life  as  normal.  normal  school  (  or  –  as  normal  as  it  can  be  with  your  siblings  hovering  over  you  )  ,  normal  activities,  no  need  for  adjustments.  you  tell  your  family  you've  got  this,  not  to  worry,  and  don't  look  to  meet  them  in  the  eye.  tries  his  best  and  in  a  fuck  you  rachel  berry  moment  —  applies  to his  dream  school,  nyu  tisch.  it’s  a  big  jump.  less  than  a  year  and  a  half  out  from  his  accident  (  "the"  accident,  as  bryce  continues  to  refer  to  it  )  and  he's  already  talking  like  he's  going  to  move  across  the  damn  country  (  and  wants to  )  .  it's  not  like  new  york  is  unfamiliar  to  him,  but  in  a  different  realm,  he'd  never  been  there  by  himself,  for  extended  periods  of  time.  bryce  argued  that  this  is  how  an  artist  grows,  this  is  how  he  becomes  who  he  is,  or  whatever  lindsay  lohan's  character  in  confession's  says.  his  parents  disagreed,  but  bryce  is  stubborn,  and  there  was  no  changing  his  mind. 

he  doesn’t  get  in  ----  but  that’s  how  legends  are  made,  after  all,  so  he  moves  to  new  york  city  anyway.  and  the  change  is  astronomical.  maybe  not  to  some,  but  for  someone  who  is  still  adjusting  to  how  he  is  now?  it  was,  indeed,  a  bad  idea.  he  had  a  year  lease,  and  within  that  time?  a  legend  dies  rather  than  is  born.  as  stubborn  as  he  is,  he  came  eventually  relented  to  his  father’s  pleas  to  return  home. 

as friendly as he is, he's very afraid of … just about everything, especially now that this is happening. he's skittish and kind of like a stray cat. though, if he likes you, he truly never shuts the fuck up. genuinely a kind guy, though he tends to have foot - in - mouth disease and says the wrong thing all the fuckin' time. doesn't think before he speaks, and rarely thinks at all. his grades are not the best but we shant be speaking about that.

definitely favors his left ear, and will turn to face whoever it is speaking in that direction, even if it is a bit odd looking. he’s not completely deaf in his right ear, but the tinnitus often wins out, and bryce doesn’t bother to fight it anymore. has been working on learning sign languange, but the adhd demons.

intense hyperfocus when he likes something, or is invested. can, will and has tuned everyone in a crowded room completely out until it’s done. has that adhd rage, i’m afraid. he’s come a long way to control it, but sometimes it’s just too much. tends to switch to different topics all within one conversation, and lowkey has a motor mouth.

has been doing theatre since middle school, really. both local and school productions, but mostly high school once he began attending that charter school. he excelled and tended to be quite the little show off, evne if he didn’t mean to be. was the lead in .. quite a few of his school productions. i’ll make a list eventually.

his family is .. rich. but he definitely doesn’t act like it. outside of the whole school + family trips thing, he doesn’t seem like it. will spoil his friends and loved ones anyway, bc his mom tries to shove money onto him all the time and he doesn’t know what to do with it. will jokingly buy you a new car, send you on a trip to cabos or pay for 10 packages of those fancy packaged strawberries.   speaking of money ---- bryce hasn’t spoken to his mom in years, but that doesn’t stop her from sending checks upon checks of money, thanks to her own career in the fashion industry. 

constantly on that damn zoom … wants to be an actor, so he’s been auditioning for literally everything. even things he doesn’t fit. he gets into the zoom and they’re like hello? and he’s just like hii ^.^ and they close the room or something.

a gleek and a swiftie. like pick a struggle? he’s an evermore guy but also 1989.  is the guy in the room to be like “they played this on glee..” like i’m sure! get a hobby!

has no filter, whatsoever. tends to say out of pocket things without meaning too, and doesn’t entirely convey when he’s joking. more often than not, he’s being entirely sincere. he’s funny, but he can be a little bit of a try hard. laugh please.

has not driven since the accident. if anyone asks, he just says he ‘prefers to support the economy by using uber’ (?????) or public transport. has nightmares about the accident, constantly, and doesn't tell anyone about them. he’s embarrassed, lowkey, and doesn’t quite remember them — so it’s like. what would i even say? he’s a tad bit afraid to admit his hearing is getting worse. he’s been asking others to repeat themselves more often , his tinnitus is getting noticeably bad , migraines are starting to occur far more often.

uses theatre as a way to cope with his trauma ---- he delves into other people to see new perspective and coping skills, though they're not always the healthiest nor do they make the most sense. it's what he knows, it's what he's good at, and he doesn't see a reason to stop – only a reason to adapt, even if he isn't happy about it.

[mtaartsdesign]

We are excited to bring new permanent artwork by Keri Sheheen to SIR New Dorp station in Staten Island. “Creeping On Where Time Has Been” honors the borough’s historical architecture and natural landscape, including imagery of notable structures, such as the Vanderbilt Mausoleum and New Dorp Beach bungalows, as well as local flora and fauna. Sheheen researched the station area with the Historic Richmond Town Archive and New York Transit Museum Archive for images and took firsthand accounts from her mother of growing up in New Dorp, where Sheheen also went to high school and currently resides.

Noting the presence of ivy-covered farmhouses that date prior to the 1960s development of suburban housing in the historical photographs, Sheheen created a visual pattern to connect the laminated glass windows (on both sides of the station house portico) and metal railings (lining the walkway to the new elevator on the Tottenville bound platform). The artwork title, a line from the poem “The Ivy Green” by Charles Dickens, is an allusion to the ivy motif that symbolizes the persistence of time and nature’s substantial presence on Staten Island despite manmade developments.

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