Late last sum­mer our neigh­bor­hood end­ed up being named Olde Rich­mond after an abortive meet­ing in which an estab­lished orga­ni­za­tion stat­ed its inten­tion to absorb our human resources. So instead of Flat­iron, which many of the locals call this tri­an­gle between Fish­town prop­er and Port Rich­mond, we got Olde Rich­mond, which is embar­rass­ing beyond words.

In light of this and the forth­com­ing Con­stan­tines album, I plan on refer­ring to where I live as Kens­ing­ton Heights. Let’s see if it catch­es on. Real­tors, be on alert: Port Fish­ing­ton is the stu­pid­est thing you’ve come up with lately.

Also, when search­ing the unfor­tu­nate­ly named ORCA, I hap­pened across a very rea­son­able blog, Kens­ingdel­phia. Its author seems to be some­one who’s nei­ther a pro-growth nut, nor a ‘more pow­er to the gen­tri­fiers’ type guy, which is refresh­ing since most things I read by nu-Fish­town­ers reek of the sort of enti­tle­ment which stank up Williams­burg back when I lived there five years ago.

Maybe I’ll start try­ing to attend ORCA meet­ings! I can get caught up here!