Now that I'm more comfortable with the large, sweeping changes, I've started to pick out smaller details about my new neighborhood, and how it contrasts with my previous one. Like the attorney-at-law offices with an 8 and 1/2 x 11" sheet of paper taped up in its storefront window, commemorating (in sloppy handwriting) the dates of birth and death of Tupac Shakur. (with photocopied picture from his 'All Eyez on Me' album cover art)

Or the absence of Boar's Head meat trucks, and the presence of dilapidated vehicles bearing sandwich meats from the more downscale Hansel & Gretel.

Or the fact that the bus stops feature schedules that have absolutely nothing to do with when the buses actually arrive. It feels like an elaborate prank engineered by one of those "situationist" artists who attempt to shake us out of our daily stupor by replacing McDonald's drive-thru menus with identically-designed ones featuring funny or politically-charged items.

Or the "Daily Specials" board at the Chinese/Mexican takeout restaurant around the corner from my apartment, featuring the following choices:

FRIED CHICKEN WINGS (4)
FRIED HALF CHICKEN
FRIED CHICKEN LIVER OR GIZZARDS
FRIED WHITING FISH (2)
FRIED CRAB STICKS (5)
FRIED SCALLOPS (12)
FRIED JUMBO SHRIMPS (5)
FRIED BABY SHRIMP (21)
FRIED CRISPY CHICKEN
FRIED CRISPY CHICKEN w/ GARLIC SC.
FRIED PORK CHOP (2)
FRIED BONELESS SPARE RIBS
FRIED SPARE RIB TIPS w/ GARLIC SC.
FRIED CRISPY CHICKEN WINGS w/ GARLIC SC.
FRIED CHICKEN NUGGET (10)
FRIED SEAFOOD COMBINATION
FRIED BANANA
FRIED BONELESS CHICKEN SANDWICH
FRIED FISH SANDWICH
FRIED PORK SANDWICH

I miss Park Slope a bit, but I think I missed it more when I was still living there.