"Good" Coffee Shops in New York City

There's good coffee and bad coffee. Which are you drinking?

New York City, August 2, 2015

weather review sky 080215★★★★ Sun gleamed on the paintjobs of a helicopter, a red car, a stubby airplane, another helicopter. A sunbather lay out on the roof of the new tower, which had acquired shrubs in planter boxes. The light was sharp and the heat with it was even sharper. Outside the Museum of Natural History, in the narrow dappled shade of some oaks, a stone bench baked unwary sitters with it stored-up heat. The shade in the Park was more substantial and effective. By a shaded outcropping of schist, mica glittered in the stone and the dust around it. The three-year-old attacked the rock face from above and below. Ants swarmed the wrappings of the cookies. The bridle path was strewn with fallen Cornelian cherries. A red-tailed hawk sat not very far above. A monarch butterfly fed on a patch of milkweeds, purple ones and red-budded ones opening into brilliant yell0w-orange. A short walk on the streets was much worse than the hours in the Park had been.

The People's Platform

vineweekFor roughly a hundred and twenty-five weeks, Worldstarhiphop.com—or WORLDSTARRRR!! as it’s known to anyone who’s been in a fight—has aggregated the best Vines into fifteen-minute blocks of video. These compilations, or “comps,” offer episodic glimpses into very time-specific moments in culture. Last week, the popular “What are thoooooose?!” meme was featured in its finest form: An elementary schooler calmly sets down his lunch bag, rubs his hands together and in complete, high-pitched glory, declares, “What are thooooose!” while pointing to another tiny classmate’s tiny shoes. It’s moments like these—comedically banal skits from everyday life—that thrive on Vine and make compiling the week’s best an obvious extension of the medium.

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Leandro Fresco, "Los Años Que Vivimos En Peligro"


Gosh, thus far today the Internet has been so shit-all awful that even seasoned veterans of terrible Internet days are mopping their brows and squinting into the distance, muttering, “I’ve never seen an Internet day so fucking worthless as this one here.” Let’s all take a deep breath and tell ourselves it’s got to get better. Usually that’s just a blatant lie, but honestly, with the shocking level of fuckitutde we have seen from the Internet since this morning, it can’t not be true. Nothing can continue to be this goddamn cataclysmically cavity-fucked. I think Isaac Newton proved that. Anyway, this Leandro Fresco track should be calming while we all gather ourselves together and look for things to be less bad. Enjoy.

“Ms. Dikeou is among the millions of people now turning to the animation snippets on phones to relay complex feelings and thoughts in ways beyond words and even photographs. That surge — tens of millions of the clips are sent every day on blogging site Tumblr alone — represents the next wave of mobile and visual communication, following the rise of photo-sharing services like Instagram and Snapchat, and the widening use of emoji…. They have become a mainstream form of digital expression, hugely popular with young audiences who never leave home without their smartphones.”#

Moments from True Detective Season 2 Episode 7, Ranked

10. Man describes another man as having “been around less the last three months than my wife’s period.”

9. Someone has sex with Colin Farrell because the show couldn’t end without that.

8. Woman white-knights a sex worker who was fine and happy and did not need saving, ruining her career.

7. When the sex worker says she did not need saving, woman continues to steamroll her, saying “I’m the only one who can get you out” and then threatens her: “You reach out to those men I’ll let them know you talked to a cop.”

6. Man says derisively to woman, “You see me managing an Applebees?” Woman says, “I worked at one once. They give you a shift meal.”

5. Woman says, “I think I might be unfair to people sometimes.”

4. Man tells man being blackmailed over his sexuality, “If you’d just been honest about who you are no one would be able to run you.”

3. Woman says a dark element of her past is “not something I talk about”; man tells her “that’s one of the things I admire about you.”

2. Woman tells another woman, “Maybe you were put on earth for more than fucking.”

1. Woman responds, “Everything is fucking.”

“It’s nice to walk out your door, and it doesn’t smell like a heaping pile of trash, like in Manhattan.#

Ami Shavit, "Alpha 1″


I don’t want it to be Monday any more than you do; hell, I don’t even want it to be August. August means September, and September leads to fall. And after autumn… I was walking along the river early yesterday evening and, watching the light still shining brightly on the water flowing by, it suddenly occurred to me that if I somehow make it through the next six months my only reward will be misery and cold and sunset before six. Winter waits patiently for summer to die and any joy you are able to extract from these hot, endless days is just fuel for the fire of its terrible, inevitable revenge. The darkness is not gone, it’s only resting. Anyway, good morning. Here is “an accidental new age record” aimed at instilling “a calm, relaxed and meditative mood associated with alpha brain waves.” Enjoy.

New York City, July 30, 2015

weather review sky 073015★★★★ Clear sun from the east met charcoal-gray clouds in the west. A short while later, the first shower had already wetted the streets and gone. A wheel of the scooter ran through a little clump of smoldering tobacco fibers on the damp sidewalk; a tiny rooster tail of water flared when the scooter crossed a decorated Con Edison manhole. The air felt pre-sweated into. The breeze off the river made a brave roar in the ears but carried less than one block inland. Ambient vapors made the phone’s touchscreen finicky. In the unfinished office, every crackle of the plastic sheeting sounded like driving rain. Real rain came again and left again, with the sun behind it. There was enough time to walk to lunch, but a lunch companion running a few minutes late came in rain-spattered. That rain passed too, and it began to feel as if the showers were being personally obliging, even as flood warnings thrummed through the 1 train—an illusion that lasted up to 66th Street, where exiting passengers cleared the turnstiles and stopped in shock, with audible exclamation. Rain was hammering the stairways, exploding into whiteness, the splash on each step going higher than the tread. A train pulling away drew the spray after it, over the crowd. People came down the stairs utterly drenched, clothes saturated and drooping. After a few minutes, the cataract seemed to have subsided to a mere downpour, enough to tempt escape. But if what was falling had diminished at all, it was fully offset by the swirling waters underfoot. Two blocks was enough to flood the shoes, while a renewed deluge soaked through the shirt and left hair wet to the scalp. The day-camp pickup would require a detour: dry t-shirt, dry socks, rubber-bottomed boots, and the rain jacket, with the child’s boots and rain jacket in a bag. In the minutes it had taken to pull the gear together, the barrage of rain had ceased. The sun began to burn through, and the waterproof equipment became pure encumbrance. What was running down the face now was sweat. Another cycle—or two?—would pass, with lightning and pelting water, before a compact but vivid sunset certified it was over.

"Good" Coffee Shops in New York City

Enjoy coffee, any coffee, while it lasts because coffee rust combined with climate change means you're going to be drinking Monster Energy for caffeine lololololSeven years ago, literally no one in New York even drank coffee, which was exclusively consumed and commented on by snobs on the West Coast, before the Cascadian Subduction Zone and drought forced everyone to move to Kansas. Now, through the miracle of trade, there is fancy—or fancy-seeming—coffee in every neighborhood in New York City, and even in some of its most miserable suburbs. Some of this Fancy Coffee is very good*! Most of it is not, although a number of diplomatic guides to good coffee in New York might make it seem otherwise. What follows is a proper categorization of most of the city’s “good” coffee shops—whether they are Actually Good, Perfectly Okay, or In Fact Bad—listed in no particular order.

Very Good Shops

Everyman Espresso (but the West Broadway location is the best)
Budin
Joe (Pro Shop only)
Hi Collar (if you pick the correct coffee, anyway, which, hint, NOT Porto Rico)
Culture Espresso (usually, but always if you get a cookie)
Parlor Coffee (I think so anyway!)
Boxkite (it was, anyway, though I haven’t been since its founding manager left, so ymmv)
Sweetleaf (at least, before it started roasting its own, so ymmv right now)
Abraco (not because of the coffee, though, which ranges from fine to bad)
Blue Bottle Siphon Bar (Chelsea location, and only the siphon bar)
Variety (uuuusually but it is only okay or even bad with enough occasion for me to remark upon it)

“He claimed he rides a motorbike to fight crime, protecting the public from knife crime and gang warfare. But we can reveal ‘The Renegade’, who said he lives near Nuneaton but in fact lives in a Leicestershire village, fabricated a number of claims about his activities. It’s understood he does plan to tackle criminals in the area – but isn’t currently able to because he has no bike and works in the evenings.”#