New York City is going to replace its ninety-six hundred or so public pay phones, which obviously nobody uses anymore because a) who even talks on the phone and b) on the occasions when people do speak into a small grill to transport their voices across time and space, it's typically one that they carry with them except c) people who can't afford miniature computers or the oppressively priced monthly service plans that allow them to work. They're going to be supplanted by some ten thousand "public communications structures" that will provide free Wi-Fi to anyone, so long as he or she stands close enough to view the [...]
It begins this afternoon around 2 p.m.
It ends Thursday at noon.
So set your "New York is the weather-complaining center of the world" social media presences at their loudest settings, for you will be wet and miserable and cold, and how can the rest of the world compete with that?
My understanding of what it means to be a publisher has been skewed ever since I first heard the word. My mom was reading A Wrinkle in Time to me—I must have been around 8—when she explained that my great-grandfather had published the book. She told me how Madeleine L'Engle had taken the story of Meg Murry, Charles Wallace, and Calvin O’Keefe to publisher after publisher, only to repeatedly be rejected. After being turned down by 26 or so houses, the book came to my mom’s grandfather, who read it and loved it, but "was afraid of it," L'Engle later said. He did say he would buy the book, [...]
If you are anything like me you will close every other tab just so you can watch this video of a young harbor seal frolicking in the sun and sand of Rockaway Beach without any possible interruption. Take your time, we'll be here when you get back.
The problem for living legends is that they have to live with their legends. This is especially so when their legend was a product of their youth and its mindset, which they outgrow, becoming legendary, but which you still see in them, knowing their legend much more than you know them. Imagine Achilles enfeebled. Imagine his pain and confusion if, having grown out of his strength, he looked still like a breaker of men.
Like this is Nas, who became famous with his second album, in 1996, but who made his name with his first album, "Illmatic," twenty years ago, and likes to rap about how he still [...]
"We are witnessing the loss of many neighborhood services, like grocery stores and laundromats, throughout New York. WE ALREADY HAVE A CHASE BRANCH AND A DUANE READE…" —WHAT DO WE WANT?
The Slits' cover of "Heard It Through The Grapevine" (a B-side, obviously) played over the speakers at Kim's Video & Music on 1st Avenue as a half-dozen early-afternoon browsers flipped through the vinyl. The ceiling, bifurcated into orange and purple halves shot through with yellow, hangs low, compressing the sound into a thick haze. "We don't really carry a lot of metal?" Julianne, one of the two college-aged clerks, told a patron who asked if Kim’s carried the band Death’s earlier stuff. "That's the only Death we have," gesturing toward the new release sections. Julianne, who is graduating from NYU in a few weeks, has been working [...]
Here's a look at how six great independent bookstores make it in the big city, which is actually a question I have always wanted answered. The Park Slope Community Bookstore has done it in part by catering to Park Slope's child-related needs, which seems obvious; BookCourt did it by buying their building and, eventually, the building next door. PowerHouse Arena, as anyone who goes to things knows, does it by tirelessly having things to go to (and lots and lots of space rental). The lovely Greenlight books did it through canny investment and fundraising and by being a bookstore where a bookstore was needed. And Sarah McNally of McNally [...]
Just 100 days into the de Blasio era, we have entered the trash-shaming era. The city is rolling out composting in parts of the city, including Park Slope, and today, the city will be showing off New Yorker's waste production. Um… Brought to you by Glad! Sponsored shaming! How odd. The family above displays a week's worth of landfill and recycling production.
By the end of the de Blasio era, we'll all be living on the subways anyway, wearing outfits created from all the trash we make. We'll all fight from scavenged tools in his Garbagedome. I can't wait! I'm going to win!
"Whatever it is, the truth remains: For every hanging or jumping, there’s someone out there in this city who didn’t kill himself — and likely would’ve given in to despair, if he’d been in Las Vegas, Houston or Atlanta." —Don't believe what you read in the New York Post; New Yorkers are less likely to kill themselves than people in other parts of the country, says the New York Post.
My thoughts on the Whitney Biennial are still… congealing (???), which is good! Usually I hit the Biennial and have a snap and often dismissive opinion. This one I actually… want to return again maybe? Meanwhile here is a thoughtful interview with one of the three curators, Michelle Grabner, who is also the first artist to serve in that capacity.
One thing I did note is that the queers 'n' homos showed really well, like Keith Mayerson (above) and Zoe Leonard and Gary Indiana—and so did the painters, which is always heartwarming.
One of Bloomberg's parting legislative gifts to New Yorkers, a ban on electronic cigarettes anywhere that analog (is that what the kids call it? idk) smoking isn't allowed, goes into effect today. This is a blessing for soft, pusillanimous vapers; they now have common cause with the genuinely aggrieved smokers of real cigarettes and the intriguing hit of illegality when they furtively puff indoors, their heads tilted low toward their belly, hand wrapped completely around their mechanical nicotine stick to obscure the glow from that stupid little light at the end of it.
Photo by Lindsay Fox
It was Christmas Day, my last day in Thailand, and I was looking for something to make my trip extra special. I roamed the streets of Chiang Mai, listening to Drake’s “The Motto” on my iPod, and I thought about how great those last few weeks had been, and how great the last few months had been in general. After four years on and off in New York City, I had made the decision to move to South Korea to teach English. Making the decision had been rough, and I had a hard time coming to terms with leaving the city. Brunches on Saturdays, partying in the evenings, smoking [...]
"This is a special feature from a UK programme 'The Tube' broadcast in the early 80's. The presenters are Jools Holland & Leslie Ash. This excerpt try's to give a brief insight into the current New York dance club scene. It features famous clubs such as the Paradise Garage, Danceteria, The Roxy and a quick outside look at the grunge/rock club CBGB." [Via]
Is East Village roastbeefaria This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef closed for good? That would be a shame, there are so many memories from our early days as a food vertical.
The streets are filled with garbage in even the best of neighborhoods. On hot days the stench of death and decay and effluvia permeates your nostrils and forces you to cover your mouth with your hand lest you gag and vomit up the $13 salad you ate for lunch, thus making your own contribution to the mysterious melange of rot and body fluids at your feet. It is best not to look at [...]
At this point in the game the possibility of another two inches of snow is something you kind of shrug at and then go about your business, right? You have internalized it now to the extent that you wake up each morning with the default belief that there will be snow falling, about to fall, or having just fallen. Winter is wound deeply within the fabric of your soul, perhaps never to be disentangled, and whatever you do for the rest of your life you will be carrying around the expectation that things will be cold and gray wherever you are because that's just the way life [...]