If I have to spend two to five hours standing around with my fellow blasé Brooklynites, well, no, wait I would never do that.
Working harder and longer hours for less money, while already-rich people take the cream off the top? Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
Not really "post-text" so much as "post-strictly-linear-text". Which has been around (and popular) at least since the first computer-based games. Way to catch up to the late 20th century, Felix!
@Subway Suicide@twitter I do enjoy these photos, though.
don't let the door hit you.
If you love me, you'll make this a recurring feature. PROVE YOUR LOVE FOR ME, THE AWL.
SOMEONE had to say it
Shortest Starbucks bathroom line in Manhattan.
As a longtime resident of North Brooklyn, I can only say that when we whine about GENTRIFICATION, this (the topic of this article) is what is really troubling us. Neighborhoods, as in interpersonal networks of relationships and places, are disappearing. In exchange, we are getting solipsistic towers of isolated wealth, who interact with the world outside the glass windows as jaded tourists.
I still live on a very friendly block, and I know my neighbors. We say 'hi' to each other, water each other's plants, and generally look out for one another. I frankly cannot imagine surviving New York without that kind of support. Unless, of course, I somehow amassed an OBSCENE amount of money.
I feel like we're fairly near to the point where the NYT is impossible to parody, as it is already effectively a parody of itself. #meta