There’s a report in the Times today that this winter may be the dreariest in New York’s history, which seems a slightly unscientific approach to measuring weather, but feels entirely accurate: it’s piss outside. Very cold piss. Friends from the great white North (i.e., Maine) who
Honestly, I have to get better about writing these editor letters. I’ve been confused about how to use this area of the site (Andrew and I had an editors’ meeting this week over drinks at the Cedar Tavern, once famous for hosting the likes of Frank O’Hara, Larry
Here’s the deal: My fiancée and I are starting to look for a new apartment. The stress, dangers, and complete hell of finding a good broker-free apartment in this city are well documented, and though I know the Craig’s List/Voice/Times method very well, so do
It’s good, I think, to reveal on occasion one’s younger side, to dismantle or at least set aside our mature trappings and play like blond-haired children, roll in meadows, run through hay, and show that we embrace life with big palms and sincere passion, and do not
I’ve been sick for the past week and a half. Here’s what it was like, had it all been chronicled on the front page of this site. New York’s currently: got a sore throat, but not worried about it feeling a little ‘off’ sneezing, shaking, scared feverish
At one point I wanted to scream, a giant whopping WOOOOH!!! right over the heads of everyone in the bar, but I held back and introduced myself to another new person and had another great, interesting, fun conversation with someone I’d never met before but enjoyed talking to, if
Photos from the New York City Marathon as it passed by the author’s apartment in Brooklyn, with many ludicrously impressive people in wheelchairs, and a scramble band that included a gong at one point.
The recipe for Confederate General Jubal Early’s favorite punch, the right drink to serve when your brother-in-law-to-be from North Carolina visits for the weekend and you decide to throw a party celebrating his sister’s birthday. Ingredients – 2 bottles brut champagne – 3 cups brandy – 2
Photos from the New York Public Library, 42nd Street branch, and Bryant Park. Pictures were to be taken at the Jefferson branch as well, but the author left his camera at home.
The photographer and author of New York Characters on farts, the infamous Dr. Zizmor, and losing her husband to the kindness of strangers.
