Yesterday a friend of The Morning News received this random, unsolicited email: Hello. I am interested in purchasing a urinal. Any for sale? Any ideas? Thanks Armando Well, Armando, I would suggest the American Standard Washbrook Junior Back Spud both for its engineering integrity and its architectural sublimity. You are
We had good seats tonight, seven rows from the stage at Town Hall, two seats on the orchestra’s Eastern aisle. Before it started we waited in a crowd on 43rd St. – mostly young, mostly white – guessing at different percentages for the crowd, such as: * What percentage had attended college:
There has been a band marching around Williamsburg this afternoon, eight or ten members strong, like a New Orleans funeral march. The music is jazz-like, samba-ish, led by a group of horns and kept in time by multiple percussionists, each on small, hand-held instruments. I counted a
Sadly, not much. I spent yesterday afternoon, as seen by my link progress below, reading as much as I could (and there were many things I read that I didn’t feel like linking: columns too short-sighted or venomous, or simply repetitive, academic papers too difficult and contextual to
In all the different things I wrote yesterday (and the day before), I remembered this note I’d meant to post: I’d just heard about the second plane crash when a woman approached me on the street, wearing pins for Vallone (one of the mayoral candidates), and asked me
I can’t tell you how sad it is to walk up from Union Square, see the whole length of 14th Street locked off from traffic, the same cloud of smoke I saw above Broadway two days ago still in position, hear the same sirens every few minutes, and then
Summer hasn’t left Brooklyn yet and as my neighbors are playing a repetitive, pounding, techno/rap strain that has made its way through my bedroom wall, I’ve sequestered myself in the living room to ignore the heat and read all day. Plenty of books, a Tupperware bowl of
Jeff from Stones Throw is one of our greatest fans; here’s the email he sent last night to feedback@starbucks.com. Dear Starbucks, Since making themorningnews.org the first web site that i read in the morning, i’ve reduced the number of times that I steal The NY
While waiting for friends to pay for their orders in a deli, I overheard the following delivery order, as read by the cashier: One Corona One pack of Parliament cigarettes One ham sandwich One quick-pick lotto ticket One Penthouse magazine The elements of life, contained in a lunch.
Our proofing team at Horizon Companies has noticed an error in our ways: in a previous note about the movies Shrek and Gone in 60 Seconds, we incorrectly attributed the line ‘I’m not gonna mess around with someone who plays with dog shit!’ to Shrek, whereas it is actually
