The past couple years we’ve had a party in the fall to celebrate TMN’s anniversary. Big hits, bright lights, one and all. But this year, due to our upcoming relaunch (of the redesign—righteous, really) we have postponed the party for spring, when we can blow out some
Over the sneeze guard, in line ahead of me, at the burrito place, to indicate you want salsa verde, after I saw you wipe your armpit Between the car seats, with both hands, at 120 miles per hour, to find some loose change, to pay your friend the dollar, from
In line to pay for lunch. The woman in front of me hands a credit card to the clerk. The clerk looks at the card, which has an image of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” on it. “‘Starry Night!’ That’s my favorite painting!” The woman smiles. “I’ve even
Have you heard enough about Jon Stewart’s appearance on Crossfire yet? Yes? Well I’m sorry, because here’s one more opinion, and I really want to share. Jon Stewart’s position is that Crossfire and its hosts, Tucker Carlson and Paul Begala, do a poor job of contributing
To people who have written in commenting on the staleness of our Album of the Week and People We Like features, we’re sorry we haven’t been able to update them as we’d like, but we’re very busy on our big big (big!) redesign to launch sometime
Signs that you got sick by talking to that person in line at the ATM, even if you’re not totally convinced you’re coming down with something: —Sweat, both warm and cold —Dropping-off of fingernails —Miasma —The sniffles —Your unquestioning interest in the day-long Battlestar Galactica marathon
1. A man stood next to me on the subway platform carrying a dozen pink roses. He looked past me down the platform and back up again. We were the only people on either side of the tracks, and there were no trains at the moment. Moving quickly, he lowered
The Starbucks has outdoor seating. Every day a man, presumably homeless, sits in the chair closest to the door. He smokes, giggling constantly, full-out laughing in spurts. Yesterday a different man was seated in his chair. He was smoking and giggling and laughing in the exact same way. The
“To all police and fire departments, to all volunteers, I know I speak for all NYC—We are and always will be profoundly grateful to all of you!”
I spent Labor Day weekend by a lake upstate with friends. One afternoon we were lying on a dock, when a duck swam by and disappeared around the bow of a boat. “Heh,” I said. “What?” “I don’t know. I was just trying to make up a joke.” “What
