Telling people I don’t watch TV always gets a look that says, “Listen jerk, don’t give me your self-righteous crap about being better than me, and please don’t tell me how you make your own granola.” There’s no way around it. Ninety-eight percent of
—The flight out of New York has been delayed because “We’re sorry, our plane hasn’t shown up yet! Grab yourself something to eat and sit tight! But don’t go far!” I’m slumped in a bucket-seated terminal bench, watching the newsdump via the CNN monitor parked
After spending the past school year abroad in Scotland, where she learned how to fall asleep during a drum ‘n’ bass marathon, how to appreciate football, and how to stop and look around, Claire Miccio has returned home to the U.S., where she is now both a contributing writer
I’ve eaten this salad (recipe below) twice in the last week, and to call it one of the best salads I’ve ever had would be like calling Vice President Cheney a big fat liar; it’s that good. I was inspired by a salad I had once at
This is a note from both Andrew and me: TMN has just passed the million mark for page views—in May, we served 1,070,300 pages—and we’d like to take a second to thank all those responsible for this great milestone: first, our family of contributors who
My sister moved to Venice, Italy for a job so we went to visit her with my parents for a week. I had never been there; my wife was last there when she was a kid. People tell you ahead of time it’s a city of canals built on
Last week we published a link in our headlines wherein we used the word “Indianaian” to describe a person from Indiana. This, according to our eagle-eyed copy editor, Kate Schlegel, was a misspelling; we should have actually used “Indianian.” (The default dictionary in Microsoft Word, on a third hand,
Long live summer. Or, long live escape plans to leave Brooklyn for nicer places. People have been worried about New York’s reaction to this new movie The Day After Tomorrow—where the city is attacked by tidal waves and ice storms, with chaos reminiscent of Sept. 11’s disaster—
Saturday, 3:00 p.m., Washington Square Park [clean-looking man wearing a tight T-shirt rushes over; he’s not making eye contact] “Would you like a hug today?” “No thanks.” [he rushes off, still no eye contact, approaches other passersby with the same offer] [a woman zips out,
‘Listen, I gave you a twenty!’ The clerk takes a step backwards. ‘No, you didn’t. You gave me a ten. This is it right here.’ ‘No, you switched it out. You took my twenty, and now you’re showing me a ten!’ the guy shot back. ‘You pocketed it!
