My Move to Brooklyn
In case you haven’t heard, everyone is moving to Brooklyn. Not everyone, though, has an SUV. Departing the Lower East Side for quiet living, with the aid of Russian warlords.
In case you haven’t heard, everyone is moving to Brooklyn. Not everyone, though, has an SUV. Departing the Lower East Side for quiet living, with the aid of Russian warlords.
The proposed designs for downtown Manhattan are roundly disappointing, particularly for their lack of imagination. How about some tulip poplars?
Toleration is necessary for living in an apartment building, even if your neighbor isn’t of sound mind and humor. How a neighbor’s problems can swiftly become your own.
Central Park is a lot of things: the pastoral center of New York City, a relaxing stroll on a Saturday afternoon, a patch of grass lined with horse manure. It’s also home to a minimum-security prison.
New Yorkers, like everyone else, are constantly under attack by illness, anxiety, bad air, and cell phones—but only one is haunted by a giant rat. Tales of transformation, staple gun included.
It’s an acquired taste. It’s a strange delicacy. It’s a “non-alcoholic cereal beverage.”
New Yorkers treat drinking like exercise: done frequently, in the company of friends, and one’s life becomes better. But where to go when you’re tired of the neighborhood dive? We seek out the best of the best: old hotels in Manhattan.
Life in New York is easier with money: someone’s ready to do your bidding, for the right price. But finding the right someone is difficult. The currency required in hiring a good mover, painter, or manicurist.
New York’s fashionably-lit are always looking for the next hot thing in plastic glasses. With the days of Dave Eggers now frozen, and Franzen quickly fading, could writer J.T. LeRoy be it?
New Yorkers, as a rule, fear rats. You see them in the rivers, in your bedroom, sometimes drinking coffee on the subway. A boat ride on the Gowanus.