Gawker is reporting a "huge explosion" at Times Square, in front of the Conde Nast Building. I hear sirens.
From the New York section of this morning's Sun: Mormons Make Inroads on Upper East Side I'm just thinking of all the poor coffee vendors on the Upper East. How many of them do you think stock Postum?
Okay, Greg's news about Rush is pretty damn cool, but how about this? The Police at Madison Square Garden (Yes, I know, sounds like the Republican National Convention, but hey.)
I sneaked out of the office for a while this afternoon and met photographer+ Bill Wadman at Grand Central Station. The goal was to shoot portrait #29 for his excellent 365 Portraits project, where he shoots and posts a portrait a day for a year. We—I say we but
Yesterday's Times had an interesting and often amusing article about how haggis in America has mutated into something rather tastier than one can gets in Scotland, thanks in part to the fact that FDA regulations and other factors prevent the use of much of the offal that traditionally
Holy shit, it was snowing when I got out of the subway! Of course, by the time I got to the office I could see blue sky and the snow had almost petered out. And now the sun is shining through my office window. All in ten minutes. Maybe it
It must be a year now since we moved from our old place. Last week we received a whole mess of holiday cards, automatically forwarded from our old address, from folks who apparently didn't get the memo about our change of address. Today, though, I got word from
Gothamist has a roundup of reports on the Manhattan gas smell. Turns out my wife is one of the (numerous) folks who called 911 this morning to report it.
There are a lot of sirens racing to and fro in midtown, maybe in search of the source of this mysterious smell that's hanging around: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/08/nyregion/08cnd-odor.html http://www.ny1.com/ny1/content/index.jsp?stid=1&aid=65718
One of the stranger things about Utah fast-food joints is the ubiquity of a condiment known simply as "fry sauce." I didn't exactly realize how strange it was, though, until I moved out of Utah. An alert reader (sadly anonymous) of this blog brought a recent
Possible good news for hungry New Yorkers, and for certain out-of-towners of our acquaintance. The late Second Ave. Deli may be making a comeback in Murray Hill. The New York Sun has the story. That's not far from my office. Oh, I'm salivating! (Via █████. Thanks!)
Speaking of which, I have a subway-tracks story of my own, though I was no hero, believe me. I had lived in New York only about two years when I let someone do something stupid. It was late at night and I was waiting for the train on a thinly
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