“That’s the problem with being born in New York… You’ve got no New York to run away to.”
- from Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
Poor Greg.
“That’s the problem with being born in New York… You’ve got no New York to run away to.”
- from Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
Poor Greg.
A mysterious triangular mosaic is set in the sidewalk in front of Village Cigars in the West Village at 110 Seventh Avenue South at Christopher Street. It reads: “Property of the Hess Estate Which Has Never Been Dedicated for Public Purpose.” This tiny piece of land is the result of a dispute between a former owner, the David Hess estate, of Philadelphia and NYC. Hess owned the Voorhis apartment building at that corner which had been condemned to build a subway line. The estate refused to surrender a remaining triangle, 500 square inches, the smallest piece of private property in the city. In 1938 they sold the plot to Village Cigars for $1,000. Cracked and worn, it remains a testimony to one small triumph over the city of New York…
[via New York Daily Photo]
Cary Sherman, chairman and chief executive of the Recording Industry Association of America, said of the Internet community. [via A Clash of Media Worlds (and Generations)]
Office building lobby 1 by stevensiegel260 on Flickr.
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I just want a lover like any other
What do I get
I only want a friend who will stay to the end
What do I get
I used the privilege of MTV to go to a lot of Saturday Night Live shows. I was dating Chris Farley and I was crazy about him. One time we were going to the Museum of Natural History to watch a shark movie. I was starstruck that I was on a date with him. It’s snowing like crazy, we were cutting through Central Park, and Chris kept falling. He kicked my feet from underneath me, and I did a face plant in the snow. We get up, we laugh. We get to the museum and everyone’s looking at me. I’m thinking it’s because I’m on a date with Chris. Then I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and all my makeup had run down my face, like Alice Cooper. I’m like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me?” And he’s like, “I wanted you to look ugly so nobody else would go out with you.”
He jilted me for the most beautiful girl in the world, Laura Bagley. But every night I went out with Chris, he had women throw themselves at him. I don’t know any man that could scoop the poozle like Chris Farley.