AMNY wonders...Next Stop 1970s?
From the department of "it could be worse," in California, it's either the 1930s or the 1850s. Not only are people living in Hoovervilles, they're also prospecting for gold. Meanwhile, in NYC, some clubs are still serving cocktails sprinkled with gold flakes.
I'm a fan of neologisms (condoschmerz, et. al.). Now, miscellaneous almanacker Ben Schott has begun a blog dedicated to the new words of our time. We're living in a scary world of Amortals, Glam-mas, and McSaints. [Schott's]
A book I'd like to read: Subway commuters read aloud from John Wray's novel Lowboy. [Macmillan]
When tapas comes to St. Marks, one person sees a classy joint, another sees a classic neighborhood spot. Either way, they both seem awfully defensive about it. [EVG]
Don't forget: This Sunday is part 2 in the Vanishing City town hall discussion at Dixon Place. Check it out. [CR]