Restless launches a new photo blog. Check it out. [NYCPB]
Spider-Man returns with his rickshaw. [SG]
Brunch parties in the Meatpacking District are still loud. The manager of CB2 "happened on one such brunch event that he mistook at first for a rock concert. 'I haven’t heard anything that loud since I was in Studio 54 30 years ago,' he said. Though the neighborhood’s reputation back then was dicier, he added, 'the meatpackers and the prostitutes were quiet.'" [NYT]
Bacon-Palooza--because New Yorkers are having a weird love affair with pork products. [Grub]
Fro-yo wars never end. [BB]
EV bank robbery. [EVG]
Pulino's says No, No, No. [Eater]
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a.k.a. The Book of Lamentations:
a bitterly nostalgic look at a city in the process of going extinct
- Jeremiah Moss
- THE BOOK:
"We should all buy Jeremiah Moss’s book, Vanishing New York." --Sarah Jessica Parker
“Essential reading for fans of Jane Jacobs, Joseph Mitchell, Patti Smith, Luc Sante, and cheap pierogi.” --Vanity Fair
"a vigorous, righteously indignant book that would do Jane Jacobs proud." --Kirkus Reviews
THE BLOG:
"the go-to hub for those who lament New York's loss of character." --Crain's
"No one takes stock of New York's changes with the same mixture of snark, sorrow, poeticism, and lyric wit as Jeremiah Moss." --Village Voice, Best of NY
“Jeremiah Moss…is the defender of all the undistinguished hunks of masonry that lend the streets their rhythm.” --Justin Davidson, New York Magazine
"One of the most thorough and pugnacious chroniclers of New York’s blandification." --The Atlantic, Citylab
"Hyperbolic and combative, tireless and passionate." --Salon
Not to claim to be a seer, but I could have told any TV exec that "My Generation" would be a complete disaster. It seems that most of the TV shows that flop quickly are so obviously horrid that one wonders who decides to approve them and then pour millions of dollars into promoting them.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I know this isn't a TV blog, but it just annoys me to see the same cycle of "obviously terrible TV show is introduced; relentlessly promoted; quickly cancelled" over and over again.
Lombardi went to the legendary Erasmus High, as did Barbra Streisand, Mickey Spillane, Neil Diamond, Beverly Sills...and my mother.
ReplyDeleteI read the High Life/High Line NYT article and was surprised to find the comment that the new High Line "has had a democratizing effect." Effect on what and where, exactly? While the park was funded in part by the City, it’s ironic how taxpayers have helped raise property values--very democratic to help out landlords--while giving the residents who can afford the rents and real estate a chance to see other classes, within park hours and not on a permanent basis, of course. At any rate, if you see the slide show, the slide of the park visitors is pretty hilarious, as it's all Caucasian, dark sunglasses, and fashionably clad people. There must be a new definition for democratic that hasn't made it to Merriam-Webster yet.
ReplyDeleteI’m on the side of a past commenter who argued that restoring a subway line would have been of greater benefit to the City, but of course the real above ground lines are only allowed in the other boroughs.
It is true about the Meatpacking district being quiet. It was kind of spooky. Prostitutes and meatpackers, you would have thought the place would be rocking.
ReplyDeleteBoth meatpackers and prostitutes have a job to do. Not a noisy crew, really.
ReplyDeleteJeremiah,
ReplyDeleteI'm a long time reader who has just launched a daily photo blog of my own. I hope you can check it out sometime. http://silentseeing.blogspot.com Thanks and keep the great posts coming.
I remember similar over-the-top advertising for Debra Messing's "The Starter Wife," which lasted ten episodes, and Heather Graham's "Emily's Reasons Why Not," which lasted seven, only one of which was actually aired before the series was cancelled.
ReplyDeleteMy theory is that if they have to do that much advertising to create interest, that means that the cast and plot can't do it by themselves.