Is the media brainwashing us? Programming the Nation comes to the Quad Friday.
The city's oldest bagel shop felled in part because "Now, people make coffee at home and have a Pop Tart." [CR]
"In New York, they saved" on everything, until they didn't. [Nonetheless]
Jerry's Astor Place newsstand gets a reprieve--for now. The city still wants him gone in November. [EVG]
Hello, elusive white rat of Tompkins Square Park. [NMNL]
Remembering Merlin.
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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
The mention of hats reminded me of one of your former posts:
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Are they still around?
Jeremiah--if you are at the Flea Market on Ave. A & 11th Street during the weekends--check out my friend Terry. He sells women's and men's hats,scarves,ties and had clothing stores in the East Village back in the bad/good ole days. He was a cab driver and his stories are wonderful and I think he would be a good link to interesting things about the past that are no more. He should really write a book.
ReplyDeleteOh, DAMN. That's where my father used to buy bialies on Sunday morning, and bring them home, hot, in a brown paper bag, with the Sunday papers tucked under his other arm. I would slather my hot bialy with whipped butter (which my grandfather invented, but sadly was deemed not patent worthy), which dripped slowly onto the comics, as I ate and read, stretched out on the royal blue wall-to-wall carpet.
ReplyDeletethanks Melanie--sounds like a cool guy
ReplyDeleteMelanie: What's Terry's location in the market?
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