tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post4767302960917189900..comments2008-06-11T07:26:41.803-04:00Jeremiah Mossnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-41635946560403452042008-06-11T02:22:00.000-04:002008-06-11T02:22:00.000-04:002008-06-11T02:22:00.000-04:00I've heard a rumor that The Soho House is taking over the upper floors of that new building.felisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12531288752941950427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-69936354560560900772008-05-14T20:11:00.000-04:002008-05-14T20:11:00.000-04:002008-05-14T20:11:00.000-04:00OMG! Rats may invade Pastis. Do cockroaches like faux French fare?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-32936981071434618902008-05-14T20:02:00.000-04:002008-05-14T20:02:00.000-04:002008-05-14T20:02:00.000-04:00Too bad Travis Bickle didn't do lunch at the Harmonie Club on E.60th. That's where the real estate biggies dine. Travis would see something he never saw on the Big Deuce: hubris. Hubris so unmitigated it would scare the Ancient Greeks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-72502941617747036442008-05-14T12:11:00.000-04:002008-05-14T12:11:00.000-04:002008-05-14T12:11:00.000-04:00NYC died in 911. It's been bought by banks and is now a giant resort/theme park where you pay an admission price and stay in one of thousands of luxury hotels. Studio hotel stays start at 3,000 a month.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-50830945284579388732008-05-14T11:34:00.000-04:002008-05-14T11:34:00.000-04:002008-05-14T11:34:00.000-04:00The original Travis Bickle quote from "Taxi Driver" is: "...whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets."<BR/><BR/>I believe that rain had already come -- in the form of the yunnies, yuppies, hipsters, Gen 0's, Carrie Bradshaw wannabe's, hipsters... *It's raining yunnies, hallelujah, it's raining yunnies, hallelujah...*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-73379466473916262552008-05-14T11:17:00.000-04:002008-05-14T11:17:00.000-04:002008-05-14T11:17:00.000-04:00Some years ago, I would photograph the MP District on early Sunday mornings; it looked like a Wild West town or another planet. It'll turn into a Vegas theme park or another mall in this, One Nation Under Malls. Sad. Where are the trannies these days? Will they be allowed on the High Line? Bet not. The High Line will be on the SATC Tour, thus filled with screeching harpies, their phones, their Cosmos! Progress!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-52134439144584704652008-05-14T09:13:00.000-04:002008-05-14T09:13:00.000-04:002008-05-14T09:13:00.000-04:00<B>Law of diminishing marginal utility:</B> <I>"a generalization that the perceived value of, or satisfaction gained from, a good to a consumer declines with each additional unit acquired or consumed."</I><BR/><BR/>I surely hope that this economic theory would apply (soon) to the ever-increasing disneyfication, or, in your words, vongerichtification of NYC. <BR/><BR/>I'm seriously thinking of moving upstate, maybe all the way upstate, like Canada. But since my job is located here in NYC, I must therefore live here still, and just take this with a grain of salt.esquarednoreply@blogger.com