49 posts tagged “new york”
Molly's got it going on!
This is the official New Yorkest book group title for this month.
And if you want to join us, please do.
Should be rad.
I just got the spring 2007 course catalog from the New School in the mail today. I'm a growing fan of adult education, and if I had $500 to drop, I'd drop it at the New School, which, since 1919, has been offering courses of all sorts. With a slightly lefty bent, the school sports the first facility in the United States designed for adult ed. That's some history!
It's little surprise that my interest in the New School sticks largely to its city- and history-based curricula. Here are some of the courses I'm champing at the bit over:
- Burn, Baby, Burn: Riots and Urban Disorder Since 1863
- History of Twentieth-Century Manhattan: The Power of the Past, the Promise of the Future
- Urban Spaces: Sociological Perspectives
- The City Inside-Out: Layers, Shapes, and Spaces
- Black Manhattan: A Cultural History of New York
- Night Fever: Music and Culture in the 1970s
- Henry James: Short Fiction
- Introduction to Media Studies
- Writing the City: Urban Memoirs
And so I announce the Heath Row Continuing Education Fund. If you donate money to my PayPal account (at this email address) -- indicating that it's for this use -- I will count it toward taking a course at the New School. I'll detail my experiences and studies in full right here, in this blog. If I raise at least 50% of a course's fee, I'll pony up the second half myself (I'm no freeloader!).
Planet magazine continues to celebrate it's landing in New York City with a party next Wednesday. From their email invitation:
I've been receiving their missives for awhile now, have never read the magazine, but have been impressed by the meaning of what they're trying to do.We hope you’ll make it out for part 2 of the ongoing celebration of our arrival in New York City, which will culminate with a specially themed “Welcome to New York” issue of PLANET Magazine at the end of 2007.
Welcome to New York is dedicated to everyone who has ever come to New York City in search creative and personal freedom, to pursue their art or just the art of living, and this includes just about everyone we know -- from every corner of the earth -- as well as a pantheon of inspirations from the recent and distant Manhattan half-life.
Welcome to New York! Can't wait to see the special issue
I've been going to the same bodega on the corner for two years now, and I just tonight learned one of the proprietor's names.
My inspiration? People in the neighborhood call him Ali Baba. And while he is of Indian, Pakistani, or other descent, that surely can't be his name. Can it?
It's not.
It's Ahmed.
That's a pretty common and easy to pronounce name, so I'm intrigued why people call him Ali Baba. His answer?
"It's a nickname. People here can't say it. Ali Baba is easier."
Not so much.
According to a recent mailing from the New York City Office of Emergency Management, the street on which I live is smack dab on the border of hurricane evacuation zones B and C, which means that I may experience storm surge flooding from a moderate (category 2 or higher) or major (category 3 and 4) hurricane making landfall just south of New York City.
Because much of McCarren Park is landfill, I'm not surprised. I am surprised that there aren't more evacuation centers to handle all of the area residents. The nearest evacuation center to where I live is at HS 610 Aviation High School in Queens -- Queens! -- more than two miles away.
That said, kudos to the OEM for sending out that mailing. I'm glad to at least know where I'm supposed to go should a hurricane hit! Do you know whether you live in an evacuation zone?
The new issue of Cometbus is out -- I just picked up a copy Saturday -- and it features a great piece entitled "A New York Used Book Report" that highlights some of the better bookstores in the five boroughs, including some I didn't know about in my neighborhood, Greenpoint. I snagged my copy at Somethin' Else in Park Slope, but I'm sure you can find it elsewhere in town... Kudos on another fine issue, Aaron!
Lexy Funk, cofounder of Brooklyn Industries, was profiled by BrandChannel late last month.
Kudos to Matt Green and Donald Badaczewski, two men who take after my own heart.
At 6 a.m. today, the duo set off on a journey that would take them to -- and through -- every single stop on the New York City subway system. While I've often thought of riding every line from end to end, they aim to do so within the next 25 hours.
They're even leaving frequent voicemail messages detailing their progress. You can call 718-407-4697, but you can't leave a message of encouragement -- their mailbox is full. When I called moments ago, they were heading up to the Bronx on the 1 train.
Best of luck, gents!
Tonight, I watched Marc Singer's 2000 documentary Dark Days. It's a fascinating portrayal of some of the 150 people who lived in the largely unused train tunnels underneath and along Riverside Park until they were "evicted" in the early '90s. Many had built elaborate homes out of found materials, and it was amazing how much of a normal life they could lead underground, living in homes with working kitchens, electricity -- even showers. Apparently, the tunnel is still accessible.
Watching the film made me track down my copy of Jennifer Toth's book The Mole People, which details "life in the tunnels beneath New York City." I know I haven't posted a review of The Gangs of New York yet, so we haven't wrapped up July's book club yet -- and I know it's now almost the end of August -- but I think The Mole People would make a good choice for the next book for New Yorkests.
And it might be fodder for a weekend outing!
Nani points out one way the street finds its own use for things. Leave a pothole unattended for too long? Instant garbage can.
Yesterday morning, after grabbing a cup of joe at Cup of Joe's, I walked through McGolrick Park to find a bench to sit and read my many newspapers.
Along the way, I came across an area of the walkway roughly sealed off with police tape. The reason? A pothole in the asphalt. And stuck into the pothole, point down, was an orange utility cone.
I'll try to take a snapshot soon!
