But according to this morning's Daily News, the victim not remembering the color of a parked car near the scene of her violation was just the excuse the jury (including lawyer Lloyd Constantine, a friendly acquaintance of the Manhattan DA's) needed to avoid convicting former NYPD officer Michael Pena of rape.
“If she doesn’t remember these details, how does she know she was penetrated,” one of the jurors said, according to anonymous sources reporting to the Daily News.
It was actively nauseating to write that.
“Synthetic cannabinoids are not marijuana,” the head of the city's poison control center told the Patch. “They are unique drugs made in a lab that have one effect in common with marijuana but potentially many other different effects. They are sold as herbal products, giving users a perception of safety, but in fact they are toxic drugs sprayed on plant leaves.”
Yet I can't help but be mildly disappointed. Six of the 10 songs on Time Capsules II are from the seven-song, home-recorded o0O0o0O0o EP Oberhofer released two years ago. A lot of people downloaded it (he put it up there for free) and came to love songs like "Away FRM U," "Gold," and "I Could Go." Songs a lot of people have played to death. Now I realize that when you go into a studio for your Debut Album with Steve Fucking Lillywhite (look at this guy's resume), you want the best possible songs on the record, and that just because a bunch of bloggers (and the folks who read them) have heard the songs a zillion times doesn't mean the general public has. And it's not like this is the first time this has happened in the record biz. Or the second, or the third or the hundredth.
I was working two part-time jobs that barely kept me in my apartment. How could I afford to treat a chronic illness? The doctor at the clinic prescribed me a mid-cost insulin—not the best treatment, he said, but the best in my price range. It was about $55 a bottle, and would last roughly a month; a box of syringes cost another $25. I had to buy a blood-sugar testing machine (a one-time expense), plus a supply of testing strips (a chronic expense), plus the lancets used to prick your finger, plus alcohol swabs to keep me from catching an infection. I have to resupply these things regularly, for the rest of my life. Diabetes isn't cheap.
Yet, as silly as it looks, the history behind the Lavender Residence might point to something more sordid than Dr. Seuss: When the roof collapsed on the Cornelia Street rowhouse last summer, the FDNY determined the building unsafe and officials forced everyone to move out. Bushwick BK reported that residents were barred from returning, which allowed for renovation work to begin. The publication interviewed at least one resident whose story suggests deliberate neglect.
We announced a couple weeks ago that Austin Thomas would soon be spatially reinvigorating Pocket Utopia on the Lower East Side, and that the new space would host a preliminary christening and one-evening exhibit of photographs by Donald Steele, The Queen and I. This all came to pass last night, and the show turned out to be an extensive installation of largely pink-flected prints that might well be likened to so many iterations of the royal 'we'—as individual images as well as collectively.
We humbly offer, below, a few glimpses of all of the above, with a reminder that you already have plans for the last Sunday in April.
So, too, do we.
As nosisms are also quite useful editorially.
It’s surprisingly rare to see a group of artists enjoying themselves while doing their work in public. In private, anything is possible, but when they’re presenting their work for the public, artists can often be very serious, or, more precisely, very stressed out and nervous. They could be stressed out for any number of reasons: worries about whether or not everything they’ve been working on for so long and at some personal expense is going to pull together; anxiety over what the audience will think; questions about whether or not anyone is actually going to show up; concerns that if someone really important does come that they may not see the work in the right way or think of the artist as serious or important or worth their time; along with all manner of other nagging thoughts about money or relationships or family problems that they may have avoided while working on their art.
So, it’s unique to find artists playing freely these days. It’s also rare to find settings where artists are willing and able to exercise a real sense of collegiality—experimenting openly, trying out new artistic relationships with collaborators, and accepting that some things they try out may not work but that they’ll learn something anyhow.
This little pre-amble may make it sound as if I’m painting the annual Target Margin Theater (TMT) lab as something of a utopia. It’s not that, by any means—and it’s certainly not the only open playground for artists in the city. But still, it was kind of really great to walk into the Bushwick Starr, grab a PBR for $3, sit down and watch some artists plying their trade and enjoying it.
This move costs them money, by the way, as more users means more royalty payments. Since it's launch, artists have consistently grumbled over the fractions of a cent the service pays them for streams, but even that pittance adds up. Hoping not to quell their rapid growth (the company is rumored to have been valued at 3.5 billion already!) they are instead trying to raise capital to keep the gravy-train rolling. Listeners are probably going to have to pay sooner or later, but not yet. So keep that habit a-forming.
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Multiple save the G petitions have been created in protest, and Public Advocate Bill de Blasio started the Five Stop Fan Club, which argues that the G extension helps local businesses. As a resident of the area, I personally feel like two years of the train not going to my station with no shuttle buses and no decrease in my fare has earned me the right to a few MTA dollars.
Members of the Kensington/Windsor Terrace yahoo group are suggesting a new tactic: arguing that the extension isn't an extension at all, but a restoration of service. According to an MTA map from the 70's, the G train used to run all the way to Church. This 1974 Map shows the G in its previous "extension," while by 1978 it has been trimmed back to Smith-9th.
Of course, nearly all the train routes have changed since the 70's, and some of those changes make a lot of sense given ridership patterns and budget realities. Still, historical precedent is now on our side. Don't call it an extension: restore the G train to its former glory!
When Death by Audio opened in March 2007 on an otherwise deserted block of South 2nd Street, the Williamsburg music scene was a different beast. (So was the neighborhood.) Condos have risen, Williamsburg now rivals the Lower East Side as a music destination, and Death by Audio is neighbor to high end sushi, Italian and tapas restaurants (and a movie theater), but the space — an outgrowth of the guitar effects pedal company run by A Place to Bury Strangers Oliver Ackermann — remains a vital all-ages venue for indie, punk and metal. With Death by Audio's 5th Anniversary Party this Saturday (featuring Grooms, Neckbeard Telecaster, Tim Harrington and more), we talked to DBA duo Matt Conboy and Edan Wilber about the changes in the neighborhood over the last five years, some of the venue's highlights, and the impossibility of keeping the bathrooms clean.
According to the group taking credit for the creative act of civil disobedience, 20 stations were targeted citywide, starting at 5 a.m. The team liberated at least four stations in Brooklyn, among them the Ninth Avenue D, the Beverly Road Q, the Carroll Street F, and the Fort Hamilton Parkway F and G.
But this spring the Ferris wheel will glitter once more, this time powered by the sun. "Solar panels and 40-watt light bulbs are being affixed to the ride's metal baskets," the Paper reports, the former storing energy throughout the day to illuminate the latter once the sun goes down. (And what sun Coney Island gets, with that south-facing beach!) The work is expected to be finished by Memorial Day.
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
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