Diving into the first day of internshippingness..
As a current stocker, and gladiator of the grocery store aisles, finally the tumblr manifestation of my inner most hell... Morituri te salutant!
What's sort of interesting as well is there used to be a big talkie theater by RKO called the Republic Theater on Keap and Grand, just down the street from the new proposed theater on Driggs and Grand. It opened in October of 1921 and sat over 2000 people. Here is a picture... http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZaVT03Q2G0/S9l5…
Everything old is new again... http://cinematreasures.org/theater/3971/
Run down by a mini-van... what a way to go - at least it wasn't a taxi: http://lifejustbounces.blogspot.com/2010/0…
I do.
They left the right line of the bike lane intact? WTF is the point of getting rid of it then? I love this city but the DoT can go straight to hell.
I think we also have to look at Steven King's track record of trying to humanize his characters by making them do things with things that real people know about but would not do with things... Case in point: Jack chews Excedrin in the Shining (book not movie) like they are pez - because he's an alcoholic who hasn't given his life over to Jesus or something. Everybody knows Excedrin, so everybody commiserates with his obsession, sort of. Seven times is a lot for a short story in the New Yorker though... And maybe an even more appropriate question is: Why is the New Yorker publishing King to begin with? Isn't he more of, like, an Esquire and Playboy kinda guy?
Did that middle aged man towards the end just try to raise the roof?
If New York has lost its "spark", which I don't really think it has, as it still inspires me everyday, even though its being run by corporations, then its probably due to the smothering dullness of curmudgeons like Noel Gallagher and John. One old guy's flamed out and wet wooden match is another young guy's flaming bonfire. I know CBGB's is gone and stuff, but there's other cool things around here, right? Narrowed view points should not be a symptom of nostalgia, friends.