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1. The Spicy Hot Cocoa ("El Chicano") from Beaner Bar
I'm a soymilk person, so whenever I order this I get to say "Soy Chicano," which is pretty awesome. And there's nothing like hot chocolate and chili to keep you warm.
This is the best way I've found to read long-form journalism, and it's perfect for diving into those bigger NY Times Magazine or Vanity Fair articles you can't get away with reading (while pretending to look busy) at your desk job. Loaded onto my Kindle=perfect for the subway.
3. My ugly polyester winter coat
It's waterproof, it's cheap, and it's totally not stylish. But you know what? I don't care how many good-lookin' people ride the L train all day—when it's below freezing, fashion does not matter.
4. Ivan Goncharov's Oblomov
Everyone needs a giant Russian novel to get through winter. This year mine is Stephen Pearl's translation, introduced by Tatyana Tolstaya. It's about a guy who sits around on his divan all day, daydreaming instead of getting dressed, afraid to take a chance on life outside his St. Petersburg apartment. And it's somehow completely fascinating. What better motivation not to leave the house? All that cold air outside, and the damp—so bad for you.
5. Screaming Females
They're loud, they're from New Jersey, and they satisfy my 16-year-old self's desire to hear someone screaming and my grownup indie-rock demand to hear something "interesting." Marisa Paternoster plays the guitar until her fingers bleed, then keeps playing.