Weiner Is Growing on Me
by Adam | Thursday 31 March 2011
Anthony Weiner (D-NY) that is. Check out his zingers from last night....
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Yes, well...
by Adam | Tuesday 29 March 2011
So this makes me an elitist, but if you've got a New Yorker subscription (and like me, you fall weeks behind and lost and drown), that small kernel of pleasure you feel when you finally sit with an old issue...
by Adam | Sunday 27 March 2011
I wasn’t a consistent hitter, but often times I was just patient enough to labor through an at-bat and coax a walk even out of a good pitcher. I’d take the base and then wait for the inevitable, in the...
The New Yorker
by Adam | Sunday 20 March 2011
The cover of this week's New Yorker is devastating....
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by Adam | Monday 14 March 2011
The police took me to the 20th Precinct, which was tucked away on West 82nd Street near the criminal menace populating the Shake Shack and the Natural History Museum. The Fightin’ 20th serviced the mean streets of the Upper West...
Obama's Righteous Unsexiness on Libya
by Adam | Saturday 12 March 2011
Leon Wieseltier, our (imaginary) favorite rumpled grandfather, gets real with Obama about why he should do more about Libya. The comment section does a masterful job of telling Leon to chill. Always fun to see smart people wig out....
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Lou Reed and Other Mean Jews
by Adam | Wednesday 9 March 2011
My sister sent me this piece in Tablet by Elizabeth Wurtzel (of all sorts of fame/notoriety) about the nature of artists, the meanness of Jewish male ones, and some other brainy meditations. Perhaps what's most fun about it is the...
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At the End of Winter
by Adam | Friday 4 March 2011
Every interaction starts to feel like H.S. Thompson at the Derby. Read it and weep....
Philharmonic Love
by Adam | Tuesday 1 March 2011
I had been in New York long enough to feel suffocated by it; the city was a crowded galaxy suffused with light from dying stars and the clamor of colliding refuse. Here the streets were filled with heaven’s chattel,...