1. In colonial times, ships full of new pilgrims had a knack of arriving after all the harvest work was done, but just in time for the celebratory meal.
2. The most important thing to remember, when taking your first bite of turkey, is that a sentient being gave its life for this meal. The second thing to remember is the gravy.
Even those out there who are disinclined to read self-help literature might find something worthwhile in The Tim Ferriss Experiment, precisely because it’s not The 4-Hour Workweek or the sequels it spawned. The new half-hour show on upwave on HLN (Sundays at 8 pm EST) is as much about content as it is about methodology. So for every week Mr. Ferriss brings his credo to a new undertaking, the focus is as much on the subject as how fast the author can learn it.
The pilot episode of the series has Mr. Ferriss working out how to play the drums during a live rendition of Foreigner’s “Hot Blooded,” on-stage during a live stadium show with the band. Though he applies his “80-20 Rule” methodology–finding the 20 percent of work to focus on that will yield 80 percent of the results–to learning how to both play the drums and the song in under a week, he admitted during a live screening with The New York Observer that it’s not always a case of mind over matter.
Ksenia Mesheryakova, 39, is a lesbian Russian immigrant who lives with her wife Lisa, and their young daughter Sophie. “Russia is my motherland,” she said in a statement this weekend. “But right now my motherland is acting like an abusive bitch.”
This vocal smack-down was made in retaliation to IKEA’s decision to pull a story about a lesbian couple’s home furnishing system from a recent Russian catalog. Angry Russian gay couples staged a guerilla protest this weekend at the store’s Brooklyn location.
Considering how BANANAS Kanye West’s concerts have been recently, it’d almost be believable that he was behind the celebrity mocking of his most recent music video starring his soon-to-be wife, Kim Kardashian.
But you know that Kimye has nothing on Sames Roganco.
New Journalism is now Old Journalism, or at least Established Journalism (or maybe it’s morphed into New New Journalism? Who can keep track) and its only taken fifty or so years for the movement’s Grand Poobah, Tom Wolfe, to have his papers acquired by The New York Public Library.
As Neal Pollack and a bunch of other less famous people know, it’s hard to be on a game show. Sure, from the comfort of your couch, without the hot glare of the studio lights or the live audience or the family members counting on you to win or the other contestants counting on you to lose or the kindly (though not so kindly this close up, now that you’re right next to him) face of the host whose been hosting this program for years now–like this is his life and its no big deal just give an answer already–it’s pretty easy to judge people for giving silly answers.
We don’t know what it’s like, for instance, to have prepared and studied for months so we could learn what the majority of 100 polled Americans would say they kept in their fridge, or find empty around the house, or do at home on a Saturday night if they can’t afford to go out. That’s just not what we spend our day thinking about, but if we had, if we had practiced and studied and put our noses to the grindstone and beat out other families with less determination to meet Steve Harvey, and we finally made it onto television only to be asked a question about zombies–goddamn zombies! Which aren’t even real, most of the time!– we’d probably freeze up and say the first person thing to come to our mind, as well.
The message of Suzanne Collins’s YA series, The Hunger Games, seems pretty straightforward: Poverty is bad, capitalism is bad, having children fight each other to the death is bad, “reality” celebrities are bad, The Capitol and District 1 (maybe 2) are kind of bad, having nice clothing is bad, Peeta sucks.
But since Catching Fire and its subsequent sequels confuse that point with a bunch of other stuff (mostly CGI) corrupt the best of intentions, the original book’s themes can get kind of lost.
But that’s why we have Sesame Street to break it down for us.
This past weekend, erotic literary mag Adult threw a party at Sapphire Lounge, an infamous Midtown strip club previously known as Scores. It was weird to see a flock of unconventionally feminist writers in a place busted only a few years prior for a prostitution ring. Yet it is this exact dichotomy—the clash of pornography and high Read More
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This just proves that spending too long in Penn Station will smother your soul so completely that even goddamn magic can’t bring it back.
“Sorry, Platform 9? No, I don’t think there’s a 9 and 3/4s…”
(*Takes photo on Instagram.*)
(*Hashtags it: #NOFILTERS #HOGWARTS*)
Really? Because that kid has a LIVE OWL IN A CAGE, so at the very least you should put down your phone and try to help him out.
As someone in the office just put it: “You can die for your country, but you can’t smoke a cigarette.” That line, usually just applicable to drinking throughout the United States, will soon apply to anyone between the ages of 18 and 20 trying to buy tobacco products in New York City. Today, Mayor Bloomberg signed a new law (passed by City Council earlier this year) that means in 180 days it will no longer be legal for high school seniors to use time-honored traditions to look cool at parties where there are college kids.
This is the first time in America’s history where a city or a state has raised the age to prohibit young adults from purchasing tobacco products.
Of course, it’s all for “our own good.”