I Am George Jetson

Meet George Jetson; Jane, his wife.

Their deluxe apartment in the sky, you must admit, boasts quite the view. Rockets whiz past condos the shape of flying saucers. Stars flutter and flicker, and below the clouds are frozen like rivers.

Tonight’s another of George and Jane’s keycard parties. Pretty swingin’. Cosmonauts show off their ray Read More

Do You Trust Your Super? What About His Friends?

Urban living presents many dilemmas, and one of them—perhaps not quite the most acute, but significant nonetheless, especially if you suffer from paranoid tendencies—is whether to give a set of house keys to your building’s super.

Even if you have the utmost confidence in his or her integrity, what about all those other people—friends, relatives, Read More

The Crime Blotter

Man Busts Rhodesian Army Moves, Subdues Rollerblader Raider

Driving in New York City sometimes forces motorists to make not just directional, but existential choices. For example, when you’re heading southbound on the F.D.R. Drive, do you risk exiting at 106th Street, which is probably faster (though perhaps less safe), or do you get off Read More

Will Write for Merlot: The N.Y. Curse

A major magazine that I write for every month, and to which I am undyingly and contractually loyal, happened to be working up a business scandale piece on a company that I happened to have done some work for. Would I please, my dear editor entreated, talk to the reporter doing the story?

Well, Read More