The Transom was in the archives room, having a lil’ smoke in the most flammable place in the office, of course, as is our way, and as we leaned down to ash in one of George Gurley’s sardine cans, our hand grazed the September 10th, 2001 issue of the Observer. Remembering the annual September calendar, Read More
We were in the middle of session five of couples therapy. The topic: Should I go on medication?
DR. SELMAN: Not everybody gets side effects, and there are things that people take to ameliorate the side effects.
HILLY: Just knowing George, I don’t know.
GEORGE: Can I try to bring something else up? I understand Read More
In the Transom: Noah Tepperberg, nightclub and marketing king, has turned 30. But is he actually growing up? Plus: that whooshing sound is the women of Manhattan scarfing up clothes, free and otherwise, for MTV’s Video Music Awards. And: Mayor Bloomberg plays a really shabby game of stickball.
George Gurley’s third couples therapy Read More
To the Editor:
If George Gurley doesn’t know whether he “love” loves his girlfriend Hilly after three-plus years, for God’s sake, he should quit wasting her time [“Should I Get Married? My Hilly Joining Me in Couples Session,” Aug. 8]. Moreover, if he thinks of his relationship with someone as adversarial—ball-crushing, even—he should quit wasting Read More
Ladies, would you like to know what men are really thinking? To know what really lurks behind their incomprehensible, often hurtful behavior? Would you like to know “what makes guys tick?”
Guy is a 38-year-old man living in New York City who has had several successful long-term relationships. Here, he offers what he’s Read More
Nan Kempner. Now there was a woman who knew how to live.
at last, was somebody who came right out and said, ‘I enjoy the good life because I enjoy the good life,’ rather than having some more profound approach to the subject,” said Tom Wolfe.
Kempner died Sunday Read More
The Daily News‘s running identity crisis is one of the best stories in town, and while we’re not exactly sure what to make of this post on Dawn Eden’s blog, we suspect it’ll advance that story:
“Looks like the big news that I promised a while back is finally coming to pass. It Read More
First off, I’d like to thank all of you for coming on such short notice. There’s coffee on the terrace over there for anyone who wants it, in those Thermos things. Just push down the squeezy doodad on the top and the coffee’ll come out the spigot thing. I believe most of you know the Read More
Years ago, a scruffy-looking white male in his 30′s walked into a busy midtown Manhattan bank and handed the teller an alarming, if confused, note.
“THIS IS A FUCK UP,” the note read. “GIVE ME THE MONEY, MOTHERSTICKER!”
Though he’d already robbed several banks in the area, this particular thief-now legendary for his pathetic Read More
“Normally I sell pretty good Jamaican weed,” Tommy, a drug dealer who works in Washington Square Park, said the other day. “For some of my good customers, I’ll get the hydroponic stuff, the superior product. But one day a couple of months ago, these guys started asking me for, I don’t know–I guess you could Read More