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One October day on the campaign trail last year, Rob Astorino was heading to a street festival in Mount Vernon, a heavily African-American city just across the border from the Bronx. Not a place where a Republican politician is a natural sell.
After hearing word that several local residents had jokingly threatened to fight him in a nearby boxing ring, the Westchester County executive just went with it.
“Who wants to fight me? Who wants to fight me?” he asked the crowd when he arrived, according to his re-election campaign manager, Phil Oliva.
One of my roommates periodically gets a very crafty idea when it comes to the maintenance of our apartment—he’ll stay up all night and bleach the counters, then pull old wine bottles out of the recycling bin and fill them with olive oil or tap water. The sparkling counters or the shiny glass bottles are Read More
The end-times faithful who gathered on 59th and 11th Saturday morning seemed like the inadvertent offspring of a methadone addict who had tricked an AYSO soccer widow into sex by posing as a lonely seminarian in an AOL chat room. They listened admiringly as Park Slope’s Matt Lewis, 42, recounted his passage from mere hipster Read More
“I have a very strong belief–a policy–to not give any interviews,” Ryoji Ikeda, the elusive electronic composer and visual artist, said in an interview. Mr. Ikeda sat in a conference room on the second floor of the Park Avenue Armory with a window looking out on the building’s cavernous drill hall, where the artist’s latest Read More
Last week the baritone Sanford Sylvan sat over coffee at the Hilton Hotel in Midtown, talking about the kind of New Yorker he used to be. It was the morning after Mr. Sylvan sang, for the first time in a decade, “The Wound-Dresser,” a Walt Whitman setting that John Adams composed for him in 1989. Read More
They wore absurd pompadours and giant paisleys. They were many-chinned and Naugahyde-skinned. Milling around Radio City, some of them looked like somebody there owed them money, and some like they were afraid of being served with court papers. They were drunk, loud and hungry, and they held discounted tickets entitling them to a privileged glimpse Read More
In 1956, before Anne Roiphe set to work on any of her eight novels, the rising senior in college lay naked in a Parisian attic with a Fulbright scholar she’d met earlier that day. “Terror clamped me closed,” Ms. Roiphe, a former columnist for The Observer, writes in Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Read More
Stefania Dovhan curled up on a bench inside New York City Opera. She leaned her head against the railing of the lobby balcony and gazed out over the Lincoln Center plaza toward the Metropolitan Opera House. She had been there a few days before to see the famous Zeffirelli production of La Bohème, and she’d Read More
On a gray Friday in January, a largely empty church on 121st Street and Broadway was immaculate in the way of a rarely used living room. Even on a slushy winter morning, Corpus Christi’s floors gleamed.
At noon sharp, in the rectory next door, the Rev. Raymond Rafferty, the church’s pastor, leaned forward, checked his Read More
Foursquare gave its users an early christmas present this year, adding photos and comments to its mobile app for iPhone and now Android.
According to founder Dennis Crowley, users are already uploading close to one photo every second, and that’s not even counting the Android users who will start taking photos today.
As Mark Read More