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Governor Andrew Cuomo He is calling for a program that would offer bachelor’s and associate’s degrees to inmates in 10 prisons scattered around the state. Read More
When it comes to Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s latest effort to reduce recidivism, Jim Tedisco is the one who knocks.
Mayor Bill de Blasio is set to welcome members of the band Pussy Riot to City Hall for a meet-and-greet this evening, and made clear this afternoon that he has no problem saying their name out loud.
“Can I say Pussy Riot?” he told reporters in response to one’s challenge, a wide grin across his face. “Yes I can.”
She gives a whole new meaning to insider art.
Bronx woman Carolyn Stanford, 56, has become a part-time art dealer for inmates at prisons, helping them turn their canvases into profit.
Ms. Stanford told DNAinfo.com that she first came up with the idea while visiting her son in a California prison, where Read More
Celebrity Castration Plots
Tabber Benedict, one of The New York Observer’s “Gatsbabies,” who almost killed a man during a drunk driving incident in the Hamptons two years ago, is taking his upcoming prison term in stride. The night before he was to be handed down a sentence of up to 10 years in prison for plowing his GMC Acadia into a 45-year-old teacher named Steven Dorn in 2011, Mr. Benedict threw himself a party at Bungalow 8 (or whatever we’re calling it now. Number 8? The former Bungalow 8?).
He told friends that the party was in honor of his upcoming departure … for Europe.
During a recent gig at Madison Square Garden, Justin Bieber was not, we repeat, was NOT, strangled to death with a paisley tie and then castrated in a plan hatched by a convicted child rapist and murderer serving time in a New Mexico prison. Once again: this did not happen.
But it almost did.
The New York Post’s tender-hearted angel of mercy, Andrea Peyser, is best known for the deeply humanistic perspective with which she handles the sensitive criminal proceedings of our legal system. Less well appreciated is her concern for the good physical hygiene of those society has cast aside.
“My advice to Pedro: Don’t pick up the soap.”—on Sen. Pedro Espada, Jr., May 15, 2012
“Enjoy the communal showers, Sen. Piggy.”—on Sen. Espada, Jr., April 27, 2012
Prison Yard Workouts
The Observer was arrested last Friday for entering the subway through an emergency exit. We were cuffed, frisked and led by a police officer through the station. Commuters with tote bags stared.
We found ourselves in a holding cell in the Union Square station precinct with a man named Felix, who had been brought in for sharing a MetroCard with his pregnant wife. Two others came, and then left with desk appearance tickets.
But we would be joining Felix in central booking. We had a warrant, an open container summons, a relic from a summer in 2008. Ah, right: the G Train, with that girl, drinking Sparks out of a brown paper bag.
A few months after I became a member of a cheap gym in Hell’s Kitchen, it dawned on me I had visited the place only once—when I signed up. I needed professional help.
The trainer occupies an odd position in our lives: despite often being someone you would have never met outside of the gym, he’s privy to your tenderest intimacies and physical vulnerabilities. Like a parent or spouse, he criticizes your smoking, drinking and eating habits, and you actually feel guilty. You’re his boss, sort of, but he’s also yours.
I’d long thought of trainers as an indulgence of the well-to-do. Paying someone to perfect my body seemed a sexy soupçon of vanity and sloth, as decadent as having a private chef. Then again, I told myself, maybe my suffering would lend the endeavor just enough wholesomeness to preserve my radicalism. Plus, the first session was free.
“Do you work out?” my taskmaster, Bashar, asked me, 15 minutes into our introductory session, as I struggled to bench-press the bar. Since I had not done anything more strenuous, for years, than bounce along on the elliptical for the duration of a medium-length Terry Gross interview and two Rihanna singles, I lied.
Raj Rajaratnam is likely in the market for some new “inside” tips about now: how he’s going to survive eleven years in prison, the sentence for the $64M worth of insider trading he was recently found guilty for that was handed down today. UPDATED: It’s being suggested that Raj is going to the same prison as Bernie Madoff, The Federal Correctional Complex in Butner, N.C.