A picture of Coach Vivian Stringer hangs high in the Rutgers basketball arena, the only face in the RAC rafters, looming near the ceiling like some stained-glass window of a saint in a church. It adorns a banner honoring her 2009 induction into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame in a class that included Michael Read More
Among the reasons New York has the finest skyline in the world—consider that a statement of fact, not opinion—is not simply the skyscrapers bounding up the island of Manhattan but also their unusual arrangement. Like a great mountain range, the city is arrayed around the twin peaks of Downtown and Midtown.
Perhaps the appeal is Freudian.
It has long been believed that New Yorkers could thank God for their unusual agglomeration of buildings (or, for those on the Upper West Side not believing in His good work, eons of geological development). It turns out that Manhattan has a bedrock unusually suited to the construction of very tall buildings, in many cases just a few meters below the surface. But that solid land drops away in the gooey middle of the island, long limiting the heights of buildings in the city.
Or so the aphocraphists have been passing down for decades, at least since noted geologist Christopher J. Schuberth released his seminal The Geology of New York City and Environs in 1968. Therein, he posited his belief in a correlation between bedrock and big buildings, and like the Empire State Building, it has stood the test of time. But like a bad retaining wall, it all came tumbling down last month. Read More
When it comes to the gay-taunting students of Rutgers University, Southern chef Paula Deen, thinks they should throw the book at them.
Deen, who is simultaneously something of an unlikely gay icon and a heroine to Bible-Belt housewives, tackled the issue at her ‘Down Home Cookin’ Gospel Brunch yesterday in New York. The densely crowded Read More
I was walking out of a children’s clothing store with a toddler. A man coming in held the door for a second. “You’re welcome,” he barked as I passed through. O.K., I was too distracted to notice him or thank him. But did I deserve such a harsh rebuke?
In a moment of Carl Paladino, Read More
