It’s 3:30 pm, April 7, 2026, less than five hours before an entire civilization may be eliminated, according to the peeling Orange in Charge. It’s also Taco Tuesday, so we shall see. Last night, Monday night, I had dinner with my brother Paul at Via Carota. 9:30 pm. The place was eerily empty. I think […]
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Robert Deniro’s famous quip that New York is dead to him north of 14th Street sounds more like something Leo DiCaprio would say, given it appears that no one above 25 years old lives south of 14th Street anymore. Yes, there’s Tribeca with the strollers and Soho with the skinny jean, long gray-haired stragglers who
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Is it just me or do you also see about thousand maps of Italy every time you look down at the pavement in Lower Manhattan? I’m talking about puddle formations, indentations, sedimentations, wear and tear, even fucking tossed 7-Eleven nacho wrappers. They all look like this: or this: No, I don’t smoke weed. Not much
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THE RACE IS ON I moved to Venice yesterday. A woman smiled at me as I walked into Café Gratitude. I bought a pyrite crystal at a yoga center on Lincoln I happened by on my walk home. Pyrite is supposed to be a protective stone, blocking out negative energies and repairing any tears in
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The blank page I begin to fill with these words reminds me of the emptier streets, shops and restaurants in the Town of East Hampton, as we task ourselves with Christmas tree removal, thank you notes, sending sons and daughters back off to college with, we hope, warm, newly formed memories and greater appreciation for
