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Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How’d you get lost...

Thu, 30 May 2013 16:25:43 -0400

Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How’d you get lost in New York? I know it’s kind of stupid to complain about a movie that came out 17 years ago, but I wasn’t a comedian back then, so I have to do it now. I wish I’d been. I wish I’d been a Def Jam comic when that movie came out. I would have torn it to pieces.

I love him.

rickwebb: discoverynews: teamepiphany: Virtual supermarkets...

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:55:04 -0400

rickwebb:

discoverynews:

teamepiphany:

Virtual supermarkets are popping up in subway stations in South Korea, where commuters can virtually shop for items while waiting for the train to come. Customers simply scan an item’s QR code using the free “Homeplus” app and can have it delivered to their doorstep before they even get home. Ranked as the 2nd most hard-working country in the world to Japan, South Korea is rewarding its workers with this timesaving gem.

Wow! I kinda love this idea.

Whenever anyone looks askance when I tell ‘em who we sold The Barbarian Group to, I mention this project. Cheil Worldwide, Seoul, South Korea.

This is pretty amazing.

rand0mflora: To be fair…

Fri, 17 May 2013 06:49:00 -0400

rand0mflora:

To be fair…

renancu: gas-station-disco: is that taylor swift yes clearly

Thu, 09 May 2013 22:08:22 -0400

renancu:

gas-station-disco:

is that taylor swift

yes

clearly

Enter this! Because if you’re not signed up for Brooklyn...

Fri, 03 May 2013 16:40:16 -0400

Enter this! Because if you’re not signed up for Brooklyn Based, you should be, but also, I want one of my friends to win this little giveaway.

jauntsetter:

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poppstrong: The ceiling was green. I was lying awake. Several...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 08:35:49 -0400

poppstrong:

The ceiling was green. I was lying awake. Several bags of drugs draining slowly into my blood stream. Music in my ears but an odd silence both within me and beyond. The music attempting to hide me from it or it from me. I know this green well. It isn’t pretty or soothing. It’s just green. It means your connected, not to the world, but to a place the secludes you from it. The bed moves slowly as my body shifts. The room is warm. Your stuck in your street clothes because its too late to switch to a gown. It’s uncomfortable. It always takes a few days to get the temperature where you want it. Your stomach aches. You’re sick. You know it. You feel it. You live it. You’re sick. It’s been days of feeling ill. You’re tired. You’re exhausted. You’re sick. You’re sick of being tired. You’re tired of being sick. You’re sick and tired.

When you were first diagnosed, you never thought it would be like this. Not better, not worse. Different. Your fears were misplaced. They begin to align. The deeper you get the closer you are to it. You learn your body. You listen to it. You listen carefully. Patiently. You listen. You wait. You hope. Maybe today will be better. Please let today be better. Please.

You look at your life as a whole. It’s a complete disaster. It’s falling apart as you watch. As you wait. As you hope to survive. Things break. Your body breaks. Truths are revealed. Friends are lost. Bills accumulate. Minds wander. Problems persist. Life continues. The world moves on. You look forward. Hoping for a light. Something to hold on to. Something. Something to look forward to. A day when you won’t have this plague. This disease. This haunting disease inside you. When you will live in a body that isn’t killing itself. When you can walk outside unafraid of the world. When you can make drastic changes in your life. When you can cut ties and walk away. When you can pack up and move on. Start a fresh life with your love. You look for a path to your future. You look for something. Anything. Please. Anything. You keep looking. You will always keep looking but you’re learning. You’re deep into it. You’re closer to it. You realize it. You have cancer. You have leukemia. You are fighting and planning to save your life. There are no guarantees anymore. The light that you hoped to find is lost. You’re lost. You’re scared. Petrified as you discuss your mortality. Your life. Your death. Not with any certainty but statistically. You hang on to your hope but with new and growing concerns. The deeper you get the further you wish to be. The closer you are the further you wish to be. Your life may be plagued by this disease. It may claim your life. It may do this despite everything you have done. Despite every ounce of pain you endured. It may take you regardless. It may not. You may walk away cured. You may never relapse. Ever. You might win. You might live. Happily. Forever. After. You have to push. Push harder. Push harder. You clench your jaw. You bleed. You press on. You fight because its life that you lose. You fight for a future you imagine. You fight for the relief you hope to feel. For the love you have to give. For the dreams that cloud your mind. You fight despite the light. You fight not because you’re a fighter. You fight because you’re a survivor.

I am going to survive.

Keep fighting.

wallofdis: psychicdisco: reginasworld: Designer Karen Walker...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 13:40:41 -0400

wallofdis:

psychicdisco:

reginasworld:

Designer Karen Walker selected 12 models aged 65 to 92 for her latest 2013 eyewear collection, shot in collaboration with Ari Seth Cohen (of the blog Advanced Style), in the cheekily-titled campaign Karen Walker Forever. The 31-piece collection marries old favorites, like Deep Freeze and Number one, with new releases, like the Atomic.

I can’t tell you how hard I approve of this.

juliasegal: Hiding from Monday

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:52:43 -0400

juliasegal:

Hiding from Monday

I was shushed on the LIRR today.

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:31:31 -0400

I was shushed on the LIRR today.

poppstrong: There are mornings when you wake up upset. You...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 15:32:49 -0400

poppstrong:

There are mornings when you wake up upset. You wake up overwhelmed by emotion. It’s sadness. It’s love. It’s fear. It’s everything. You feel the weight of the world. You feel the weight of your existence. You question your worth. You question your strength. Your health. You awake facing the world. It judges you. It pushes you down. It tries to kill you. You press back. You fight. You learn. You adapt. You live. The weight doesn’t shift. Your knees buckle. Your back bends. Your arms shake.

You think of yourself. You’re someone who possesses great strength. You question your endurance. You can fight, but for how long? The world tries again and again to remove you from it’s face. You fight back each time, but how much fight is left? You feel your mortality. You know how close death is. You realize the gravity. You see the fragility. You question. You press on. The weight stays. You look at your future and you don’t see any certainty. You want to plan ahead. You can’t. You can only wait. Your life will swing. You will fight. You will try and endure each day because it’s what you have. You have today. You have right now. The anxiety builds. You want to run around and burn the world to the ground. You yearn to create. You want to destroy. You can’t. You aren’t strong enough. Your body hasn’t recovered. It’s a race. Will you get well before the window closes? You watch out for windows. You watched them close for years. You watch now. You wait. Maybe you will be stronger tomorrow. Maybe the hollowness in your chest will subside. Maybe your lungs will be stronger. Maybe your legs wont shake. Maybe the anxiety will break. Maybe tomorrow. You wait. You fight. The weight stays.

In the 100 days that I have had cancer it has almost claimed my life on three separate occasions. Each time I have had to recover. I have had to learn to walk. To breathe. To stand. To live. To exist. Just recently a contaminated bag of platelets brought me down. I went from existing as normally as I could to being septic in less than an hour. In three hours I lost the ability to walk and by morning I could barely breathe. Yu might go to bed at night worried you won’t hear your alarm. I go to bed afraid I won’t wake up. When I wake up I feel the weight of this realization. I feel the weight of each day I have lived, of each mistake I have made. I feel the weight of my disease. The weight of my dreams. I wake up to the weight of my world every single day. Same days, it’s harder to hold than others. Today was one of those days. My body shifting through it’s emotions. My love deeper. My anger harder. My hope inspiring. My fear blinding. My life continuing.

I’m tired. I’m tired of so many things, but I would rather wake every morning smothered by the world than to never wake again. As heavy as all of this feels, I will carry it. I will carry it every single day. I just hope it reminds me to stay focused. To stay driven. To appreciate the weight. To grow stronger under it. To live.

This has been harder than I could have ever imagined. It’s heavier than anything I have had to hold. It’s stronger than anyone I have had to fight. I will toughen my knuckles. I will strengthen my body. I will continue to fight. I will live.

self portrait: 2010

baddeal: Dear Michael Wolff: When you posted that column...

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:05:50 -0400

baddeal:

Dear Michael Wolff: When you posted that column yesterday on British GQ, complaining about how there are no reservations anywhere in New York between 7pm and 9pm, I thought, you know what, maybe you’re just being tongue-in-cheek. We’re all allowed to get away with this sort of hyperbole every now and then, in an effort to round up some Internet traffic.

But these statements you’re making on Twitter have convinced me you’re not being satirical, which is troubling because what you’re saying isn’t just inaccurate, it reeks of classism. Dining out in New York is not about not having an assistant work the phone lines full-time, as you allege, because we can all get same-day reservations at many good venues by spending a few seconds on OpenTable.com, as Eater showed yesterday.

And when we can’t get that prime time resy, which, alas, we often can’t, we simply show up and wait. It’s that simple.

You see, this lack of reservations of which you speak isn’t about money-hungry-and-bespoke-suit-wearing sommeliers waiting to unload their inventory of $1,000 wines. It’s about about good restaurants setting aside much of their dining rooms for walk-ins. This is about ambitious establishments like Roberta’s, The (Michelin-starred) Breslin and others catering to a crowd that no longer wants to book their steak dinners 30 days in advance, because really, who thinks about steak 30 days in advance?

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Perfect.

"The whole thing just seems SO self-indulgent. Seinfeld stars a comedian named Jerry Seinfeld who..."

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 21:49:38 -0500

“The whole thing just seems SO self-indulgent. Seinfeld stars a comedian named Jerry Seinfeld who plays a comedian named Jerry. Wow. Really, Jerry? He also created the show and writes it. It’s like he can’t give up control of anything.”

- If People Talked About Seinfeld Like They Talk About Girls. Funny because it’s true! (via paigeferrari)

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hystericalparoxysm: mylestanzer: What are you. Does anyone...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 10:05:37 -0500

hystericalparoxysm:

mylestanzer:

What are you.

Does anyone have a can of neck spackle that Robin Wright can borrow?

Someone solve this deep throat mystery.

Does Chez Sardine Really Need an Omakase?

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 10:20:45 -0500

baddeal:

When friends ask for advice on where to get good, cheap sushi, I reply by asking them where to find a good, cheap house on the water in East Hampton. Catch my drift? Good sushi is expensive sushi. Most of the time.

Then we have the curious case of Chez Sardine, the only low-to-mid-range sushi joint in Manhattan I’d frequent on any type of regular basis. I awarded the restaurant a solid two-stars in my Bloomberg News column this week. Sardine doesn’t reach the epic highs of the original Sushi of Gari or 15 East, but it’s definitely your effective replacement for, say, sushi at Blue Ribbon on Columbus Circle.

Now here’s what’s interesting: Sardine doesn’t do omakase — not yet at least.

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This is one of my favorite Tumblrs ever. Every sushi eating New Yorker (that’s almost all of us here, right?) should read this post.