“By comparison with other less hectic days, the city is uncomfortable and inconvenient; but New Yorkers temperamentally do not crave comfort and convenience—if they did they would live elsewhere.”
– E.B. White, Here is New York
I live across the street from a school and as of 7 AM, there are already soccer players on the green turf, running and panting as they chase the ball. Further up the street, neighbors carry large bags of clothes on their shoulders for their weekly visit to the lavandería. Bags and greasy paper plates and used up liquor bottles and an empty box of condoms line the sidewalks of St. Nicolas park. There is no traffic, so we wander the streets with a kind of urban machismo, rejecting the protection of crosswalks. In the distance, the Empire State Building feels undressed without its signature lights, but soon enough they will twinkle on again.
This is Sunday morning in New York.
Late fines racked up (a whopping $1.50) as I rushed to finish the nearly 500-page Pachinko this week. It struggles a little near the end, but still remains one of the best books I’ve read in a long time.
Older women in Japan shoplift in order to go to prison, where they find company and a reprieve from anxiety. It’s time to reconsider how we age.
In a New York minute.
In high school or middle school, there were whispers that a classmate had been sent to W.W. Moore, a juvenile detention facility. I didn’t truly understand what that meant. Now I do.
Lena Waithe is not fucking around.
The problem with living in a world mostly designed by men.
This week I was gifted Here is New York, and it spoke to my very soul and it is why I live where I live.
This Humans of New York interview.
Here’s to more short stories.
I love a good food anthology.
My friend Matt is my New York City ambassador. This weekend he introduced me to xiaolongbao, or soup dumplings. I am in love with their meaty broth. Find them at Joe’s Shanghai in midtown.
I feel like at this age I should know how to make crepes, right?
David and I have found our new favorite coffee spot. They serve Intelligentsia and sick beats. Thanks, barista Joe, for the sounds.