New York City is known for its assortment of quirky and oddly specific museums, whether it’s gems like the Morbid Anatomy Museum, the cabinet of curiosities that is the City Reliquary, or the sheer weirdness of the Torah Animal World (a collection of taxidermied critters from the Old Testament, all lovingly arranged in a Hasidic rabbi’s home). And yet, somehow, until a friend invited me to “an evening of mathemagical mystique,” I had never heard of the Museum of Mathematics. Even though it’s billed as “the coolest thing that ever happened to math!”
What is there to say other than, ‘Where’s our park?’ and, ‘The promise was made,’ and, ‘Do it’?” State Senator Daniel Squadron asked Sunday at the CitiStorage site, on the anniversary of a seven-alarm fire that renewed calls for the greening of the eight-acre plot on the Williamsburg waterfront. Turns out, there was more to say: the state senator was joined by Council Member Stephen Levin, Congresswoman Carolyn Maloney, and other elected officials and activists who once again called on Mayor de Blasio to acquire the land and make good on a promise made by his predecessor. So how many ways are there to say “Where’s our park?” Play the video to find out.
Chants of “Feel the Bern,” “Not for sale,” and “We are the 99 percent!” echoed down Broadway on Saturday as New Yorkers participated in a national March For Bernie. The candidate himself was present only in the form of cardboard cutouts, hand-drawn portraits, and (in one case) a Bernie puppet, but that didn’t stop hundreds of supporters of all ages and stripes (humans, canines, pigs, a #butterfly4Bernie, and the purple people eater below) from marching from Union Square to Zuccotti Park.
Last week, we gave you the heads up about Exponential Festival, a cavalcade of local productions that are “all experimental and strange in nature, but in a way that’s experimenting with the idea of experimental theater,” according to founder Theresa Buchheister. With the fest continuing through Sunday, we checked in to see how it’s going. Watch our video for a taste of the shows at The Brick, Cloud City, The Silent Barn and The Bushwick Starr.
“Are there any white people here?” Atheer Yacoub asked the audience last night at The Experiment Comedy Gallery. “Can I hide behind you until this election is over?”
Yacoub played host for Hilarious Muslims: a Patriotic Stand-Up Show, the second all-Muslim comedy showcase at Williamsburg’s newest DIY comedy venue, which caught a wave of viral attention recently when owner Mo Fathelbab introduced the “Donald Trump Special” last Friday.
Before Dinosaur Jr. took the stage last night to play its debut album in its entirety, superfan Henry Rollins told the packed house at Bowery Ballroom what he thought about Dinosaur, released in 1985: “It was a standout record then, it is a standout record now.”
We all know someone who collects coins, PEZ dispensers or even pop culture memorabilia. But for some of New York City’s most fascinating collectors, their collections are less a hobby and more like an obsession. Sometimes it’s even a full-time job.
Not all fancy benefit performances open with a casually-dressed Eric Bogosian nursing a Brooklyn Lager and proclaiming in a deep drawl to the cocktail-clutching audience, “I’ve got a long, thick, well-shaped prick,” but Performance Space 122 isn’t your typical theater.
Gil Faizon and George St. Geegland, uber Upper West Siders, ventured across the river this past Friday to say “Oh, hello” to everyone at “Comedy Central Live in Brooklyn.”
“This is that hipster neighborhood I’ve been hearing all about,” carped St. Geegland (played by John Mulaney), addressing the packed house at the Kings Theatre in Flatbush.
“I know a lot of you complain about new groups coming in and replacing you,” Ada Calhoun told the crowd of East Villagers and ex-Villagers gathered in Cooper Union’s Great Hall last night. “If you’re not a Lenape Indian, I just don’t have a lot of compassion.”
Behind her was a photo of the area in all of its bucolic splendor, 400 years ago – way before the Pinkberrys and the Red Mangos inspired the tongue-in-cheek title of her new hyperlocal history, St. Marks Is Dead: The Many Lives of America’s Hippest Street.
The best holiday of the year set off waves of joy and craziness on Saturday, and we’re not talking about Halloween. Bike Kill, the annual celebration of freaky pedal-powered things and getting drunk while riding them, took over a semi-secluded industrial lot deep in Bushwick and, as you might expect, much delirious mayhem ensued.