The love letter I picked up, carnation, and my crystal. (Photo: Kristy Ann Muniz)
My period was already a day late when I signed up for the naked meditation. Class was scheduled for Saturday — five days away. On Thursday, I began to spot. I went to the website for the Young Naturists and Nudists America to see what the organizers of the event suggested: a Diva Cup, a silicone-based container purported to be more discrete than a tampon. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but the list of items I feel comfortable putting inside of my body is not very long, and something with the word “Diva” in the title is certainly not on it. The website also condoned underwear, but (no pun intended!) I didn’t want to half-ass the experience, so I decided to just tough it out with a tampon. More →
“The real thrill existed in our new found ability to reach the fridge while still in bed.”
I often wonder if we would have ever left Manhattan, had a strange man not been living in the basement of our apartment.
Living in the city is a surreal experience for most post-grads – high rise buildings full to the brim with clouds of marijuana, organic produce, and receipts from the local dry cleaner – and if our little corner of the Lower East Side was not one of the last safe places for stowaways, vagabonds, and migrant workers, perhaps we would have continued on with life the way it was; my girlfriend, Danielle, pushing papers for a small corporate law office, and me, pitching diversity inclusive initiatives to one of the last generations of old white men in corporate advertising. More →
With the Peter Stuyvesant Station post office closing today and moving over to a retail-only location next week, it seems like a good time to post this photo we took at San Francisco’s Beat Museum — of Allen Ginsberg’s old business card. We’re not sure who has that number now — it just rang and rang when we called it (which, come to think of it, is kind of eery). More →
Yet another Williamsburg business has moved to Greenpoint in search of lower rent, and at their “Re-Grand Opening” Sunday, you can score a free massage, a free kinesiology session, a free smoothie and some info about shamanic healing. Hey, it beats sitting around doing laundry. More →
The woman who was struck by a train at the Broadway-Lafayette station Thursday morning has been ID’d as Liza Dye, a Bed-Stuy comedian who was a regular at UCB East. The Beast is holding a benefit for her tomorrow and fellow comics have started a fundraising campaign that aims to raise $50,000 for her medical expenses.
Rocio Espada had no idea her family’s story would be used to introduce a major new policy of Mayor Bill de Blasio’s Monday in his State of the City address. “I thought wow, I’m so honored,” she said, after receiving a phone calltelling her about it. “Because it is not only about me, it’s about a lot of parents out there.”
A trail of self-praise has followed Citi Bike over the last week. Over 6,000 Citi Bikers pedaled through the city against the Polar Vortex and just yesterday the program announced that it had signed up its 97,000th member. So why is the docking station outside of the Lillian Wald Houses on Avenue D and East 5th Street so often chock full of bright blue bikes?