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I rewatched The Counselor a little while back and realized I'd been wrong not to like the only movie Cormac McCarthy wrote the screenplay for. I wanted to write something with the 10th anniversary of film coming up, but decided to do it for
Going to Bushwick. I feel like I should write my wife a letter about now I’m going on a great journey and I don’t know when I’ll be back and play Ashokan Farewell as I leave the apartment.
I rewatched The Counselor a little while back and realized I'd been wrong not to like the only movie Cormac McCarthy wrote the screenplay for. I wanted to write something with the 10th anniversary of film coming up, but decided to do it for
Thought it was going to be a chill summer with every other store being a “Zaza bodega,” but now I fear there will be people who wouldn’t dare step foot on a public beach getting lit up on top shelf versions of the recipe.
NYT publishing a nutcracker recipe is too funny to actually be real. and yet, https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1024210-nutcracker?smid=ck-recipe-iOS-share…
I wrote a love letter to the best fried chicken wings in New York. https://okayplayer.com/exploring-the-legend-of-snyder-wings-the-best-fried-chicken-in-new-york-city…
Wheatepaste ad as seen on St. Mark's Place & 2nd Avenue in the East Village. (Reader photo.) @innoutburger NYC 2023 Not sure if this is real or not (and not for this location, as far as we know).
At some point in that period of time Miss Piggy made the decision that she’d trick Kermit into marrying her by swapping in a real priest if the musical happened.
It just dawned on me that I saw The Blues Brothers when I was 3 and Belushi going "Sell me your children" in the Eastern European accent to the boring stiffs sitting at the table behind him is basically the Rosetta Stone for my entire sense of humor.
Just saw a hawk swoop down and try to grab a rat. The rat made it underneath a parked car and the hawk just looked around for a second before giving up. Cormac McCarthy did not die for this.
I see the potential library budget cuts in NYC and I think how important it is that we keep libraries open and invest *more* than we do in them, but I also think about how much the city keeps taking away, how little they care about the people that live here. #NoCutsToLibraries
Indiana Jones premiere surprise! Steven Spielberg gives nods to fellow creators of Indy - George Lucas, Harrison Ford, and someone who isn’t on stage, John Williams. Then the curtain rises to reveal Williams and a full-blown orchestra. Crowd goes ape!
am absolutely losing my mind at Bill de Blasio FINALLY speaking out about dropping that groundhog (which died several days later) in 2014.
"I put on these gloves, and they’re like, 'Here’s a groundhog,' I’m like, 'What the fuck?'"
“Fearless Chutzpah” could also sound like a Weird Al take on a George Michael song or how you describe your great uncle Maury eating a third helping of cholent with too many beans.
In remembrance of Robert Gottlieb, who died today, we’ve unlocked his Art of Editing interview from our archive.
https://theparisreview.org/interviews/1760/the-art-of-editing-no-1-robert-gottlieb…
Michael Shannon's Closet Picks The award-winning actor highlights performances he admires, including John Hurt in THE ELEPHANT MAN & Catherine Keener in BEING JOHN MALKOVICH. Shannon's directorial debut ERIC LARUE had its premiere at @Tribeca this week & plays again tomorrow!
It’s always closed when I’m here. Starting to feel like the upstairs of the Midtown Potbelly is like the part of the Field of Dreams that James Earl Jones goes into with the ghost baseball players.
“Real Hotel California vibes at this Midtown Potbelly,” he says as he holds the bag of Zapp’s Voodoo Heat chips to his mouth and empties the crumbs down his throat.
The present scene at the Midtown Potbelly I’m at is a family of confused tourists from some Scandinavian country, a man in a suit with his tie over his shoulder as he eats, and an unsupervised child who may live here.