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New Yorker snow real estate.
Frommer? Hardly knew ‘er!
No. 127 W. 26th street is a ladies boarding house of the second class, kept by Madame Buemont. There is a report of a bear being kept in the cellar, but for what reason may be inferred. There is not anything else attractive about the place.
Get Your T-shirts!!

Jeffrey Forde was just taking a nap on the train. Easy enough. He woke up with a fistful of money and a mad t-shirt campaign to boot. Rats on a train! That’s right, whatthefuckers!
Just another day in baggage claim.
In Harlem, a woman was found stuffed inside a suitcase with her leg sticking out. Looks like someone [puts on sunglasses] didn’t toe the line. YEEEAAAAAHHHHHH
Happy 106th birthday, New York Subway!
Obvious: Joey Ramone street sign most-stolen in New York.
Birthplace of Hip Hop saved.
English prof takes issue with barista’s grammar, gets police escort off premises.
No doubt, the police escort probably saved her from the people standing behind her in line.
(Also — was her point of grammar even correct? What if we take ‘Tall’, ‘Grande’ or ‘Venti’ to be proper nouns, as they likely are in the Starbucks universe? And more importantly, why would anyone in New York get their bagels from a fucking Starbucks? Fucking heathen…)
When D Trains Attack!
Drunk dude has a bit of a slip ‘n’ fall on the subway platform, winds up pinned between the platform and the train in this super-cringey video.
Sure, he was drunk, but if you’re going to have limbs crushed, wouldn’t you want to be a bit numb already?
Meet Sticky, the Werzog of Canada Geese.
Pals of Paladino.
Putting the ‘candid’ in ‘candidate’, Carl Paladino is running for Governor of New York, but that doesn’t stop him from forwarding racist and sexist emails, along with bestiality videos (see “horses, bottoming for”). Suddenly, the comeback of the Luv Guv doesn’t seem so far-fetched any more… [First link prolly NSFW, depending on your workplace's black-bar policy.]
When City Agencies Don’t Have Enough Time On Their Hands
Rat Information Portal Viewer. Go ahead, pick your favorite NYC nabe!
Hipster complains about ridiculous people, doesn’t realize where he is.
Some Williamsburg hipster* has started a blog about ‘subwaydouchery‘. (As seen in today’s Post). Cue ersatz outrage.
*He’s gotta be a transplant, in that he’s under 30, has beard and plaid, works in iffy media, lives in Williamsburg but has an Anglo-Saxon last name — but most importantly, is still bothered enough by this shit to blog about it, rather than just pretend he didn’t see nuthin’, officer, or simply shrug and say ’so?’.
Sadly, he’d only been trained in banana defense.
Woman is shopping in Macy’s. Woman gets propositioned by a teenage couple. Woman gets upset. Woman’s husband rejoins her. Husband and teenage guy start scuffle. Security guard beaten with mannequin parts, blah blah blah, The End.
Fun With Old NYC Maps
The NYPL Map Rectifier is a tool for digitally aligning (“rectifying”) historical maps from the NYPL’s collections to match today’s precise maps.
Keith’s Radiator Baby.
Hipsters take over the apartment of the late, great Keith Haring; hubris and crap art ensue.


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