Space…the giant big empty above our heads. It’s terrifying in its bigness and emptiness, but that didn’t stop some students from CUNY’s Medgar Edvers College from building a satellite they gave to NASA, to be launched into space. And now that satellite has been attached to a rocket and sent up to the stars, meaning Brooklyn is the first borough to puncture the atmosphere and make our mark in space. Suck on that, Queens! (more…)
We wonder if this will be a good FIT in Greenpoint. Eh. eh? via New York Shitty
Just in time for New Year’s resolutions, a new New York Sports Club is scheduled to open in Greenpoint this winter, which is great for those with a New York Sports Club membership or those who would consider buying one, and less great for those who can’t afford to pay half the price of health insurance to have a gym membership.
For those less excited about fitness centers in the neighborhood and the attendant spitting out of sweaty body-builders and yoga mat girls, this probably means another corporate eyesore popping up on our nice, quiet north Brooklyn street. The NYSC joins Greenpoint Landing, the Dunkin Donuts literally everywhere and the Starbucks opening on Union Avenue on our “Increasing Capitalist Ventures, Dwindling Old-world Charm” bingo cards. (more…)
Despite the best efforts of Hell’s Kitchen, SantaCon is coming back this year, and given that the mob of Santa Clausi might have a persecution complex, it’s best to just stay out of their way. Of course, how do you know where to go, aside from anywhere that isn’t the Lower East Side, Williamsburg or the East Village? Like last year’s anti-Santite posters put out by Eater, activist neighborhood group LES Dwellers has picked up the ball and has made posters of their own for bar owners to put up in their drinkeries, like the one above spotted by a redditor. Although since these have no legal authority, we kind of wonder if this is just inviting trouble? (more…)
We knew the police blotter, we served with the police blotter, and you map, are no police blotter
Earlier today we were gnashing our teeth, as we do, about the death of the police blotter and it’s myriad wonders. And like some parent trying to distract a kid from the death of their dog by buying them a new, worse dog, the NYPD has released an interactive crime map of their own. “See?” they say, “It’s just the same as the thing you used to have and loved!” Except it isn’t, because it doesn’t even give any details and WE HATE IT. (more…)
The medical field is one of those things that is basically alchemy to us, given all the experience we have with it and our utter lack of contact with it due to being uninsured/young and unbreakable. That’s why we’re glad Gina Bellafante at the Times let us know what’s happening in the exciting field of medicine in New York. Except what’s happening there is that doctors aren’t taking insurance and setting themselves up as doctor concierges (docierges?) to people who are willing to pay $25,000 per year for the privilege. And the service comes with all sorts of life-extending extras, so basically our billionaire oligarch class will never die. (more…)
He was right all along, and he didn’t even need to go to Harvard
Nobody likes paying rent, except for maybe those weird kids you went to school with who’d remind the teacher about homework. But at least we can rest easy knowing that the rent we’re paying isn’t slowly sending us to the poorhouse because it hasn’t massively shot upwards while our wages have gone down just as quickly. Wait, what’s that? A fancy Harvard study, America’s Rental Housing, found that that’s the exact thing that’s happening? It’s almost like capitalism is a heartless endeavor that only favors the rich or something. (more…)
One of the joys of looking at the news is the police blotter. Yes, it’s informative and alerts you to potential dangers in your neighborhood and city, but it’s also the place you go to for bizarre stories like the man who thought he was a pirate in Bensonhurst. But Brooklynites are going to have to find a new source of crime-based entertainment (perhaps Criminal Minds?), because apparently the NYPD is doing away with the practice of sharing police blotter information. (more…)
If the photo booth is this fun, just imagine how great the rest of the party is. Photo by Sarah Gainer
We knew the No Office Holiday Party (happening Thursday, have you RSVP’ed yet?) was a big deal for the likes of us humble bloggers and freelancers. But it turns out it’s also an awesome sociological event for the New York Times to talk about, so they invited us to talk about it in their “Room for Debate” about office Christmas parties. Here’s a couple paragraphs from our editorial, be sure to read the whole thing!
After all, don’t people who toil in co-working spaces and coffee shops and apartments also deserve to bask in the pleasures of karaoke, vodka luges and electric sexual tension with people who have similar lives? Shouldn’t freelancers be able to celebrate their ability to chase down work like wolves without the peace of mind of an auto-deposit every two weeks?
At the “No Office Holiday Party,” we’re celebrating not just the holidays but the young laptop nomads, coffee shop dwellers and gig workers who chisel away at their passion project in the cracks between babysitting or stocking chickpeas. Working alone doesn’t mean you actually are alone. And besides, not having to go into an office the next day means not having to combine a hangover with fluorescent lights.