Want to draw her picture? Now you can. via Facebook
We are not the world’s most artistic people, it’s one of the reasons we use our words to make a living. That doesn’t preclude us (see, big word) from taking an interest in drawing things under the right circumstances. Like say, if there’s a bunch of alcohol involved. And then if you want to just go the extra step and decide we’re going to be drawing a sinful burlesque performer, well sure, what the hell, we’ll be there. Apparently Ditmas Park’s Bar Chord read our damn minds, because they now have themselves a burlesque drink and draw. Va-va-voom! (more…)
How many books do you want for Christmas? The obvious answer is “all of them,” because you’re a huge nerd (who isn’t these days?) who’s collecting them like so many Pokemon. The problem with that, of course, is that books cost money, and from a practical perspective, the more books you have, the more of a pain in the ass it is to move. But what if you could just have someone else store all the books you’d want to read? While Mellow Pages isn’t quite that, it’s as close as you’re gonna get, so tell your friend to get you a membership there for a year, it’s just $20.
What does a Mellow Pages membership come with? Aside from being able to take out books from Brooklyn’s only user-sourced library, you also get free coffee, and presumably people will always be happy to see you when you show up. And unlike a regular library, Mellow Pages has tons of small press books and oddities like The Life and Times of Martha Washington in the 21st Century. Plus, no judge-y librarians shushing you. $20 at Mellow Pages, 56 Bogart Street, Bushwick
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 reasons New York is so great is that in plenty of neighborhoods, you don’t need to own a car. But when it’s raining, you’ve got things to transport or your subway line is down, the humble taxi driver is there to pick your non-car owning self up from your decision. And not only do they drive you where you need to go, they’ll shoot the shit with you and make your ride that much more interesting. So what better way to pay tribute to the cabbies of our lives than buying a taxi driver beefcake calendar, so that cabbies can always be with you?
Here’s a fun fact: Brokelyn was founded thanks to the generosity of a deceased cabbie (this is true), so maybe we’re a little biased in this situation. But we think cabbies are great, and absolutely deserving of this sexy calendar, made by Philip Kirkman and Shannon McLaughlin. And not only does this full color calendar come with one full year of New York’s hunkiest cabbies showing you their sensitive, hardworking and party sides (above), 100% of the proceeds goes to University Settlement, New York’s oldest settlement house that works to help immigrant families and working people. And maybe you should carry this on your person if you buy it, so you can get an autograph if one of these men will pick you up in their cab one day. $14.99, online (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.