My tumblr is probably more popular at Bard now that at NYU, which is weird.
And by popular, I mean 6 regular followers vs. ~4-5
A New York University student reported missing on Saturday was found in TriBeCa Sunday evening.
After he watched paramedics load his friend into the ambulance, Mr. Chenel, clearly upset, said, “The fact that he was stuck between two buildings makes more sense now.”
People hate on NYU, but I think there’s something to be said for a school in which the professors care much more about the quality of your work than school spirit, on-campus involvement, or personality. I like the “do whatever you want as long as you get your stuff done” mentality.
Hey NYU Public Safety, next time you send an informative email about gun violence, try to make sure the abbreviated subject that shows up on mobile isn’t “Active Shooter Event…”
After all the reports and rumors and even with brown paper up in the windows, I still thought there was a chance for Pizza Box. The typical New York slice shop was part of a dwindling tribe, having been in business since 1957. Box’s owner had assured me on several occasions that they were…
This is sad — another sign of the decline of the mid-price slice. It seems more and more there’s no room for a decent “New York slice” between the hordes of $1 slice shops and (often subpar) more expensive gourmet pizzerias.
I used to go to Pizza Box often between classes at NYU. Its backyard garden seating area was an oasis of quiet solace (and, later due to declining business, solitude) in an increasingly commercialized area filled with chain restaurants, overpriced dying music venues and loud bars. I imagine things on this stretch of Bleecker will be even more different once it lives in the shadow of the new high-rise buildings NYU is about to construct a few blocks over.
Joan Didion in Dallas BBQ, black & white
Oh, the time I’ve spent in BBQ… (A popular underage NYU watering hole)
Yes, 19th st. may well be the closest theatre to this NYU building, but is it not ‘janky’ as hell? Mind you I rarely use either of those words, “janky” nor “hell,” but I feel as if they apply in this situation. That theatre has so few screens, still playing movies that came out in 2012, and with snacks limited to 90s movie fare (not that I’ve ever really wanted fries or pizza or cappuccinos at a movie) but man is this place strange.
I can’t be the only one to think so. Anybody? …
Well, I had my last day of regular class today, an Ethics lecture with the legendary, highly knowledgeable, and ever-so-sweet Thomas Nagel, who is sans hyperbole perhaps the greatest living philosopher. I’m still a little star-struck in his class. This being the last lecture, wrapping things up as neatly as possible for an undergrad philosophy course, it ran a little long and his last words to the class were, simply, “Well, looks like there’s no time for discussion. So long.”
The class applauded thunderously.
I’m not sure why but as I was leaving NYU’s Silver Center this song from Pal Joey started boppin’ around my brain, and I began humming it, then singing it outright to myself, and felt compelled to find a piano and hammer out the tune as best as I could remember.
And so begins, with the last scheduled lecture of the semester as two weeks of finals loom ahead, the second installment of my impromptu-iPhone-piano-covers-to-avoid-work series, Procrasti-Covers.
I love the colors of the buttons on the Roland… There was really something to the design of these machines that’s lost in music tech today.
I guess what I’m getting at is, and I’m not being so eloquent about it right now as I’m on-the-go, is that there was NO REASON for those buttons to be of those particularly pleasant pastel-ish hues, but they did it ANYWAY. I’ve written briefly before about similar color schemes that showed up on early Casio keyboards (as on the angularly iconic SK-1, or even the later, more-rounded SA-12, which was my first instrument) … one day perhaps I’ll write a paper on electronic instrument design as informed by and as it informed the those musicians (& their artistic aesthetics) and engineers who pioneered them… But then again putting it in words like that sort of dampens my awe/enthusiasm/child-like wonder about this not-yet-fully-formed idea. Thoughts?