When I was in my early twenties, I had a temp office job for a publishing company that had just moved into new offices in lower Manhattan.
Right before they'd moved in, a basement storage room my division was using had flooded, and my boss decided a good way to guard against the recurrence by having a huge shed built. In the basement. Of the office building. In lower Manhattan.
Reader, I built the shed.
I'd done some carpentry work before, and I knew my way around power tools, but I'd never built a building-type structure before.
My main concern was that it not fall down. So I built it hell for stout, as my dad used to say, in every way I knew how.
There’s an aesthetic to hell for stout, and that table is all over it. I like to think my shed had a whiff of it too.
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Here's a thing I just looked up: As a percentage of the total, the Libertarian Party vote dropped by 64% from 2016 to 2020, the Green vote dropped by 76%, and all other third-party votes combined dropped by 71%.
One really big takeaway: Reluctant Trump voters and reluctant Biden voters both mostly held their noses and voted for their guy this time.
(Particularly reluctant Biden voters, BTW. The Green Party vote was just 0.26% of the total, the smallest left third-party haul since 1992.)
In a situation in which nobody is talking about Al Franken OR Harvey Weinstein, to pipe up to say "I have trouble with the conflation of offenses. I don’t put Al Franken in the same category as Harvey Weinstein" is a hell of a thing.
(Also, analogizing Toobin to Franken isn't a rhetorical move that does either of them any favors.)
Mostly I'm glad to know that they're in a position to make this decision for their own reasons, on their own terms. Spain (the restaurant) is such a sublimely preposterous place that they very much deserve that.
Whenever I go into Spain I feel like I'm stepping back in time to when my dad arrived in NYC from Idaho as a college freshman in 1961. Ancient red-jacket waiters, low ceilings, free tapas with your cheap white wine.
Today in "2021 is going to be so much better than 2020" news: The Brooklyn Cyclones are being promoted to a full-season minor league team! brooklyneagle.com/articles/2020/…
Who knows if they'll actually be back in 2021, and if so whether any of the minors will play full seasons, but ... MAYBE. And for 2022 and thereafter, this is very good news indeed.
(The Brooklyn Cyclones are a Mets-affiliated minor league club that plays in Coney Island. For their entire life as a ballclub, they've been in a short-season league, which has meant they only started playing in late June. But now they're getting a full season—starting in April.)
(I kid. It's a very NYC movie, and I have a soft spot for it, but it's not actually good. Real answers: The Little Fugitive, The Apartment, Summer of Sam, Taking of Pelham 1-2-3, Desperately Seeking Susan.)
Back to mention All That Jazz, The Warriors, and Liquid Sky.