I feel asleep last night while listening to NPR. When I woke up, I really wanted a tote bag.

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You can have your Flatiron Building and your Statue of Liberty, your Yankee Stadium and your Times Square. I’m interested in the other stuff, the less obvious and more idiosyncratic. So today I went on a minor pop culture exodus. Here was my first stop:

This is 129 West 81st Street, an address that won’t mean [...]

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Remember David?
He played live tonight as part of some sort of music and arts festival. It was in a swanky bar on Water Street, so I made my way out to Brooklyn. Anytime I leave Manhattan, I revert to some kind of overly cautious tourist, frightened of getting lost in the gray mean city. Brooklyn’s [...]

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What an awful day for weather. The sky was the color of wet, disappointing charcoal as I fumbled for my umbrella during my daily promenade to the B train.
The fine folks in human resources had to give me (and many more) their orientation this morning. I’ve been plugging along for five weeks now, so I [...]

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On quiet Thursday nights such as this one, when all the streetlights flicker to life and the all hot dog vendors push their carts home, when the last stock has been traded and the last pedestrian has been honked at, it’s nice to take stock of oneself. How am I doing?
Pretty well, I’d say. It’s [...]

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