Jarrett’s job may be nothing less than to reflect the most authentic version of Barack Obama back at himself. … “For someone to come to you and say, ‘I am going to be the person who is your connection to the real you’ ... is very attractive.”
Enjoyed this article in The New Republic about Obama's right hand woman.
Beatrice and Lucifer should know what a non-cartoon deer looks like. Not because it’s a graceful woodland creature, but so that later, while they’re driving a ZipCar through Rockland County on their way to Storm King for a weekend away because the city “is just too much right now”, they’ll know that the brown furry thing on the side of the road may SPRINT DIRECTLY INTO YOUR CAR FOR NO EFFING REASON. You can’t learn defensive deer driving at the Bronx Zoo.
Every single line in this piece is gold. Also, I once killed a deer while driving upstate. It was a defining moment for me.
New York City is a glorious paradox: a light in the darkness, yet a grim blemish on civilization. It makes you grow up fast and grow up mean, and yes that’s a Johnny Cash lyric but just go with it.
What’s that about, you’d wonder, as you saw a group of tall Swedes dragging their suitcases down a Brooklyn block. Then Airbnb-ing became a verb and a fact of New York life.
Airbnb feature in NY Mag: “The Dumbest Person in Your Building Is Passing Out Keys to Your Front Door!”
Amritha's a great designer and an even better friend. Love the impact she's had on Uber.
The westernmost part of Manhattan, between 34th and 39th street, is pretty industrial. There’s a bus depot, a ferry terminal, and a steady stream of cars. But in the late 19th early 20th centuries, this was cow country.
An episode about Cow Tunnels on 99 Percent Invisible.