Idiotic New York conventional wisdom
It’s bad enough having to hear Boomers drone on about how New York has lost its edge. These tend to be folks who rarely leave Manhattan and have almost certainly never been to, say, an illegal Todd P show in Bushwick, surrounded by naked dancers and kids doing lines in plain view. Distressingly, though, this loss-of-edge notion has gone global:
“I’d hate to see Berlin smoothed over, with no critical voices left, the way the alternative art scene has been sanitized away in New York,” said Felicitas Adler, 54, clad in a trash-art sculpture she made out of cardboard and empty plastic bottles painted black at a recent demonstration to save Tacheles.
Ms Adler, please contact me before your next visit, and I’ll show you a thriving “alternative art scene”. In Brooklyn. Which is still, last I checked, part of New York.
Dear MTA:
You’ve added recorded announcements along the L line, regularly updating passengers about how long it’ll be until the next train in each directions arrives. That’s great.
But at the terminus at Eighth Avenue? They’re irritating. Because, according to the announcement, a;; trains arrive “on the Eighth Avenue-bound track”.
i don’t know what that means. I’m already at Eighth Avenue. Every train that arrives — on whichever of the two tracks — is bound for Eighth Avenue.
And so your announcement means nothing to me, and only serves to irk me. Which means that I tune it out. Which means that I’m less likely to take any of your other announcements seriously.
New Post on Infrastructure
I have a new post up at PBS’s Blueprint America blog (I’m reporting for the project) on the best of infrastructure posts online from the past couple of weeks.
Another foray into the NYC comedy scene
We went to another standup event tonight, our second in the past three months. It was an evening of African-American comedians, and it exceeded expectations. The standout was the closer, an albino African-American.
Come to Milton Keynes
My friend Ron Pyke apparently had his first encounter with the UK town, even though he’s lived in England for years. The town is disconcerting, down to the fake livestock.
The first time I encountered the phrase “Milton Keynes” was in the title of a Style Council song. And, like Ron, I thought it was a fusion of disparate ideas. He thought it was John Milton crossed with John Maynard Keynes. I thought it was Milton Friedman crossed with Keynes.
The difference says something about our personalities, but I’m not sure what.
