In August 1820, a dying John Keats wrote a letter to his soul mate, Fanny Brawne, that begins with a fond salutation — “My dearest girl” — but goes quickly downhill. “I am glad there is such a thing as the grave,” he wrote. “The world is too brutal for me.” It ends with a romantic flourish: “I wish that I was either in your arms full of faith or that a thunderbolt would strike me.”
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P102909PS-0789:President Barack Obama pets Bo in the Outer Oval Office, Oct. 29, 2009. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
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Did you know that female-only residences still remain holed out in Manhattan? Neither did I. Let’s delve further, thanks to the NY Times’ Styles section.
“We think you have a man in there.”
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Sure enough, crouching inside amid the hanging garments was a terrified-looking male — who proceeded to run for his life. He tore out of the room and disappeared down the hall. Ms. Morales let him go, staying behind to speak sternly to his female host and order her to report to the building’s manager, Maryann Lienhard, the next morning.
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It costs about $1,000 per month to live at the Webster. For that you get a small single room and shared bath but also a hot breakfast and dinner, maid service, use of a large walled garden and a roof deck with a spectacular view of the Empire State Building.
You shouldn’t bother with men that don’t have appropriate home situations, anyway.
Heh, the nuns over at Jeanne D’Arc seem to be good sports.
Bygone conventions like curfews disappeared years ago. “On Saturday night, you start seeing everyone all dolled up and walking out the door,” said Sister Marlene Rust, the administrator of Jeanne d’Arc, which is owned by an order of Catholic nuns. “You might see them walking in again on Sunday morning or afternoon.” (Asked if anyone seemed to be embarrassed by such a timetable, the nun replied: “Why be embarrassed?”)
This may be the best Thursday Styles piece ever. (Via icanseenewyorkcityfrommyhouse)
NYC Marathon Timelapse - between mile 6 and 7 on 4th Ave. in Brooklyn.
Things start to get interesting right around :35.
Shot on the Mark 5D II with a tilt-shift lens - this is beautiful.
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Only love can break your heart?
The night is still young. Jesus be a Bloomberg upset.
When I was little I wanted to grow up to be a Fly Girl on In Living Color. It makes me wonder how I ended up here. soundslikelove@gmail.com
