I was recently at my favorite Manhattan diner, Sarge’s. Sarge’s is half the price of any other hardcore Jewish deli in NYC and the service there is twice as good. Should you ever be cursed to spend an afternoon in Murray Hill — make your way to Sarge’s. It is now doubly my favorite diner because there was a picture of Abbie Hoffman (eating there) at our table. The photo is out of focus, but you can’t blame Sarge’s for that.
This is me & Ann at the Cuban place on Steinway near the American Museum of the Moving Image. We go there (to the museum AND the Cuban restaurant) quite a bit. This time we brought Marcy and Jurgen and one of them (I forget who) took this photo. We look like fools here.
Lobby of the Chrysler Building:
The NYU mascot is called the Bobcat because the library is called Bobst Library, named for some rich guy named Elmer Holmes Bobst. I’m a little sketchy on who he was, but I think he made a fortune in pharmaceuticals and was in some way involved with Nixon. Ostensibly he gave lots to charity, too.
Here is a kick-ass building. The old part in front is the old Knox Hat Corporation Headquarters. The modern building behind it is the HQ (or one of ’em anyway) for HSBC in New York. They also bought out the old building, gutted it, but kept the exterior. These two buildings are one building! It’s kinda like the new building has its arm around the old one. I think this is hot shit.
Here is the god Mercury overseeing the scaffold at Grand Central Station. Behind it the Met Life building, nee the Pan Am Building.
Who is this guy?
Did you know Rebbe Schneerson still made appearances? Haven’t seen him in a while. For those of you who weren’t around in, say, 1994, this dude’s face was everywhere. And when he was dying at Beth Israel hospital, there was a carnival of crypto-civil disobedience as hardcore hasids camped out in the street nearby. One could argue that the violence in Crown Heights was all this jackass’s fault for never bothering to tell his followers that he wasn’t the Son of God. Anyway:
