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by Phyllis Schieber 05/01/2011Neighborhood: Featured, Uncategorized
When Jeffrey and I argue, my mother always weeps. "Shame on you," she says. "I wish my brother, Shmuel, was still here for me to argue with. Shame on you!" My brother and I hang our heads. We wait for her to leave the room, but she is not yet finished. "Is this what I [...]
The Company Shit Burner
by John Samuel Tieman 07/04/2010Neighborhood: Across the River
Last week, I’m taking a shit and get this recovered memory. It’s like a life lesson: repetition is the soul of disaster. Because pilots make frequent landings, a special warning light is installed in many cockpits, this to remind pilots to lower the landing gear. Everyone makes mistakes that are the product of repetitive activity. [...]
A Fan’s Statistics
by JB McGeever 03/15/2008Neighborhood: Jamaica, Queens
Two times per year the New York State English Regents Exam visits the high schools of our fair city, four comprehensive essays over a period of two days, and this January’s results are in. In my building, preparation for the exam begins in the ninth grade and continues right until the students enter class to [...]
Brookti & Me: 3 Years On
by Betsy Berne 02/10/2008Neighborhood: Tribeca
[For earlier Brookti & Me, check here and here . --eds.] ** I’ve been reading a lot recently about our new “post-racial” world, where we have “transcended race,” where a black man is running for president and white people are actually voting for him. I’m wondering, if we have transcended race so successfully, why are [...]
I Am Not a Crook!
by Joseph Scalia 02/10/2008Neighborhood: Brooklyn
It was Richard M. Nixon who said it best when he uttered those immortal words: “I am not a crook!” For the record, he also said, “I have never been a quitter,” just before he resigned the presidency back in 1973. So go figure. I have always thought of crooks as cartoon burglars wearing Lone [...]
Nature, or: Having Dinner with Four Men on a Saturday in February
by Kate Hall aka mistress x 06/01/2006Neighborhood: West Village
They are like a set of bees fighting over a flower. The waitress waits as long as she can before taking our orders because she knows there is an order to everything, that I was the sort of homecoming queen who slept with half the football team before a Saturday night game. Used as I [...]
Memoirs of the Kerry Administration
by Thomas Beller 11/04/2004Neighborhood: Uncategorized
A friend of mine had a screaming fight with his father a couple of weeks before the election. The subject of the fight was politics. The father supported Bush. The son supported Kerry. The fight was heated, and eventually the son slammed down the receiver. He hung up on his father. Days passed. The phone [...]
A Day with the Delegates from Texas
by Debbie Nathan 09/10/2004Neighborhood: Midtown
I’m a long time Texan currently living in New York City, and I recently spent some time in the company of the Lone Star delegation, when they came to New York for the Republican National Convention. Most were esconced at the New York Hilton on 53rd and Sixth Avenue—“Avvnoo of the Amuricas,” as the delegates [...]
The Condiment War
by Daniel Maurer 11/26/2003Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Dumbo
Anyone who passed by the intersection of Adams and Plymouth on the summer evening of August 9th must’ve been confused—violent splashes of every color imaginable had turned a dull concrete lot under the Manhattan Bridge into a gargantuan Jackson Pollock painting. Not that shocking in artsy DUMBO, but closer inspection revealed that this was no [...]
Going to Washington D.C.
by Saïd Sayrafiezadeh 04/21/2003Neighborhood: Midtown
Day 24. Widespread looting in Baghdad. I had been gearing up for three weeks for the antiwar demonstration in D.C., but as it approached I became uncomfortably aware of several things. First of all, none of my friends were going, in fact, most had not even heard about the demonstration. Secondly, I did not like [...]
The New York–Baghdad Connection
by Saïd Sayrafiezadeh 03/28/2003Neighborhood: Manhattan
Day three 1,300 cruise missiles and bombs hit Baghdad. At work I have to use the freight elevator to bring my bicycle into the office. The elevator’s operated by an older Eastern European man with a deeply lined face and thinning hair. He dresses in the company uniform and a pair of beaten Air Jordans. [...]
A Real Bomb in America’s Secret War
by Nhek Sarin 03/28/2003Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad
A flaming sunset in western Cambodia, in the middle of 1972. I was coming back from my uncle’s house. I was about 500 meters from my house, when there were suddenly terrific sounds, like thunderclaps, “Boom! Boom! Boom!” Immediately, I saw the spark and the firelight emerging into the flaming sky. I was very frightened [...]
