The City Hall station of the NYC Subway, the showpiece station of the 1904 subway system, has been closed since 1945, but is being restored and is now open for tours by the Transit Museum. Daniel J. Grinkevich took a tour and posted his photos to Flickr.
It’s almost like stepping back in time.
Due to hurricane Irene, there will be a pumpkin shortage in the Northeast US this year.
“I think there’s going to be an extreme shortage of pumpkins this year,” said Darcy Pray, owner of Pray’s Family Farms in Keeseville, in upstate New York. “I’ve tried buying from people down in the Pennsylvania area, I’ve tried locally here and I’ve tried reaching across the border to some farmers over in the Quebec area. There’s just none around.”
I hear Funkins are actually pretty good for carving, and you can buy roasted pumpkin seeds in grocery stores, so while it’s not the same thing, it’s not a total loss.
IHOP opened a location in New York’s hip West Village and, in anticipation of late-night munchie seeking bar patrons, have hired a bouncer to make sure everyone behaves.
“IHOP is bland and belongs in Times Square — it doesn’t make sense in the East Village,” said Niall Gibbons, a bar manager.
Agreed.
Here’s a simple rubber mat that allows you to easily stack beer bottles in a pyramid shape in your refrigerator.
Again, I am flummoxed about how we landed a man on the moon before we invented this.
Seen on a recently closed Boston sports bar located about three blocks from my apartment:
While I agree with the sentiment, I just wish whoever wrote it could spell.
When I walk by it almost every morning, I get a little embarrassed, and my OCD makes me twitch and begs me to stop and correct them. However, I know that as soon as I whip out a Sharpie and begin the correction I’d hear the “bwoop bwoop” from an NYPD cruiser, and then I’d have to explain/convince them that I was just correcting a fellow Yankees’ or Jets’ fan’s horrible spelling. They’d probably let me off with a warning out of loyalty to the teams or, more likely, because they’d think I was crazy.
I can’t be the only one who really wants to correct them, can I?
Any fine, hand-made cigar has two ends, the “cap” at the top which you cut and put in your mouth, and the “foot” at the bottom where you light it. I always take a look at the foot when buying or smoking a cigar, but the other day was the first time that I really sat down and inspected one with a magnifying glass. It was only then that I truly saw the mélange of colors and textures and patterns that are in a fine cigar. It was also then that I knew I wanted to photograph a variety of cigar feet to capture the beauty in them.
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