Saw someone lounging on St. Marks this morning.

Saw someone lounging on St. Marks this morning.

There are roughly three New York’s. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.

Of these three trembling cities, the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements.

Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.

Here is New York by E.B. White (via Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, marksbirch)

This quote is always worth rereading.

I went on the MTA Museum’s “Jewel in the Crown” tour of the original City Hall IRT station on Saturday. It’s a beautiful station that’s been closed since 1945 and I recommend the tour if you get a chance. I got lucky with the light that day. The tour guide said it was the first time he’s ever been there when both of the City Hall signs, at each end of the station, were lit up with sunlight. 

I went on the MTA Museum’s “Jewel in the Crown” tour of the original City Hall IRT station on Saturday. It’s a beautiful station that’s been closed since 1945 and I recommend the tour if you get a chance. I got lucky with the light that day. The tour guide said it was the first time he’s ever been there when both of the City Hall signs, at each end of the station, were lit up with sunlight. 

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Keith Haring’s ‘Crack Is Wack Playground’ in New York City (more info here)

I’ve driven past this place a thousand times and never knew it was called that. Some city, huh?

This is cool:

In 1986, Keith Haring got a $25 ticket for painting graffiti on a handball court in East Harlem. Perhaps sensing the crack epidemic of the 1980s reaching a fever pitch, the Parks Department contacted him months later with a request to finish the mural. 

East Houston

East Houston