Here are some photos of New York City from the past few weeks. Most of the high-rises in Long Island City and Greenpoint were certainly not there at all when I lived in that area 15 years ago.
I analyzed some of my Google Photos and did a bit of QA on their AI logic – some of the mismatches are pretty funny, but it’s quite accurate considering how many thousands of photos it processes in just a single user’s account.
This might be the first example of humorous Kamala Harris fanfic – it’s a spirited reimagining of her time in Quebec and her unlikely path to the presidency. And it featrures a bunch of great music.
Ever since I announced that I wanted to be Tina Turner for Halloween (at age 7 no less), my once and future sexual orientation was always up for casual speculation among family, classmates, or strangers on the street.
I live for surprises. I am the only white boy I know that has multiple Yarbrough and Peoples singles, can sing all the traditional Spanish folk songs thanks to Joan Baez, and who listens to ABBA in its original native Klingon.
As soon as I was old enough to know what a President did or what the Congress is, I have loved the whole ecosystem of American retail politics – it’s my fantasy football league.
Many pundits and armchair pundits like myself were sure that Josh Shapiro was going to be the vice presidential pick for the Harris campaign. I’ve never been more thrilled at being wrong – Tim Walz is the real deal.
While New York City is mega-diverse, it’s also varied in the ways that these diverse groups have spread out and settled here. Think meta-diversity.
Like many who don’t live in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, Josh Shapiro is a name I only know from a casual perspective. He is the obvious choice.
The adjacent suburbs of New York City, that’s where the Roches came from. Not a household name by any measure, but nevertheless an interesting group of Irish American singing sisters who typify the results of the 1970’s music scene.