Skybriddge in Midtown Manhattan
Take your romantic horse-carriage rides while you can. One of Mayor de Blasio’s promises was to rid the streets of horse-drawn carriages and the current City Council leader sponsored such a ban in 2010.
The Times has a good article focusing on the animal-care concerns, with some interesting details about the livelihood of carriage-drivers:
Mr. Hernandez and Teddy had eight fares for the day, excellent for a post-holiday Sunday. Waiting on the hack line, Mr. Hernandez fed Teddy oat pellets and corn, and allowed tourists to feed Teddy carrots. He gave Teddy a manicure of sorts, applying black polish to his hooves. The front left hoof bore his number: 3527. Mr. Hernandez himself earns $10 for every 20-minute ride, and $20 for the less common 40-minute rides that cost $90. He keeps whatever tips he gets. The rest he gives to Teddy’s owner, Angelo Collura. Mr. Hernandez first rode horses as a child on his grandmother’s farm outside Mexico City. He came to New York as a teenager and worked for nearly five years as a stableman before studying to become a driver like his uncle. He and his wife, who works in a restaurant, live in the Bronx with their two children. After work, he goes to school to become an electrician.
Read the full story here.
I’ve probably done it dozens of times but walking through quiet, almost empty Manhattan at night never gets old. If it weren’t for work the next day, I’d walk all night
Angel’s Share, still my favorite bar in the city. This “Smoke gets in your eyes” drink required the bartender to use a brulee torch to ignite some cinnamon sticks.
WINNING IN SOHO
Edit: This is apparently the Lamborghini owned by the man Jalopnik called “the world’s most stereotypical Lamborghini owner”
Normally it takes me awhile to pick photos that sum up my finished year (it’ll be hard to top 2012 and Hurricane Sandy). But this year, my fifth in New York, it was a short process. I just didn’t get around to taking very many photos. Nonetheless, there was a lot of good change for me this year, including a new job at Skift, getting to teach a (very short) data journalism class at NYU, and finally becoming a real New Yorker by undergoing the ritual of being mugged by an armed robber. It was pretty annoying at the time but, all things considered, probably one of the highlights of the year, though I didn’t manage to get any photos of it.
If I had to be honest, though, it was difficult to get over the pessimism that marked the beginning of 2013. I didn’t know Aaron Swartz besides a few short interactions with him online and through his work, but his death was devastating.
Here’s an excerpt from one of his last blog posts:
And when the system isn’t working, it doesn’t make sense to just yell at the people in it — any more than you’d try to fix a machine by yelling at the gears. True, sometimes you have the wrong gears and need to replace them, but more often you’re just using them in the wrong way. When there’s a problem, you shouldn’t get angry with the gears — you should fix the machine.
Whatever the ultimate motivation behind it, Aaron’s suicide was a profound loss for everyone who wants to “fix the machine”. We need more people with his resourcefulness and passion for charity and civic duty.
To a more hopeful year.