April 13, 1988 The first issue of New York Press appears. Russ Smith, formerly of the Baltimore City Paper, is the Press' first editor and part owner. The offices of the Press are located at 530 Broadway at Spring Street.
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Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars This classic Bowie concert doc, shot in 1973 by D.A. Pennebaker, is well known to die-hard fans, but newcomers should also appreciate the movie, which captures Bowies final performance as Ziggy Stardust. A bonus to newbies and old hands alike, MAD is screening a rare 35mm print of the film.
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Come, ye pasty, Vitamin D-deprived and weak. Bring yourselves into the sun, fill yourself with nourishment and feel life flooding back into your body. OK, maybe it’s just beer and not actually life, but when did you get so nitpicky?
Aurora Williamsburg Cozy up for an intimate evening in the garden area of this Williamsburg staple that serves delectable Italian food and wines. If it rains, you can still enjoy the view from under the comfort of the glass roof. 70 Grand St. (at Wythe Ave.
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The best option for your happy hour show-going will forever be the River to River Festival. This years program, which runs from June 19 through July 16, features shows from Patti Smith, Dirty Beaches, Lower Dens, Weekend, Laurie Anderson, The Wake, Bill Laswell, Rufus Wainwright, My Brightest Diamond, The Radio Dept.
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Whether you’re actually sporty or just look really good in shorts, there’s plenty of outdoor activity to keep you sweating this summer—not that you’ll need a whole lot of help with that.
Rollerblading in Central Park Rollerblading in Central Park appeals most to teenagers who now need another hangout since the ice rinks are all gone, as well as Brooklyn types who are increasingly replacing bicycles with blades on Bedford Avenue.
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92YTribeca If you cant escape the heat of the city, we suggest you do the next best thing by grabbing a beer and enjoying some air conditioning and a film at 92YTribeca, which has exciting programming all summer long.
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The end of summer is when we decide to torture ourselves with the New York International Fringe Festival. But since its celebrating 15 years, weve decided to treat ourselves to the best of the Fringe early. The series started May 5 and continues through Aug.
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KGBs Fantastic Fiction Speculate about the mysteries of life and science over cheap beer while you listen to good fiction. A mix of veteran and up-andcoming writers of speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy and horror) read excerpts and short stories once every month for this free event.
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Everyone has one—a barista you're totally smitten with, a hot dog vendor who turns heads, a waitress that gets you wet or a dreamboat bouncer who haunts your every waking moment. The idea behind the LUST LIST was to take nominations from our readers to determine what sort of straight crushes, gay love and bi-curious longing was out there for those in the service industries. Quite a few descriptions were lobbed our way—"the girl with the neck tattoo who gets me my coffee," "the hottie who has arms that go on for days"—and then it was our job to hunt these people down and profile some of New York's most desirable people. We even determined if they were available to date, what sex they preferred and the best way to flirt with them next time you order that burrito.
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Brooklynite Vince Lombardi may be credited with coining the phrase, "Winners never quit, and quitters never win," but all that says is that Lombardi never had a soul-sucking, ass-puckering, emotional-equilibrium-destroying job that forces you to question the ultimate wisdom of the panhandlers and their canned subway sob stories.
As we saw this past summer when Steven Slater exited his job as a Jet Blue flight attendant so grandly (with two beers in hand and a slide down the emergency exit onto the JFK runway), it can pay to quit in grand style. So when your epic hangover is the only thing that makes going into the office tolerable because the pounding drowns out the screaming of the Boss From Hell and your fantasies about going all Vlad The Impaler on your coworkers seem more real than whatever email you just typed: It's time to quit.
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