why foreigners should <3 NY

A while ago, the city launched a multi-million-dollar marketing campaign to encourage international tourism. The ads were tailored to local populations. El oh el! Orig article.

whether or not to charge him with anything?

how about leaving the scene of an accident?






this story or the cop bodyslamming the cyclist in times square for no reason and then filing a false report... hmmm, which makes me madder?!?

from the times today:

"...I was heading north across Spring Street — in the crosswalk and minding the walk sign — when a ’97 Chevy Suburban turning left from Thompson Street barreled into me.

In that first instant, I was stunned that I’d been struck at all. How many times in the 15 years I’d lived in New York had taxis nosed a little too far into crosswalks but braked before hitting me? I was more stunned when the driver didn’t immediately stop, as if he hadn’t felt his three tons of chrome and steel colliding with my 120 pounds of flesh and bone. His tires were still turning. I tried to scream, but wasn’t sure I produced any sound.

Fortunately, others nearby stormed the hulking S.U.V. and forced the driver to stop. A man and a woman lifted me from half-under the vehicle and helped me limp over to the curb. As I tried to catch my breath, the driver rolled down his window and shouted: “You come talk to me! You come over here and talk to me!”

A woman on the corner spoke up for me: “You just hit her with your car! You get out and come talk to her!” With that, the driver backed out of the intersection and took off down Thompson.

But witnesses had noted his license plate number. One of them called 911, and several others waited with me for help to arrive. One woman brought me the bottle of iced tea I’d dropped. A doctor on her day off looked me over. Another doctor gave me the Suburban’s plate number and his own contact information. “Call me if you need a witness,” he said.

Before long, police, firemen and an ambulance were on the scene. One of the officers, noticing the upstate address on my driver’s license, said, “Don’t be scared,” almost as if I were a child. “Is this your first time in the big city?” It felt good to laugh. I told him about my recent departure after many years in Manhattan.

Once I’d calmed down and was sure I could walk, I decided to go back upstate rather than wait for hours in an emergency room. With time to kill before the next bus, I stopped into a store. I caught a glimpse of my face in a mirror and saw the mascara tracks running down my cheeks. I looked to the woman behind the counter and suddenly found myself sobbing. “I got hit by a ca-a-a-a-r!” I wailed, hiding my face in my hands.

The woman handed me a box of tissues, then used an antiseptic wipe on the gravel-encrusted scrapes on my palms. She let me wash my face in the bathroom and went to a deli to buy me a bottle of water.

I haven’t been called to testify against the driver; when I phoned the precinct, the officers said they didn’t yet know whether he was going to be charged with anything."

which is worse?

brooklyn police bike lane parking or...
this douche with his (or her) big bag of asshole points for a) driving an SUV, b) from jerz, and c) bike lane parking?


ahh the reasons i hate new york.