And now for something completely different: A note from EV Grieve

Wrapping up the end of week No. 2 over at Curbed. It has been fun, though I wish they wouldn't leave the front door open while the AC is on. Uh, in any event, here are some of the posts from there this last day or so. Thanks for reading.

14 New York Stories

More Beach Volleyball! More Beach Volleyball!

Write What You Know

Before the Boldface Names

Noted for the Record

Hello, New York

From the Department of Good News -- Katz's edition

In an entertaining and thorough post this morning on the state of egg creams, Jeremiah delivers a comforting passage after an interview with Fred Austin, co-owner of Katz's

As for those perennial whispers Katz’s might be vanishing, Fred says, “Every so often I drop the rumor we might be closing, just to boost our business, but I like this place too much. We’ll be around for a long while.”

Meanwhile, here's part of a reel for a documentary this fellow is making about Katz's. Here's more on the project.




And more...

Balls

Mott and Houston.

Reading this week's issue of The Villager

An update on the HOWL! Festival.

Get to know the new CB3 president.

And a fucked-up crime from Downtown Express:

A Lower Manhattan man who was in a crowd that attracted mounted police on 10th Ave. at W. 28th St. at 4:50 a.m. Sun., Aug. 3, punched one of the horses, Buck, in the nose and then grabbed the reins of Buck and another horse, McQuade, endangering the cops riding them, police said. The suspect, Alfonso Figar, 20, who lives on John St., was charged with reckless endangerment and assaulting the officers who were arresting him. Figar had to be wrestled to the ground to be handcuffed, police said.

And speaking of punching horses...forgive me for this.

Blowing smoke in Times Square, and other delights from 1964

Home Movie taken (by Castlemainer) in New York in 1964 on standard 8 film & transfered using a Workprinter XP from Moviestuff.

Things that are kind of creepy

Naked, armless mannequins. On Nassau Street.


The headless bride-and-groom bags at Duane Reade.

The moving company that will pack your kid... on Gold Street.

These T-shirts. Yeah, and he loves your big boobs.

Me taking pictures of an R-rated Snow White passing out coupons downtown. (I never caught up to her. She gave me the slip. So to speak.)

Shopping in the East Village -- then and now

Here are some archival photos I came across showing locals doing their shopping on Avenue C and Sixth Street in April 1950.



Here's a photo I took the other day showing locals doing their shopping on Seventh Street near Avenue B. 

From the publisher: The only note that EV Grieve will post today related to this matter

Oh. Hello. The fine folks at Curbed asked me to continue my guest editing duties for a second week. I have the pleasure of being there at the same time as Kurt from Restless and our old friend Jeremiah.

Here are a few of my posts from this week:

When Babs Dines Out

Commoners Offered Access To Best 20 Pine Has To Offer

Dorm Daze on the LES

Construction Watch: Rickety Platform at 211 Pearl

Hotels Booming

On UES, There Will Be Drilling (and Noise)

Ridiculous Amenity Alert, Rental Edition

The way we were, Vasmay Lounge edition

Last month Vasmay Lounge moved rather abruptly from its digs on Houston and Suffolk to the space last occupied by the Essex Ale House on Essex and Houston. Meanwhile, all the photos that lined the front windows at Vasmay remain in place. [UPDATE: Oops! Not anymore...the photos are gone...]

Now we know why the new Mets stadium is named after a bank

I've had several posts this summer about how expensive it will be to see the Yankees or Mets in their fancy-schmancy new stadiums next season. Well, the Mets just announced their 2009 ticket prices. How bad are they? Bad enough the Post made it part of its Page 1 cover package.

No wonder it's named after a bank - Met fans are going to have to open up their safe-deposit boxes to afford seats at Citi Field next season.
The choicest seats will cost $495 - a 79 percent increase.

On the lower level, where tickets at Shea were an average of $77 to $85 - depending on the opponent, day of the week and the Mets' five-tiered pricing system - comparable seats at Citi Field will average $150 to $225.

Michael Bakal, 27, of Baldwin, LI, hanging out at Virgil's in Midtown, expressed the frustration of many a Met fan.

"It costs more to put gas in the car, or to take the train, and now it costs more to get a seat in a stadium that we paid to build," Bakal said. "It's kind of insulting to New Yorkers. Go find the money somewhere else. Give us a break, leave Joe Public alone."

Tonight in Tompkins Square Park: The Graduate

I don't really have anything to say about this. Uh, plastics? And will this be another bag-search-free evening?

Previously on EV Grieve.

The New Yorker "is a Huge Machine"

I really enjoyed Rolando's post on Urbanite last Thursday on the glorious Hotel New Yorker. The hotel's room-by-room renovation is drawing near a conclusion, notes Rolando, who had the chance to take a tour of the place with Joe Kinney, the hotel's engineer and historian.  Here are a few passages from the post:

The striking pyramidical, set-backed tower was financed and built before the Wall Street crash of 1929, and opened into a sobered-up world on Jan. 2, 1930, with the Great Depression already under way.

The 43-story hotel boasted many extremes when it opened: It was the biggest, the tallest, the one with the largest switchboard, the largest kitchen, the largest private power plant. Today, its massive LED sign is a skyline fixture and is possibly the largest of its kind anywhere.

You hear of the ice follies at the Terrace Room, of visits by actor Mickey Rooney and band leader Benny Goodman, and of Nikola Tesla, the electrical genius whose obsession with numbers and his love for pigeons still draw the curious to the hotel, where he spent his final years.

The New Yorker Hotel's historically minded renovation comes at a time when the future of its former swing-era arch enemy, the Hotel Pennsylvania, has been in question, and during a time when the wrecking ball has been tearing down old New York with abandon.

The hotel’s rebirth is due in no small part to Kinney's curiosity and cheer-leading for the hotel's history.

Read this follow-up post here.

Meanwhile, I came across this article from the April 1930 issue of Popular Science Monthly on the hotel's grand opening.