even more quiddities and agonies of the ruling class - a new rolling new york times thread

Hmmn I wonder if there is an easy way of solving this have an insane amount of money... Probably not.

not going to click on that obvious bait for hate-clicks, already spent too much of my life doing that.

http://observer.com/2015/10/a-boutique-drop-in-meditation-studio-is-coming-to-new-york/

bizarro, lodro rinsler is mentioned in the buddhism thread as a hacky author of buddh-esque pop philosophy.

connections everywhere. namaste

also wondering how long i could sneak by w "chief spiritual officer" on my work email sig

"chief spiritual officer"

xp!

Who wants to give me seed money for a chain of boutique bathrooms? With adjustable mood lighting, touchscreen TVs, wi-fi, curated playlists for your listening pleasure, hand-woven bathroom tissue of the softest, most absorbent cotton, artisanal soaps at the gold-plated sinks and attendants to hand you fluffy hand towels. Options available in both #1 and #2, ranging from $25 for a quick pee to $150 for the deluxe BM.

BM deluxe - the nickname that never caught on :(

Also, all of your waste products will be recycled for compost, so you know you really have a zero footprint.

With an app so you can find them, of course -- Püper.

Sorry, I already trademarked that for my Yelp of public bathrooms.

You know, if you built it on the back of a truck, so the super fancy bathroom comes to you, you'd really have something.

there's a real gold rush on this shit huh

With an app so you can find them, of course -- Püper.

― something totally new, it’s the AOR of the twenty first century (tipsy mothra), Thursday, October 22, 2015 11:23 AM (3 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Shitr

An uber of mobile bathrooms is almost a pitchable idea actually -- all those times when you're in a big city like NYC and can't find a public restroom or don't want to wait in line for starbucks. Like it obviously wouldn't succeed but I wonder if you could actually convince a VC.

Shitr and Puper are total 2011 names, if this were launched now it'd be called GottaGo

just don't let the marketing go to the people who made those ghastly inescapable ads for the product that you spray in the toilet to seal up smells (?) or whatever that was, with the "posh british lady" giving the pitch.

DumpTruck

lol

PottyWagon

Lamborweewee

Turdis

(for nurds)

A virtual bonfire of quiddities here: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/01/realestate/escape-from-brooklyn.html?_r=0

In early 2013 there was a now-infamous article in The New York Times that referred to Hastings as “Hipsturbia,” about creative types moving there from Brooklyn. But the reality is Hastings, like every other suburb I’ve seen, is not hip. In some sense hipness is inextricably tied to urbanity and coolness with a certain aloofness. By contrast, the environment here simply seems friendlier. I chatted with our mayor at a party; the clerk at the mom-and-pop pharmacy smiles at me; my children lit up when we bumped into their babysitter in the stands at the high school football game. As a 41-year-old that’s cool to me.

Little pink houses for you and me (starting at $949,000).

a grand prewar two-bedroom, which, after years of saving, we had barely managed to purchase for just under $700,000

Hastings does seem like a pretty nice town though if you can actually afford a $900,000 house, agree not "hip" but has a record store and some brooklynish farm-to-table type restaurants, and a very idyllicly situated downtown that is right on the river. Better than living in some BMW-strewn Long Island wasteland. When we had brunch there my perceptive three-year-old exclaimed "This is the Berkshires!"

Luckily, just as we had counted on, there was intense interest and a bidding war. Ultimately, the apartment sold for several hundred thousand over our asking price of $949,000, and in a bit of kismet, for the exact same price as our new home in Hastings.

hastings is a pretty nice town in the way that thousands of others (with or without river views) throughout america are. at the very least there are few 'loud' people

anyway, moving to the suburbs is an understandable choice but good lord save us from the insanely wealthy ppl insisting that they're still cool

the quote made me think of

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Gb%2B7TzrEL.jpg

is ''gutfeld'' like ''cher'' and ''madonna''?

drunkenly tweeted at the fucker : /

lol at gutfeld?

i think gutfeld is the first boss you want to beat in megaman as he gives you the gutgun

http://davidzweig.com/invisiblesbook/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/invisiblesbook.png

Aside from being laughably expensive, Hastings sounds like a nice place to live. "I get to be an adult and still enjoy the perks of proximity to New York" shouldn't require so much hand-wringing.

the OG Hastings:

http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2012/5/10/1336644662757/Old-Town-Hastings-008.jpg

about an hour from Central London on the train

actually the OG OG Hastings got washed away by the sea about 200 years ago iirc

"My wife and I both work in creative fields — I’m a writer and she is a marketing executive at a fragrance company"

Since when is being a Marketing Executive a creative field??!?!?

Well, since when is writing business books a creative field? Let's face it, the term has been debased beyond repair at least since people started thinking of Don Draper as an artist.

Fair cop that book looks shitty.

accurate:

David Brooklyn 4 hours ago
Oh, good. Another horrible article from the Times' real estate section. I'll paraphrase it so you don't have to read the whole thing:

"We had a noisy downstairs neighbor in Brooklyn so we desperately went searching for a new home, though with our modest budget of just over a million dollars (we are, after all, 'creatives'), we just couldn't find anything worthwhile, so we bravely ventured north to Hastings-on-Hudson, where we were shocked to find other people just like us, fellow victims of gentrification who had also been pushed out of Brooklyn, and together we've created a little ex-urbanite utopia where our kids can frolic and we still get to eat artisanal jam on gluten-free toast. I may have lost some of my street cred, but now we get to hang out with the town's mayor at parties! Whew."

Patricia Hastings 12 hours ago
My husband and I, a native Brooklynite, moved to Hastings about 4 months ago in search of more space. We bought a big one-bedroom overlooking the Hudson that we could probably never afford in Brooklyn or Manhattan. I just can't stand living in Hudson. With the blaring volunteer sirens going off every few hours every single day of the week, it's like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone where the town alerts residents to find the nearest bunker to hide in an alien attack. The town usually has about 3 people on the street. Another scene from the Twilight Zone? No, just Hastings where it's quiet yes, pretty yes, but a desert of culture, energy or people. Whenever I I state that my husband and I just moved here from Brooklyn, the first question is always, "Oh, do you have children?" When I say, "um, no," I receive a look of pity or blank incomprehension as if to say, "Well, why on earth did you move to the suburbs if you don't have any kids?" And the commute? I always get a seat which is great, but my wallet sheds a tear every time I have to shell out mucho bucks to get to the city only just to shell out more for the subway. And if I happen to miss my train but I now have to be a slave to the train schedule? I can't just wait for the next F train and waltz into work 15 minutes late. Nope. I have to wait another 1/2 hour then schlep on the subway to be 50 minutes late to work. The suburbs aren't what they are cracked up to be and I can't wait to get back to civilization.

Well on the point about not having kids, I have to second the "yeah duh" chorus.

http://mobile.nytimes.com/2015/12/06/fashion/our-bare-shelves-our-selves.html

"When I was 13, in the early 1990s, I dug through my parents’ cache of vinyl records from the ’60s and ’70s. We still had a phonograph, so I played some of them, concentrating on the Beatles. Their bigger hits were inescapably familiar, but a number of their songs were new to me.

Were I a teenager in 2015, I may not have found “Lovely Rita” or acquired an early taste at all for the Liverpudlian lads. The albums stacked up next to the record player, in plain sight for years, would be invisible MP3s on a computer or phone that I didn’t own. Their proximal existence could have been altogether unknown to me."

"If I’d merely clicked on the first MP3 track of “Sgt. Pepper’s” rather than removed the record from its sleeve, placed it in the phonograph and carefully set the needle over it, I may have become distracted and clicked elsewhere long before the B-side “Lovely Rita” played."

Obv it's a bit first world problems, sure, but that article discusses something I actually (and I'm imagining many parents on this board) do think about.

"how will i make sure my child has the same taste as me"?