By January 5, it was clear that an entire country’s worth of passwords were in the process of being stolen right in the midst of the greatest political upheaval in two decades. Sullivan and his team decided they needed a country-level solution — and fast.
15 to 30 inches fell on boxing day, depending on your borough. The wind was 50 miles an hour, wet, and pushed the snow into every nook and cranny and into large squalls. All over the city, trucks and cars were abandoned.
Watch the first ten seconds of the video for Rihanna’s song “what’s my name?” (featuring Drake), and you will see an expert bit of visual storytelling.
Charles B. Rangel was the king of Harlem, are rare type of politician beyond reproach. Beloved by his constituents, he is a decorated war veteran who served as the Democratic Representative from Harlem for 20 straight terms. Despite looming corruption charges, he sailed to re-election with over 80 percent of the votes in the November mid-term election. Yesterday, the House voted to censure Representative Rangel.
New York City. I made it here. Well, almost. I made it to Queens.
On my fifth night I had a fever dream. I dreamt that I was at Liberty Island, at night, to see the Statue of Liberty. I climbed up on a chair to get a better photograph, the chair tipped, and I was plunged into the cold, dark water.
As I was sitting in my backyard, answering email and enjoying the sun, when a female robin swooped onto the little patch of grass in front of me. Every time she ate an ant she hopped closer. I sat completely motionless, fixed by her gaze.
Miami is great. It is the most superficial, do-nothing city in the US, at least parts that I have visited. It’s awesome. There is absolutely nothing to care about in the least. All there is to do is sit on the sand and drink insanely large rum-based drinks. The city lives up to its Sodom reputation, however, watching people have sex on the beach is way more boring than you’d assume.