The GLBL Yoga crowd-funding expedition, culminating with a hoped-for 15,000 yogis converging on Central Park in August, is on the receiving end of a lot of controversy.
When you're out, about, and fully engaged in your New York City hustle, there's one particular experience capable of granting you a little space all your own to catch your breath and use exactly as you see fit: Cab rides.
There are two ways of coping with New York: The first is to throw yourself right on in there; the second is to go for a slightly different perspective.
I decided to kick start my Gay Pride Week off by returning to my activist roots and attending the silent march against the NYPD policy of "Stop & Frisk" on Sunday, June 17 in New York City.
So it's been five months. Five months without a lick of booze. And I feel good about this experiment even though it's really really brutal and annoying at times.
On a more serious note, to the dad from New Jersey smoking a cigar while pushing your daughter in a stroller: Will you be my muse? You pushed me to the next level. After I judged your behavior, I was in the zone. Nobody and nothing was getting passed me.
The place, ablaze with lights and crowds, just begs to be turned into an art arena. It's the exact opposite of a serene gallery or museum space. And it absolutely requires a display that reveals this dilemma. How to grab and hold a viewer's attention amid all that hustle?
I made it through the tunnel and drove back to New Jersey with an empty car. I wanted to scream and yell at the landlord, but instead I called my son and told him how much I loved the apartment.
Ice T, the original gangster, master of hip-hop, actor, reality star and now director, laid it all out to rappers, moguls, execs and fans on Tuesday, June 12, in the Starr Theater at the Lincoln Center in New York City.
I don't know what happened to the briefcase, quite ragged by the time he died, that my father carried home each night by its leather handles. It was a...
Mr. Mazarriello reached beyond the stereotypical portrayals of American fatherhood and seized an opportunity for his sons to teach themselves about something more important than sports or toys.
Like everyone else, my original feed was a rag tag line up of cocktail shots, playground photos, late night blurs, about-to-be-eaten dishes and Roman monuments, contributed by anyone who showed up in my friend directory and yours truly.
It's a town where you don't just go out for Chinese, Spanish, African or Italian food: You go out expressly for Sichuan, Basque, Senegalese or Sardinian.
Because school is out and I don't have any major obligations, I decided to take in as much of New York as possible on Saturday.
For every beautiful thing that happens in this city -- and there are many -- at least a few things a day make you question what you're doing living in the steaming pile of disease that is the Big Apple.