Dear Mom and Dad: Thank you for your continued concern about my wellbeing during and after Hurricane Sandy. To reiterate: I’m fine. You’ve got to stop calling to ask if I’m in the dark, in the cold, underwater, or dead. Please redirect your worry to...
If the theory that homosexuals caused Sandy turns out to be false, the only other top fallback suspect has to be global warming, right? And that shit is supposedly only getting worse by the day.
Bonfires burning bright, pumpkin faces in the night. I remember Halloween. This Halloween, I DJed at Lit, one of the few bars with electricity below 38th Street.
As Sandy hysteria hit New York last Sunday and everyone scrambled to hurricane-proof their lives, I kept getting text message after text message offering the same advice: Don’t forget to buy batteries!
On the night Sandy hit New York City, intrepid and often wacky filmmaker Casey Neistat went out on bikes with a friend and made an incredible video portrait of lower Manhattan like I’ve never seen it before.
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