On Tuesday nights, Glen Livingston normally walks from his home in New York City’s South Bronx neighborhood to his 11 p.m. shift as a supervisor at a homeless shelter in East Harlem. It’s a trip the 34-year-old Bronx native has been making for years. But when New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio announced a citywide curfew earlier this week in response to protests over the murder of George Floyd, Livingston’s usual late-night walk suddenly became a potential crime.
He decided to take an Uber, but there were none to be had. Along with other ride-hailing services across the city…
We’ve all seen it, and some of us have lived it: A bar patron mouths off to a bouncer, tags a wall, gets in a fight, or is just too drunk and disorderly. They’re not just kicked out for the night, but “eighty-sixed” — permanently banned from the establishment.
Now imagine if a bar owner could flag that ejected patron digitally, documenting their transgression for other bar owners to see and placing them on a nightlife equivalent of a no fly list that stretches across city, state, and even international borders.
PatronScan allows bars to do just that. The PatronScan…
Founded in 2014, Omni is a startup that offers users the ability to store and rent their lesser-used stuff in the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. Backed by roughly $40 million in venture capital, Omni proclaims on its website that they “believe in experiences over things, access over ownership, and living lighter rather than being weighed down by our possessions.”
If you’re in the Bay Area, you can currently rent a copy of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo from “Lan” for the low price of $1 per day; “charles” is renting a small framed lithograph…
The storm was so bad that the ceilings in the media tents began to bow, and we took this as our cue to leave. We were well-informed of our options: One could easily escape the Democratic National Convention by public transit or Uber car, but not Lyft, taxi, or a kind friend. Our Lyft that morning had been nearly turned back by Uber staff —
Democratic National Convention’s conditional celebration of a certain kind of woman
The rise of identity politics is so often representative of a down cycle in revolutionary politics, a kind of retreat from the outside world and a renewed inward focus.
Like most one-sentence statements about politics, this is a broad generalization, but it’s what I think about after I’m summarily rejected from the fifth ladies/womens/girls event in two and a half days at the Democratic National Convention due to overwhelming, unexpected popularity. Everyone is hella psyched on the supposed gentler gender, or at least they think they are.
A convention congested, if not contested
The opening day of the Democratic National Convention saw a series of marches, rallies, and protests in support of a Democratic candidate for president — just not the one likely to be nominated. Bernie Sanders supporters both inside and outside the convention hall protested Hillary Clinton’s impending win with colorful props, exuberant passion, and suffocating sage.
A last sketchbook from what could well be the last days of this Republican Party
After three days of Republican National Convention, I’d begun to grow numb — though not ever truly numb enough, as organizers were intent on closing the bars at least an hour prior to each evening’s events in order to encourage as many warm bodies as possible to occupy Quicken Loan Arena’s sad rows of empty seats. I watched as the patriotically dressed masses chugged their $7 American bottled beers at last call and then slouched toward not Bethlehem, and I almost felt sorry.