This year, I appointed 82 energetic, diverse and passionate New Yorkers to community boards—and half of them are under 40. Young people throughout Manhattan are reaching out to our office to say they want to take an active role in working on behalf of their neighborhoods. I support this wholeheartedly, and I love the energy and knowledge that these new board members will bring to the borough’s Community Boards.
There are nearly 3,000 community board members in Manhattan, and they work on serious issues from land use to liquor licenses to zoning regulations—they help shape the neighborhoods they live in. This year’s appointees will bring zeal and hard work to their communities, and they are eager to get started.
These new appointees will be a breath of fresh air for Manhattan’s community boards—and I look forward to the working with them to affect positive change in their neighborhoods.
"Alendi Vidal of Community Board 11 is 23 years old. In her spare time she tutors young people in the community, mentors students, and works to increase youth access to educational opportunities in the East Harlem community. She’s currently an intern at the Young Women’s Leadership School."
You can debate/analyze HBO’s “Girls” all you want, you can yell FUCK! I’m In My Twenties all you want, or you can be like Alendi and get involved in your community.
Man, people who want people to read their website get so pissy when people want to respond to what they read! I love the oft-cited stat that commenters are like less than 1% of all internet traffic! And Brian Van is 50% of that (kidding!). But how come they never talk about how over 50% of all internet traffic is bots, indexing, archiving, pre-fetching, and instapapering, and flipboarding, and all kinds of mechanized hoovering that doesn’t result in measurable audience? What if it turns out that only 10% of your raw log file is a human being who stays on your site long enough to even notice there are ads? Then that 1% starts to look considerably more lucrative, when you consider historic conversion rates for direct mail and such.
Remember when all the Gawker commenters started their own blogs?
Flipping the tables in this 55-minute audio recording, the interviewer gets interviewed by Stephen Shepard, former BusinessWeek editor-in-chief and current dean of CUNY’s journalism school, at 92nd Street Y in February 2006 as part of the Media Stars series. Wallace reflects on his long career and offers commentary on highlights, including the playback of archival interviews with Eleanor Roosevelt, Nancy Reagan and others.
Sure, and those of us who went to U. of MD on in-state tuition and lived at home because housing was too expensive. The real bonus was getting a ride to and from DC with dad’s gubmint workers car pool. Miss those John Hanson Highway Happy Hours.
The only real value of the internship was getting to use the Congressional Research Service for school assignments. (I plagiarized a paper on NAFTA. My professor loved it.) I made a point of jerking off in a bathroom in the Rayburn House Office Building just so I could say, 20 years later, I jerked off in Congress.
Hi it’s Nate Hill. I’ve been writing here for years now. I am an artist. Some say “the People’s Artist.” I entertain you. I am a clown. I am sorta smart (at least I do a lot of revisions.) But mostly I entertain you. Make you laugh. Help you. But now I want to be an asshole. A douche. But who is going to care? My new work where I’m being mean to strangers is not funny or entertaining, so no one will write about it. What is it that I’m doing? I’m portraying a serial killer-ish character on YouTube by photographing innocent bystander women in bars and going home and making videos about how I want to kill them. I want to betray my audience that I once had who loved me. I mean can’tyouseehowmuchIhatewomen? But no one will blog it, tumblr it, tweet it. The phone stopped ringing completely. The story that gets written about is the stuff I did that was funny. So when I want to betray you, my big, big betrayal, it’s all going unnoticed. It makes me sad. I’ll die and you’ll think I was just a nice person who wanted to do nice things. I want to torpedo my career and no one will watch or listen. I’m trying so hard to betray you! Will someone please pay attention!!! No you won’t. Because it’s not funny. Not entertaining. It’s self indulgent. And not like the work I used to do that you liked. That work was about you. And for you. And provided you a service. You, you, you, you. I know. That’s how I designed it. People love to laugh and love themselves. But this I designed for me. To make you hate me. Will you please hate me? I’m trying so hard. Just as hard as I tried to get you to love me.
“Discussing the ways elitism codes itself into language, the editors of n+1 offer, “When Al Gore said his favorite book was Stendhal’s Red and the Black, this could be boiled down to mean, You know what? I’m an upper-class guy who went to Harvard.” It’s a great observation — the kind n+1 editorials are full of. The next sentence, however, is something strange. Not content to leave the point where it stands, the editors add, almost offhandedly, “Of course, everyone with power in America is an upper-class guy who went to Harvard.” A fairly innocuous statement, until you realize that nearly everyone on n+1’s editorial board went to Harvard — the lone exceptions of the six-person group being a graduate from Columbia and a graduate from Wesleyan. Hearing that everyone who matters in the world went to Harvard isn’t, in and of itself, all that obnoxious — unless you’re hearing it from four people who went to Harvard. Then it’s really, really obnoxious.”