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I’m not one of those numerous loony bin creatures who believes the world is imminently coming to an end. Let me rephrase that. My computer not only crashed last week, but the hard drive cracked into a gazillion virtual pieces, all my data were destroyed, and the world seemed it […]
Strolling past Fang Fang Bakery, KK Delicious Dumpling Shop and the Buddhist Association in New York’s Lower East Side Chinatown, you come upon a stone building with four rickety steps leading down to a little door and an unimpressive basement. Inside this room are a few pictures, a gift shop, […]
I took the Big Leap last month. Not sky-diving, not bungee-jumping, not leaping in front of a New York subway. Instead, I stood up in front of a crowd of about 60 strangers, most of them half or one-third my age, and told a five-minute story. The technical name for […]
A Senior Times issue about homes? How about a 48-acre piece of land, and a one-room home measuring 84 metres long, 37 metres wide and 33 metres high and a gorgeous, crazy view of the heavens? It’s great if you don’t mind being interrupted each day by 700,000 passengers, and […]
If Valentine’s Day is about love, here goes: I love chocolate. I love a gooey Peruvian Inca chocolate bar and Belgian chocolate made on a Brussels streetcorner and New Orleans chocolate pralines, and Three Musketeers bars and M&M’s and … So my Valentine’s Day offering is a list of underground […]
Unlike a certain monarchy I know of (hint: it’s just north of New York), we Americans have democracy, and the first week of November, we will have voted for somebody to be our leader. But not our Dear Leader or Beloved Leader. Just a plain ordinary Leader. Which brings me […]
by Harry Rolnick A Montreal ami asked me to find him a hotel for his forthcoming trip to New York, with the provision that the hotel be in a “safe neighborhood.” A worldly gentleman who has lived everywhere and done everything, his fears astonished me. On second thought, though, I […]
by Harry Rolnick The great Persian poet Hafiz was once told that life enters the human body with the help of music. He replied, “That isn’t quite true. Life itself is music.” This should be the essence of the most magical musical month in New York, the White Light Festival, […]
BY: HARRY ROLNICK I once asked the late Sir John Gielgud why he appeared in such a crummy movie as Satyricon. “My dear boy,” he said, “one can’t play Hamlet every night.” Or resist participating in an ancient Roman orgy-cum-food-fight, where, as the philosopher Cicero noted, “One slave wipes the […]
BY HARRY ROLNICK One year ago, this column started with a guide to getting almost-free food in Manhattan. That was hardly good enough. So may I apologize by modestly presenting a month of absolutely free music, dance, painting, poetry and theatre amid the most beautiful (and unknown) sites in New […]
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