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When my life got out of control earlier this month (that two-week blur of torpedoed apartment, severed internet, and filthy hair), I took to watching Seinfeld for comfort and respite. My husband and I don’t have cable, so we compensate with streaming Netflix. With the internet (and all streaming options) down for a fortnight though, I… Read more »

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AANY contributor Thomas Pryor runs his very own storytelling salon! Join him the second Tuesday of every month at the lovely Cornelia Street Café… Who:  Thomas Pryor What:  City Stories: Stoops to Nuts storytelling show Where:  Downstairs at The Cornelia Street Cafe, 29 Cornelia Street, between Bleecker and West 4th. When:  The second Tuesday of every… Read more »

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In the final episode of season 4, Mr. Big moves to a vineyard in Northern California, prompting one of the best exchanges in the series: “I’m tired of old New York,” Big says. “Well, if you’re tired you take a nappa, you don’t move to Napa,” Carrie replies. I learned this evening that my good… Read more »

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Happy belated Valentine’s day to all the Big City Sirens out there. This year, I actually have a Valentine, and it even has a penis! The relationship is new, so I thought I’d go over a few new relationship tips because girls are, well, stupid. I’m stupid, you’re stupid, we’re all stupid. And if you… Read more »

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Usually, “talking to the walls” is a frustrating, unproductive endeavor. You try to get your point across, but the person with whom you’re speaking is so obstinate that you might as well be debating with masonry. Luckily, the walls in New York talk back and, like most people who live in this city, they’ve got… Read more »

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For every tourist who pukes on my bus (Almost Carrie, 1.27.12), there is another who is a true delight. After seven years of tours and 55 people per bus, the faces blur, but I do maintain a small collection of favorites. And despite the obvious frivolity of my job, there are still moments when I… Read more »

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The other day I was running errands in my neighborhood when I thought I heard someone call my name. I looked over, saw someone I didn’t know, and assumed he must be referring to some other Lindsey. I turned up Robyn on my ipod (great break-up music, btw), but after three more Lindsey‘s the guy… Read more »

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Love your beef with a side of pork, but dining with a friend who won’t go near the stuff? Contributor Kelly Moore hears your pain… I’ve been living in NYC for nearly 14 years, and I love going to new restaurants. I’m originally from the Midwest, so naturally I’m a meat-eater.  I’ll even go farther—I’m from Wisconsin,… Read more »