They say … you can start by disregarding thread count. Here’s what else the pros know that you may not.
Let’s talk about glorious sleep and the art of how we do it best. While there may be as many ways to make a bed as there are doing dishes, with myriad choices from sheets and quilts to coverlets and duvets, one secret of life is that sleep is king and rules the day and your bedding shouldn’t stress you out. In this piece experts offer suggestions for dressing our bed, not unlike dressing to express ourselves and move through life as our best self.
Oh geez foodies
Oh geez foodies
prepare yourselves for quite possibly the most exhaustive list of pizza joints in all the land you’re stompin’ on. And let’s not fight about it: we at Speak to Dave believe in making pizza, not war!
Feast your eyes on the incredible specimens below, bookmark the source and scoot your pizza lovin’ booties to these fine establishments and get you a slice ASAP.
HOLY HOLY . . . 👀
HOLY HOLY . . . 👀
California-based photographer Chanell Stone
is challenging the genre of nature photography, made popular in the 1900s by (typically white) men like Ansel Adams and Edward Weston. The idea back then being that nature was remote, wild, and untouched — environments she notes in this NPR piece have too often been off limits or inaccessible to low income Black people.
Well now. In which we discuss the merits of television (“It’s not TV, Dave. It’s HBO”.) portraying our fair city . . . Do they get it right or nah?
By Willy Staley | Jan. 30, 2020
It was probably during the fourth episode of the second season of HBO’s “High Maintenance” when I finally noticed what it was up to. The show follows a weed dealer known only as The Guy while he bikes around Brooklyn, leading the viewer into his customers’ homes and lives, where the cameras remain long after he’s gone, letting us peer into their problems, quirks, traumas and anxieties. Like many representations of New York on TV, it’s loosely predicated on the notion that people who live here are inherently more interesting than people who live in, say, Milwaukee. This particular episode centers on a man named Baruch who has just left one of Brooklyn’s ultra-Orthodox sects. His hair is still twisted into payos, and he’s crashing with a friend in a squalid railroad apartment, looking for whatever work he can find by plugging search terms like “kosher jobs” into Craigslist. He tells his friend that he’s going on a date with a shiksa, one who has been asking him penetrating questions. “Wait a minute,” the friend responds. “Is she a writer?”
Editor’s note: This story is an update of one that ran in 2013. Read the original here.
The Public National Bank was founded by Joseph S. Marcus, a German-born clothing manufacturer on the Lower East Side, in 1908. By 1930, there were 30 branches in Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx. It was the one of the largest banks in the entire United States with a predominantly Jewish clientele.
In February of 1921, The New York Times and other publications noted the bank had purchased a plot on the corner of Graham Avenue and Varet Street with the intention of building a new Williamsburg branch. Public National already had a branch in Williamsburg, just two blocks away, but business had grown to the point that they needed to build a larger bank in order to accommodate their customers. Later that same year the architect of the new building at 47-49 Graham Avenue was announced: Eugene Schoen.