Are you lonely? Have you a couch, or a sleeping bag, or an extra blanket? Do you want to help a human who can help you, too?
Money Lab is a show about money. When you arrive at the theater, you have to buy chips — a few red chips, a few blue chips — and during the show, you’re supposed to use these chips to buy things.
Here’s an attention-grabber to whip out next time you’re at a party with a bunch of New School grad students:
Riddle: What do Catholic priests and Patrick Bateman have in common?
The Rizzoli Bookstore is now closed. I was there for the final minutes last Friday, along with the rest of the staff. We stood outside the building on West 57th street drinking champagne, smoking cigarettes, staring at the hired guns sent by the LeFrak family and Vornado Realty to start boarding us up at 7:30pm sharp.
I can think of no better way to frame a brief introduction to Houellebecq’s work (still largely unfamiliar to Americans) than to structure it around a tension between analysis and lyricism.
Alexandre Singh’s The Humans—a play inspired by the comedies of my favorite Greek poet, Aristophanes—had sold out before I got around to buying tickets. I knew what I had to do: swallow $2.50 in quarters for raft fare across the Styx, and strangle myself.