He was Parks Commissioner. Did everything in his power to not build parks in Harlem. Known for giving personal touches to parks that reflected the character of the neighborhoods they were in. When he built Riverside Park, the point of the park closest to Harlem was monkey themed.
Funnily enough, the New York Supreme Court is the state’s trial court, not a final appellate court.
Language Transfer has been highly recommended in the past. I’ve only gotten through two lessons so far, but it seems like a good place to start, at least. It doesn’t have anywhere near as many languages as Duolingo does, though.
Oh for sure, the spoiled child is ready for their tantrum du jour.
I wouldn’t normally put this much stock in his assets actually getting flipped, but…
Someone or some company signed me up for Trump fundraising emails recently. The subject line of one from 2(?) days ago read: HANDS OFF TRUMP TOWER, so it sounds like they’re preparing some kind of mobilization/campaign to play the victim now that their options are quickly drying up.
I’m just tired of family members hearing on the news that another couple million in debt was just wiped out, and them calling to ask if it affects me too.
No, you’ll know when it affects me, I’ll be shouting it from the rooftops in between benders.
Much longer than the 1980s, or even the 1880s. It just became prevalent again relatively recently because the post-war boom made “The world is ending!” sound absolutely ridiculous, until austerity kicked in.
I think the message of the film was more that he was always good (to some extent) and that his earlier actions were influenced by his upbringing (in contrast to Metro Man’s)
Well, I guessed the Wordle first try today, so…
Mm, yes, but have you considered that their natural habitat may be cold, dark, wet, and rotating? And in depriving them of that, are you not the true monster?
Having driven and driven in a couple of Jeeps, I’d imagine you could get it to somersault like that by stomping on the brakes while doing anything over 60mph.
The things we sacrifice to visit CrayolaWorld 😔
There are already a lot of good answers here, but I thought you might appreciate a fictionalized version of my personal experience.
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Back in the kitchen, the hostess comes in.
“I’ve got a 2-top at table 23, who’s next in the rotation?”
“Uh… I think it’s Bob, but he’s busy doing bumps in the walk in. I’ll take it. They nice?”
“Uhh, I think they’re German.”
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Unfortunately for them, the knowledge that Europeans tend to tip poorly or not at all proceeds them. The server who took the two top will still serve them, but either consciously or subconsciously the service will suffer. Maybe your food was done five minutes ago sitting on the hot line, but your server decided to go chat up the elderly couple or the regular customer instead. Maybe the server is more rude or cold to you than other guests. Or maybe you’re lucky and your server isn’t yet jaded. Your mileage may vary depending on if you’re eating in a small town diner or a tourist hotspot, but even if the service seems fine, there’s almost certainly chatter going on behind your back from the moment you sit down.
There’s a very small chance that your server will chase after you if you leave no tip, but that is virtually unheard of and will get the server fired if it’s a nicer establishment. The more likely chain of events is that you leave, the server checks the checkbook, then goes into the back-of-house to scream/cry/drink/smoke/fuck someone/something. It’s completely ruined several of my shifts.
—BUT—
The above is all wrong. It felt gross to type, and feels grosser to know that I once felt that. These feelings may have been ‘valid’ considering the tipped system that I was a part of, but I have a hard time thinking of them as ‘reasonable’. As an empathetic human, I wish to treat everyone well. Also, I love travel, and would love to spend 30 minutes talking about the Cologne cathedral or the Bielefeld conspiracy or whateverthefuck. But I can’t, because then I’d be actively losing money. The profit motive of tip system makes servers, managers, and even clients all jaded. The anger that I felt when I was stiffed was unjustly redirected from the tipping system to the individual, because the system is designed to perpetuate itself. I make less money now, but I’m very glad I left that industry.
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BONUS: If you want to see a hilarious yet barely over exaggerated vignette of what American servers do and how they think when you can’t see them, give Waiting… (2005) a watch.
“Make sure he doesn’t pick your pocket!”