"I came over from Greece when I was 17 and started out working in a market. I worked so much that I supported my mother, my father, and put my brother through college. Now my kids have everything, and don’t appreciate anything. You Americans cut em’ off when they’re 18. And that’s probably for the best. But we can’t do that, cause we’re Greek. They’re ours until they’re married."
"It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines."
You Should Date a Girl Who Doesn't Read by Charles Warnke →
A beautifully written piece that highlights that all-too-common male fear of female intellect, and their tendency to settle for those who don’t think for themselves.
"You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you.Or, perhaps, stay and save my life."
What would NYC’s low-income red-brick housing would look like with a neon paint job? Here’s a rendering by Dutch artists Haas&Hahn, who create large-scale murals in Brazil’s favelas. More over here.
"How could you possibly love her? You don’t even know her favorite book."