This is a NaNo haitus-- not that I am getting far in the novel-- but I break it for this article about the changing New York (and how we used to be able to say "I'm from New York and that meant that even if you were sheltered you could probably throw a punch or hire someone who could), from the NY Times. Yes, the article is about video games. An excerpt:
WHEN we say, "I'm a New Yorker," we sometimes say it with a little sneer. Rats? Mafiosi? Terrorists? We can take it. Bars here close at dawn. Subway doors are ripped open with bare hands. New York's edginess is so endemic, so untamed, that a crack cocaine den was found this year in the otherwise relentlessly genteel Upper East Side. That's how we roll.
At least that's what we sometimes like to think. In fact, New York is no longer such a tough town. On any given day, we're more likely to dial 311 than 911. This is a city of Prada boutiques and pumpkin spice lattes. One of the biggest disasters to strike the city this year was a public-relations gaffe in which a 24-foot-tall Snapple popsicle melted all over Union Square on the first day of summer. The horror!