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Dear Friends of Charlie Hebdo and Libération,
Right now I have nothing left but three fingers wrapped in Band-Aids, a heavily bandaged jaw, and just a few ounces of strength, a few minutes in which to express to you all my affection and thank you for your friendship and your support. This is all I wanted to say to you: if there is one thing that this attack reminded me about, or even taught me in the first place, it’s why I practice this profession at these two papers—out of a spirit of freedom and the sheer fun of expressing it, whether in the form of news or caricature, in good company, and in every way possible, however unsuccessful, without feeling the slightest need to judge the result.
Continue reading at the NYRB Blog.
It’s an old cop trick to mask the smell.
The most insane deaths seen by an NYC medical examiner
by Maureen Callahan
When Judy Melinek was considering where to begin her career as a medical examiner — New York or LA? — she was given great advice.
“If you really want to learn forensic pathology, do a rotation in New York City,” her chief resident said. “All kinds of great ways to die there.”
Including, but not limited to: plummeting down a manhole, attack by egg-roll machine, miscalculating the tensile strength of cable cord and scaffolding collapse.
In Melinek’s first week on the job, the tone became clear. As one novice began describing the case of “a man who was shot by a lady,” Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Charles Seymour Hirsch corrected him.
“Shot by a woman,” Hirsch said. “Ladies don’t shoot people.”
Keep reading. Thanks to Jackie for this cheery Monday reading.
Read The Rich Tradition of Filipino Embutido in the New York Times.
After reading this piece we looked up Elvie’s Turo-Turo in the East Village and found out that it has closed. Nooooo!
Good, cheap embutido: Teresita’s of Guagua.
We haven’t been to New York in years. We should go this year.
Cuttlefish in ink and spicy cabbage at Le Servan. Credit Edouard Sepulchre
Restaurant Report: Le Servan, Iya’s daughter’s restaurant.
Every Sunday, Mark Bustos, 30, a hairstylist at Three Squares Studios, an elite salon in Chelsea that charges $150 to clients like Norah Jones, Marc Jacobs and Phillip Lim, hits the sidewalk and provides free cuts to the homeless.
Mr. Bustos often wanders around Union Square, the Lower East Side and Midtown, where he has gotten to know some of the homeless by name. “See that guy over there,” he said, walking down the Bowery. “That’s Cowboy Ritchie,” whose wife, Mr. Bustos added, “wants him to shave his beard off because it looks too good and the other women flirt with him.”
Other times, Mr. Bustos meets his unsuspecting new clients through friends and paying clients, who tell him about people in their neighborhoods. He does up to 10 haircuts a day.
Read A Hairstylist Provides Free Cuts to the Homeless in the NYT.