Virtually all New Yorkers promptly recognize Grand Central Terminal and Port Authority—but maybe justifiably so. These two iconic urban hubs—offering bus, train, as well as subway services—have established themselves as crucial stations of transportation for New Yorkers and people all around America (no exaggeration, we promise). Transit vehicles come in and out every minute, carrying a massive 1.5 million people in one day (to put that into perspective imagine all of Baruch students going through these two stations at the same time—116 times). NY residents as well out-of-state and foreign visitors use these spaces every day for public transportation at a relatively low cost, and many even rely on them for their daily commutes. Although both spaces provide just about the same travel services, each one is unique in that they provides different cultural, aesthetical, commercial, architectural, and even culinary experiences for the visitors. Grand Central—covered in more classical architecture comprised of a heavy but free spirit attitude, an extravagant design, art deco and/or classical structures—provides a more elegant and grandiose experience, while in heavy contrast, Port Authority provides more of a modern, compact, and especially industrialist setting with it’s heavy and intricate steel architecture that for some invokes some feelings of discomfort.
Manhattan has come a long way since the turn of the twentieth century. With time comes advancement, and the progression of New York City is no exception. In the past, New Yorkers who weren’t considered of the wealthiest class lived in what we would think of today as poverty. Tenements were as highly used as today’s basic apartments, however they had squalid conditions. Ten- sometimes more people were forced together into tiny and unsanitary rooms. They slept and lived together in uncomfortable, and in my opinion, unacceptable circumstances where disease spread like wildfire. Today, we may take for granted the luxuries we enjoy due to technological developments such as private bathrooms, our own beds, and air conditioning and heat. Jacob Riis’ photos of the Lower East side during these past times really show the unbelievable difference between Americans’ lives in the past and now. These exceptional images portray the homes, lives, and emotions of many of the people who endured the torture of living in tenements.
I dropped the dollar back onto the sidewalk. It was liberating: To throw money away or, more accurately, throw it to the fates, as I had with my life by moving to New York City.
Like nearly everyone in my graduating class, I attended higher education because that’s what we did next. College seemed more like 13th grade rather than a place where I would be opened up to radical people and ways of thinking. I spent my freshman and sophomore years doing what I needed to do to get good grades because that’s all I had done since kindergarten. And even though I worked hard to earn a 3.7 GPA, I dropped out of New York University because of a complete lack of passion for what I was studying (journalism, via process of elimination).
The last time my family and I stepped foot into the heart of was over five years ago. We returned this year and what a difference. Unlike most places that barely change with the times, Times Square changes in a New York minute.
I was apparently the first blogger for The New York Times, most recently using this “on the ground” space for my own ruminations and those of others. But this technology platform is no longer going to be maintained, and we’ve decided that the world has moved on from blogs — so this is the last post here.
Because Times Square lacks the structure of community that one may find in or in the noncommercial areas of New York City, a certain spontaneity results that gives the space its own distinct personality and existence.
Nicholas Kristof: My tutor on Twitter has been Liriel Higa (), who works on social media for The New York Times Opinion section. I asked her to write this quick “How to Tweet” guide for the public. Liriel, a former nationally ranked gymnast, was a congressional reporter early in her career, then oversaw social media for the Half the Sky movement, and finally joined the Times in 2014 and has been with us since. Here’s her guide to how to make Twitter work for you.
I moved to New York a year ago and felt at once at home. In the haggard buildings and bloodshot skies, in trains that never stopped running, like my racing mind at night, I recognized my insomniac self. If New York were a patient, it would be diagnosed with agrypnia excitata, a rare genetic condition characterized by insomnia, nervous energy, constant twitching, and dream enactment. An apt description of a city that never sleeps, a place where one comes to reinvent himself.
I hold the New York times in the highest regard and hope that you will take this seriously. In the future, I hope you check the
veracity of statements made before you publish them.
Of course, not everyone awake at this hour is an insomniac. The city is alive with doormen, delivery boys on bikes, street sweepers, homeless people, hustlers, prep cooks popping up out of trap doors in the sidewalk. I make a point of waving or nodding hello when I can. I have come to believe that kindness is repaid in unexpected ways and that if you are lonely or bone-tired or blue, you need only come down from your perch and step outside. New York — which is to say, New Yorkers — will take care of you.
Times Square is a major commercial intersection and a neighborhood in Midtown Manhattan, New York City, at the junction of Broadway (now converted into a pedestrian plaza) and Seventh Avenue
Before and after the American Revolution, the area belonged to John Morin Scott, a general of the New York militia, in which he served under George Washington.