New Yorkers, as we all know, spend an inordinate amount of time toiling away under ﬂuorescent lights, breathing their co-workers’ air, trading idle gossip, yessing their bosses, and occasionally, perhaps, doing a spot of work. Ranging from office etiquette to the insider stories of policemen and marketing executives to the actual desks of Martha Stewart, Simon de Pury, and Mayor Bloomberg, this issue explores all aspects of workplace mores: the science, the rules, and the displeasures that come with forced cohabitation.
The Mets’ third-baseman David Wright, with his dimples and packageable fifties charm, is emerging as a heartthrob to rival Derek Jeter.
A Columbia professor believes (we’re not kidding, and neither is he!) that if crops were grown in skyscrapers, global warming would be reduced, and the city made cleaner and more livable, too.
Had 13-year-old Lucilia been smuggled here to work in a Queens brothel, she’d be viewed as a victim of human trafficking. But because she’s an American citizen, she is considered a criminal.
Staffer Margaret Hoover sucks it up.
Neighbors upset with pop star’s entourage of cars.
New way to attack Barack.
Chef tries, tries again to open restaurant on the LES.
Opens her heart to Chelsea.
Diva says of American Idol contestants: “They’re pitiful!”
Some weeks just roll out like an endless breakfast buffet in the Big Scrapple.
A guy Jhumpa Lahiri briefly dated claims to be the real-life Gogol.
Anxious parents gather to find out if their kids were lucky enough to get into a charter school.
There is a shortage of Jewish in vitro eggs. Hopeful parents are turning to the Promised Land.
The cops took his high-tech protest bike and left him with lingering paranoia.
“Sharp little mechanical pencils” and other corner-cubicle delights.
SingStar Pop, which goes on sale this week, lets you sing along with 30 music videos from artists like Cyndi Lauper, Franz Ferdinand, and Alicia Keys.
Sleep deprivation made Nick Ronco crazy. So crazy that he opened a space-age sanctuary for power napping on West 57th Street.
A Parisian New Yorker who loves her white hair and her “sympathique” painter husband.
Keith McNally’s latest fails to sparkle or shine or make salt cod taste good.
Just like ramps, asparagus, and Shack Burgers, eggs have a season. Consider this recipe from George Weld, reigning grill-maestro at Egg.
Quiet as an octopus, Wild Edibles stuffed a mini eat-at counter and eight two-top tables into its small seafood shop on a Third Avenue stretch.
What does a fresh egg look like? Take a gander.
Widen your sunnyside-up horizons with specialty eggs.
Wylie Dufresne reveals his ultimate fantasy: taking a bath in hollandaise sauce.
Ten egg dishes to cluck over.
The latest craze on the streets is sex on the street.
The city’s doormen have their hands tied.
The celebritization of Brooklyn shows no signs of abating: Actress Lili Taylor may be next to join the ranks of recent thespian immigrants to the borough.
Light, views, space—our panelists say there’s little to dislike about this apartment, located in a condo built just two years ago.
The Culture Pages
Edie Falco ﬁnally gets to clip the Jersey claws that belonged to TV’s most loyal wife.
In the studio with Fountains of Wayne.
Robert Glasper’s jazz piano trio echoes the sweet sounds of Fort Greene in the late nineties.
Celebrating the eccentric urban cultures of Barcelona and Venice as if they were our own.
Yale photo guru Tod Papageorge has taught his share of art stars. Is it his turn now?
Will Ferrell plays loving havoc with the American male psyche.
The critics' dilemma: If you trumpet a little-known wonder too loudly, the very audience you rustle up is guaranteed to leave the theater feeling underwhelmed.
Vanessa Redgrave’s Joan Didion, a little colder onstage than on the page.
A. M. Homes, memoirist, talks about why she doesn’t like memoirs.
Does a cover slot on The New York Times Book Review guarantee future success?
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Classic nerd logic compelled Google to buy YouTube and go to war against the media Establishment.
Three simultaneous shows mark the U.S. debut of Brussels-based Pierre Bismuth.
Turn on the TV.
Performances enriched by friendships, past and present.
Where to dine on Easter Sunday, uptown.
Where to dine on Easter Sunday, downtown.
Readers sound off on challah, health insurance, London, and more.
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