Hallett Nature Sanctuary is one of the Park's three woodlands (along with the Ramble and North Woods). It was originally called "the Promontory" by the Park's designers. The underused and inaccessible landscape was closed to the public and preserved as a bird sanctuary by NYC Parks Commissioner Robert Moses in 1934, and in 1986 renamed in memory of George Harvey Hallett Jr., a birdwatcher, naturalist, and civic leader.
The sanctuary remained untouched until 2001, when the Central Park Conservancy took up its restoration and maintenance. Hallett Nature Sanctuary is a perfect example of how even the "wildest," most naturalistic habitats in Central Park require constant planning and care in order to thrive. As a result of the Conservancy's removal of invasive plant species and introduction of native plants, the sanctuary is more diverse and healthy than ever, supporting various wildlife populations. To learn more about the Hallett Nature Sanctuary from Doug Blonsky, the Conservancy's President & CEO, click here.
When everything else is uncertain, comfort yourself with Katz’s Ur–New York hot dog, all snap and salt under a mantle of mustard and kraut. If New York has terroir, this is what it tastes like.
No pressure, but we're expecting this sort of thing on the highlight reel.
congrats to leicester city who won the english premier league today after entering the season at 5000 to 1 odds.
Probably for Dave, but I'll post it here: I watched the U.K. releases of Downton Abbey (which came out before the U.S. releases.) But am I right that for people watching the U.S. versions, that what was called the "Christmas Special" in the U.K., has already aired in the U.S.? In other words, U.S. viewers aren't still waiting for Christmas to see the final episode, are they? (I'm trying to figure out whether my father would have already seen the final episode or whether I can send it to him.)
Gowanus’ Coignet Building
where landmasses would have been in pangaea.
Streit's Matzo factory condo design revealed. Nooooooo! One and two bedrooms starting at $975,000.
Pati Hill,“Alphabet of Common Objects” c. 1975–79
les ice creamery
about buying local
LA's oldest surviving restaurants
the last panthers, a six part mini-series import, premieres on sundance tonight. some sort of euro-heist drama. might be worth some space on the ol' dvr.
new power finally turned on this week. one more well placed outlet in the kitchen would have been nice. but i "cooked" with two devices on simultaneously for the first time today at lunch and it felt like i was breaking the laws of physics. already invested in my first soon-to-be underutilized appliance. got it for about $200. so if anybody has smoothie recommendations.... if i ever actually make soup in it, it might be a harbinger of the endtimes.
Congratulations Michelle!
Nile Southern first proposed a collection of his father’s letters in 1989, but Terry, at sixty-eight, “was not particularly interested in resurrections of his work, or his life,” Nile recently wrote. Today, we are more than a decade into the revival Nile had originally envisioned under the code name “Resurrection . . . NOW!” A thinly sketched biography, Lee Hill’s A Grand Guy: The Art and Life of Terry Southern, arrived in 2001, followed by a collection of Southern’s miscellany, Now Dig This: The Unspeakable Writings of Terry Southern, in 2002. In 2004, Nile published his own book, The Candy Men, about the controversial publication and reception of Southern’s 1958 erotic novel Candy, and Gerber published a memoir of her partner in 2009, Trippin’ with Terry Southern: What I Think I Remember. In late 2015, the small publishing house ANTIBOOKCLUB released what might amount to the last piece of the puzzle, Yours in Haste and Adoration: Selected Letters of Terry Southern.
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It is with great sadness that Zaha Hadid Architects have confirmed that Dame Zaha Hadid, DBE died suddenly in Miami in the early hours of this morning. She had contracted bronchitis earlier this week and suffered a sudden heart attack while being treated in hospital.
the bar is raised, ryley!
The Enduring Mystery Of 'Jawn', Philadelphia's All-Purpose Noun.
