Upper West Side Avengers-level cast of politicians at the 96th Street train station this morning in support of Gov. Kathy Hochul's re-election campaign. Hochul was joined by Jerry Nadler, Mark Levine, Brad Hoylman-Sigal, Linda Rosenthal, Gale Brewer, Shaun Abreu, and Eli Northrup.

NEW: DSA's National Political Committee passed two resolutions tonight regarding Los Angeles mayoral candidate Nithya Raman, setting up processes to potentially force DSA's Los Angeles chapter to rescind its endorsement of her campaign and/or expel her from DSA. Here are copies of the 2 resolutions that passed: Rescinding endorsement: docs.google.com/document/d/1… Expulsion: docs.google.com/document/d/1…

A huge divide between a lot of native NYers and transplants is how much they value public parks. I've lived here my entire life and I don't think i've stepped foot in Central Park once in my entire adult life.

One of my hotter NYC takes is that brownstone living is wildly over-romanticized. They’re expensive, drafty money pits with narrow layouts, endless stairs, and none of the conveniences of a doorman building. They only become less practical as you age or have kids. I suspect what people actually want is to live on a beautiful, tree-lined street in a neighborhood they love. Brownstones just happen to be the predominant housing stock in those neighborhoods, and we’ve somehow conflated the appeal of the two. The best thing about living in a brownstone is everything outside the brownstone.

you dont want your kid to read age inappropriate stuff but when i was 12 i read choke by chuck palahnuik which is about a guy that picks up girls at sex addicts meetings and that convinced me reading was cool and i never stopped reading since then so, sometimes its kind of a wash

I complain plenty about Oakland city government. But at dinner 2yo swallowed something wrong and started choking. She was still breathing, but with difficulty. When she couldn't talk or make sounds above a whisper we called 911. You're not supposed to do the Heimlich if the airway is only partially obstructed, apparently, but this meant there was nothing to do at all except stand there and encourage her to cough. "Yell," we would suggest to her between coughs, and she'd make these concerning little whistley sounds. I think the first police officer was on our doorstep in like 3 minutes, and a fire truck and ambulance within 5. Of course the minute they arrived she coughed successfully and was completely fine. But if she hadn't been - and when this kind of thing happens it's impossible not to play out what happens if it hadn't been - help was minutes away. Sometimes it feels like I owe more to our civilization than I could ever possibly repay. I write blog posts, and raise kids, and if I ever need it a dozen strangers will be at my doorstep with unfathomably complicated emergency medicine. I am grateful to the cops and the firefighters and the paramedics and the city of Oakland. I will probably sentimentally vote for some of the bond issues I was on the fence about even though we already have the highest taxes in the Bay. She's fine. We sang happy birthday to her Mommy a couple minutes later, and she sang the loudest.