I have an issue with the gym. Every time I walk into its dry, conditioned air, and see all the people running on their hamster tracks, all I can think is “THIS IS SO FUCKING UNNATURAL. Why are people doing this?” Well, except when I used to go to my

There’s an endless list of things you can do at the High Line: stare at plants, stare off into the skyline, play “count the security guards,” look for naked people in the windows of the Standard Hotel, shove your face with food from Chelsea Market, take a nap on a