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Tuesday, August 25, 2021

If you find your free hand is unduly idle while your forehand is whacking that ball, consider taking up two-racket tennis.

And — as if that preceding sentence wasn’t suggestive enough — prepare to play with yourself. Because despite a long history, this unconventional approach to the sport isn’t catching on, despite one man’s promotional efforts.

Personally, I stink at the single-racket game. So the only advantage I can see to adding another cat-gut to my arsenal is that, when I reach my inevitable frustration point, I can double the game-ending destruction by sending two rackets into the ground.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 08/25/2009 03:38:24 PM
Category: Creative, Other Sports
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I’ve been meaning to get around to visiting The High Line ever since it opened this summer. The elevated greenery hasn’t been enough of an enticement for me, but the Meatpacking District sideshow overlooking it might be:

The Standard Hotel, which towers over the newly opened High Line park, features floor-to-ceiling windows — and guests with a penchant for leaving the curtains wide open when they shouldn’t.

In recent days, guests have been spotted having sex, toweling off, and pleasuring themselves — all to the viewing wonderment of tourists and New Yorkers strolling the High Line.

The Standard vows to cut down on the lewdness. Too bad. Parkland propriety aside, a hotel-based equivalent to the Mile High Club would be something to strive for.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 08/25/2009 09:21:02 AM
Category: New Yorkin', Society
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