Tom Vanderbilt grew up in a Chicago suburb and moved to New York to become a writer. “The ultimate hustle, freelance writing,” he said. “You don’t know where your next paycheck is coming from, but for the last few years, it’s been traffic.” Vanderbilt came to Zócalo to discuss his book Traffic: Why We Drive the Way We Do (and What It Says About Us)
by Todd Boss
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Traffic can be good.
Bloggers facing high traffic can quit their day jobs. Retailers work to increase traffic year-to-year. And for Germans, the word for traffic means something entirely different.
In German, “The word traffic is synonymous with intercourse,” said Tom Vanderbilt to the crowd at The Actors’ Gang in Culver City before wondering if his book Traffic
As a food critic for the New York Times, Frank Bruni was, until August, one of the most feared and talked about men on the city’s restaurant scene. His disguises (Warhol glasses and wigs), his dining companions (three guests who would pass plates between each other like clockwork), and his method of paying (custom-made American Express cards with pseudonyms) are all discussed in Born Round: The Secret History of a Full-time Eater
by Matthew Dickman More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance between the couch and dining room table, at the end of the party, while the person we love has gone to [...]
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