Pataki commits to Downtown timeline
By Josh Rogers
Responding to criticisms that the Lower Manhattan rebuilding efforts are proceeding too slowly, Gov. George Pataki last week released an extensive timeline of short and long-term goals, such as a new Greenmarket, which will open across the street from the World Trade Center site this summer, and the last piece – a Downtown link to J.F.K. Airport and the Long Island Rail Road in 2013.

L.M.D.C. begins search for W.T.C. memorial ideas
By Josh Rogers
Any adult with $25 and an idea of how to remember the victims of the 2001 and 1993 terror attacks on America now has the chance to design the permanent memorial for the World Trade Center site.

Chinatown businesses battle SARS fears and rumors
By Elizabeth O’Brien
As rumor played tug-of-war with reality last week in Chinatown, community members voiced concern that an outbreak of the SARS virus—actual or perceived—could bring further economic damage to an area already struggling with fears of the illness.

Police clash with crowds rushing Chinatown banks
By Josh Rogers
Chinatown resembled Bedford Falls at its worst last week as an old-fashioned bank panic prompted over 1,000 immigrants to crowd two neighborhood banks in scenes reminiscent of the rush on the Bailey Building and Loan in “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

12 new members join Community Board 1
By Elizabeth O’Brien
For the second year in a row, an unusually high number of new members will join Community Board 1. Retroactive as of April 1, 12 appointees began their two-year terms.

Fields finds a conflict of interest in Pier 40 vote
By Lincoln Anderson
Borough President C. Virginia Fields’ office has just ruled that one of the members of Community Board 2’s waterfront committee had a conflict of interest in voting on matters pertaining to the redevelopment of Pier 40 as part of the Hudson River Park.

Vesuvio, famed bread shop in Soho, is sold
By Albert Amateau
Vesuvio Bakery, at 160 Prince St., where Anthony Dapolito, unofficial Mayor of Greenwich Village, has presided for more than two generations, changed hands last month.

News Briefs
Downtown local

B.P.C. neighbors

Water St. deals

Tribeca teen discovered

Garden winner

Peking staying for now

Gill reappointed

Letters To The Editor

Pataki timeline a welcome step
Gov. George Pataki last week began to do what we and others have been calling on him to do: start making decisions about Downtown’s future.

Downtown Notebooks
Krugman up close: ‘What went wrong?’
By John W. Sutter
Paul Krugman, one of the Bush administration’s most tenacious and effective critics arguing from no better perch than a bi-weekly column in the New York Times, addressed a New School University audience last week on the subject, “What went wrong?

The Penny Post

Eulogy for a certain someone

By Andrei Codrescu

One day, a child who had been daydreaming under the big tree, was intercepted by an angry adult who looked at him with one hand on her hip and a ruler in her hand. “What, what?” mumbled the dreamer, who had just driven back an army of intruders and was about to make his victory speech before men in tophats who represented the best minds of all times in the fields of the sciences, arts, and diplomacy.

“Think!” snapped the adult.

Ever since then, the kid, who grew up to be an adult, froze whenever someone required him to “think.” The very thought of thinking made him feel guilty because he knew that a request to “think” meant that he must think about something he’d done wrong, and so thinking for him became synonymous with guilt. If he “thought” long enough, he’d surely find out where he had upset the order of things.

In order to quit thinking, which would lead only to the inescapable conclusion that he was guilty, he began to “not think,” distracting his mind as much as possible from whatever might be considered “thinking.” His favorite activity until he had been ordered to “think” had been daydreaming, but this wonderful activity that had filled his entire childhood up to the point where the adult with the hand on her hip and the ruler showed up, was no longer possible in great, uninterrupted, prolonged bouts, precisely because it had been vitiated by the order to “think.” He still liked daydreaming, but he could only do it in short spurts, with a feeling of guilty pleasure, as if he were raiding the cookie jar of his own mind.

In school, where he studied in order not to think, he had a course on the nature and process of thought, and he found out, to his distress, that the majority of thinkers about thinking agreed that the process was fundamentally generated by the necessity to find out what was wrong. There were other activities that went by the name of thinking, such as “solving a problem,” “understanding one’s behavior,” and “mulling about things,” and he didn’t mind these if he could splice them with sufficient daydreaming to make them mildly pleasurable. He had no problem concentrating to “solve a problem,” as long as the problem was solvable, or thinking about himself in order to understand exactly why he had lied unnecessarily about something insignificant, or mulling over the events of last night’s party or the odd functioning of the body politic. But he suspected that these practical applications of the powers of his mind had very little to do with what that stern figure with the ruler had meant when she so unsettlingly interrupted his speech before the assembled luminaries under that old tree.

He went to his grave without having ever succeeded in “thinking,” as he had been asked to do. At the wake, some of the mourners described him as having been “self absorbed,” while others thought him to have been “an extrovert.” It occurred to no one that they were keeping vigil over the corpse of someone who had spent an entire life trying to avoid the injunction to “think.” And if he had obeyed, would anyone have been the wiser?

While listening from his open casket to these reflections on his person, he realized that he had been fundamentally diverted from his purpose by that order to “think,” and that he should have finished making his brilliant victory speech under that tree instead of lying here dead listening to thoughtful people make mediocre remarks about him. He realized that the malevolent world existed only for the purpose of interrupting the daydreaming of children. The world was wrong, and that was his first thought.


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IS. 89 film festival ahead of that Tribeca one
By Laura S. Greene
When you grow up in artsy Downtown, maybe you’re never too young to start making documentary and narrative shorts. In fact, you can take an afterschool class to teach you how.

Family Life

Well-played scrimmage
Many of the Downtown Little League games were canceled last weekend because of Saturday’s rain, but the Royals and Diamondbacks played a hard-fought scrimmage on Sunday in East River Park.

High school to open
Millennium High School will occupy its Downtown digs for the start of the school year this September, thanks in part to government funds earmarked for post-Sept. 11 revitalization.

Some parents concerned over new ferry terminal
By Jane Flanagan
A new, temporary ferry terminal, with diesel engine boats shuttling in and out, is set to open in May, across from Rockefeller Playground and Park. Its opening will coincide with the start of the summer season, the busiest time at the park and some neighborhood parents say they are worried.


Resourceful babysitter is quite an icebreaker
By Jane Flanagan
At a preschool event some weeks ago, a woman I’d never met introduced herself and told me that my son Rusty, 41/2, was over at her place having dinner. She knew Rusty well, she said, and he and her 2-year-old daughter were good friends.

Children’s Activities
Everything you will need to plan play with your kid

Arts & Entertainment

Before the M.T.A., I remember Kalikow at The Post
In late February or early March of 1988, I stood on the floor of the city room of the New York Post — then on South St., just north of the Brooklyn Bridge — and, with maybe a hundred other ink-stained (okay, computer-stained) wretches, survivors of close to a dozen near-death experiences of our beloved rag throughout the previous 10 years, listened to the new owner introduce himself.

Koch on film
Mayor Koch reviews Raising Victor Vargas and Lilya 4-Ever


Room for Improvement
The best places to let there be light
By Beth Lee Segal
Whenever we turn the clocks ahead to signal spring’s arrival, I ask myself, “how did I live without the clear, pure light of this season?”

The Penny Post
Eulogy for a certain someone
By Andrei Codrescu
One day, a child who had been daydreaming under the big tree, was intercepted by an angry adult who looked at him with one hand on her hip and a ruler in her hand. “What, what?” mumbled the dreamer, who had just driven back an army of intruders and was about to make his victory speech before men in tophats who represented the best minds of all times in the fields of the sciences, arts, and diplomacy.\



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