By Benjamin Steele The new brutalist future is here, and it’s coming in the form of ‘robot sentries’.  I would have expected to start an article about cruelty to homeless people by talking about a big law firm, tech company, or some sort of mustachioed villain petting a robotic cat. But

Last Monday I walked from my temporary crash pad near Prospect Park to The Way Station in Prospect Heights (683 Washington Ave between Prospect and St. Marks to be exact). It was one of those really beautiful fall New York days I had been hearing so much about. The kind

During my stint as an unemployed person, I, perhaps stupidly, signed up for Netflix after years of holding out. I was an old-school Netflix user, back when the company’s offerings were strictly limited to DVDs by mail. But in my shrewd poverty, I chose to eliminate that service when I