George Carlin, like Kurt Vonnegut and Isaac Asimov, is up in heaven now. And he is almost certainly looking down at New York City and preparing twenty minutes of standup for all his fellow atheist angels on this story: after three years of negotiations to name a street after him, "George Carlin Way" is finally a reality. And in a bureaucratic screwup, the section of West 121st Street that was renamed ended up being
My parents and I lived across the street from the Teachers' College for a year when I was in third grade. I've often wished I had been just a little bit older. Manhattan was plenty cool at age nine, but it would have been a whole different deal at, say, thirteen.
When I was in third grade (55-56), my parents and I lived in an apartment on W 121st, across the street from Columbia Teachers' College, where I went to school. According to Google Mapz, our apartment building was either next to, or one over from, Corpus Christi Church.
I have no memory of the church because (a) not Catholic, and (b) by walking a couple of blocks west, one came to Riverside Church (now, THAT'S a church). Also, too, Grant's Tomb, where I learned (repeatedly, thanks Dad) the full answer to who is buried there.
So I guess George&#039;s house must have been in the little block before Morningside Park? Of course, at the time I was there, he was off in the Air Force. But for right now, my third-grade residence is on George Carlin Way! How <strike>ironic</strike> coincidental. Thanks, DiBlasio.
Actually, the fact that George attended school at Corpus Christi does push the irony needle up a wee bit.
I lived in that neighborhood for three years. 121st Street dead-ends at a liberal divinity school (Cornell West taught there a while, and Melissa Harris-Perry was a student there recently). A professor there was famous for once staging a Eucharist of beer and hot dogs. If George had grown up in a different sort of religious milieu, he might not have had such intense dislike of religion. His humor might have really suffered, though.
Was that where they kept all the dentists?
My parents and I lived across the street from the Teachers&#039; College for a year when I was in third grade. I&#039;ve often wished I had been just a little bit older. Manhattan was plenty cool at age nine, but it would have been a whole different deal at, say, thirteen.
When I was in third grade (55-56), my parents and I lived in an apartment on W 121st, across the street from Columbia Teachers&#039; College, where I went to school. According to Google Mapz, our apartment building was either next to, or one over from, Corpus Christi Church.
I have no memory of the church because (a) not Catholic, and (b) by walking a couple of blocks west, one came to Riverside Church (now, THAT&#039;S a church). Also, too, Grant&#039;s Tomb, where I learned (repeatedly, thanks Dad) the full answer to who is buried there.
So I guess George&#039;s house must have been in the little block before Morningside Park? Of course, at the time I was there, he was off in the Air Force. But for right now, my third-grade residence is on George Carlin Way! How <strike>ironic</strike> coincidental. Thanks, DiBlasio.
Actually, the fact that George attended school at Corpus Christi does push the irony needle up a wee bit.
&quot;They called it Morningside Heights, but we called it...White Harlem.&quot;
I guess NYC likes having their street signs stolen?
With de Blasio, there is thankfully little chance of renaming the block in front of 911 5th Ave. as Giuliani Way.
God is fucking with those priests. Which is ironic.
The Catholics are just sore because their address is on ShitPissFuckCuntCocksuckerMotherfuckerTits Street.
I lived in that neighborhood for three years. 121st Street dead-ends at a liberal divinity school (Cornell West taught there a while, and Melissa Harris-Perry was a student there recently). A professor there was famous for once staging a Eucharist of beer and hot dogs. If George had grown up in a different sort of religious milieu, he might not have had such intense dislike of religion. His humor might have really suffered, though.
I wonder if the topic of irony ever came up between Carlin and Alanis Morissette on the set of &quot;Dogma&quot;...