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On New Year’s eve, a wave of sleet threatened to turn a densely packed Times Square into a particularly accurate facsimile of hell frozen over, with Mariah Carey’s performance providing the Luciferian soundtrack.

A system-wide transit strike, coinciding appropriately with the darkest day of the year, produced massive inconvenience, economic losses, and countless media tales of New Yorkers’ resilience.

A week of macabre and just weird holiday happenings in New York City.

We were busy ticking off our pre-holiday to-do lists: power shopping (check); hunting bears in New Jersey (check); undoing a year’s worth of carefully finessed office social-climbing with one drunken rendition of �Baby Got Back� at the company karaoke party (check).

In fact, last week resounded with animosity. But come on, folks, it’s almost the holidays�let nothing you dismay!

Natives could take this holiday moment to step back, take stock, or better yet, get the hell out of Dodge.

While there’s never really a good week to be a white guy with Jheri curls, last week was a particularly bad one.

Democratic Party leaders absorbed the important lesson that, in a political campaign, money trumps salsa.

Thankfully the week provided a few nonpartisan, non-apocalyptic distractions, at least for those New Yorkers not fretting about their star rating in the Michelin guide.

Despite a peculiar�but pleasant��maple syrup� smell that enveloped lower Manhattan, the city’s attention remained fixated on leaks, reversals, and disclosures.