My Redheaded Step Child: The Evolution of a Narcissist

The Evolution of a Narcissist. How Much is Too Much?


Target a Select Population to pin the blame

We’re all born to adore ourselves, but not all of us grow up

I was once a sociopath. I didn’t know it, and wouldn’t have cared much even if I had. It’s hard to say exactly when I crossed the line from incivility into social savagery, but it was probably the day I tried to clobber a strange man on the head with a boat.


In fairness, the boat was a toy (though it was a big one, made of heavy plastic). And in fairness too, I was only 4 years old. Still, I had a clear idea of the crime I wanted to commit, and I set about carrying it out with quiet deliberateness. The man was a stranger. He had come to our house to pick up a babysitter and was …  This appears in the September 1, 2014 issue of TIME. *******************************

Jody Servon's installation of "I ____ a dollar" at the 2014 DUMBO Art Festival on Plymouth Street, between Washington and Main Streets, Brooklyn, NY.

Not everyone wants to be in the driver’s seat when it comes to experiencing extreme action:  — in fact, most people prefer to do it remotely. But with today’s ultra-small wearable cameras and high-def resolutions, the less outdoorsy among us can experience a bit of the rush without any of the broken limbs. The action camera tech we now use is the product of decades of experimentation by fearless filmmakers and adrenaline junkies alike. Join us in the gallery below as we explore the emergence of the action camera from its clunky early days to today’s go-anywhere POV devices.

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Big Ticket | Penthouse With Star Power for $20 Million by ROBIN FINN

Scott Phinney


A SoHo duplex penthouse owned by Kelly Ripa and her husband, Mark Consuelos, is the sale of the week.

Published: September 26, 2014 at 4:00AM

from NYT N.Y. / Region
from Scott Phinney.

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The Marriage Bells That Didn’t

Dr. Rinaldi's Horror Cabinet

Ding dong the day begins.
I fall out of bed and Pugsy grins
and licks my face; I slurp
around the edges of my dream.
Never mind; my day begins!

Now I know I had my socks
somewhere in these drawers,
but now I notice their scattered
here and there all over the floor;
I find them under stacks of books

nesting by the closet door.
You’d think I’d be cleanlier
and have a maid pick my stuff
up every week and sort it out;
but no, I’m lazy like that,

I’d rather suffer through this
exasperating session everyday
to having someone else befuddled
by my mess look at me puzzling
just how I got this way;

for you see I’m a man, or so
they tell me, who has no wife
and should realize I’m not free
as I like to think I am, you see?
I’m a bonafied bachelor…

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