Julia Bogardus, Knit New Haven

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Knitting: a quiet pursuit for lonely moments, if ever there were one. But in the city of New Haven, no one need stitch alone. …

Escapade at Lyric Hall

This Week in New Haven (September 26 – October 2)

Talk isn’t cheap—though it is free—during a week begun by speech and ended by agreeably seasonal affairs. …

M&M

The basement of 285 Nicoll Street is crammed with a hodgepodge of industrial machinery. High above is a harsh canopy of wires, girders and pipes. Large fish-eyed lights hang overhead, barely …

400 Blake Street in 2004.

Safe Houses

People have been moving houses—literally moving them–for hundreds of years, which may seem foundationally silly in today’s world.

But sometimes it’s the smartest move…

Robert Smith on his dirt bike

Octane High

Every now and then, the streets of New Haven are swept by motorized monsoons. Packs of dirt bikes and ATVs zoom down the street, moving through traffic like murmurations of starlings and sounding like swarms of piston-driven hornets. Some of …

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Julia Bogardus, Knit New Haven

Knitting: a quiet pursuit for lonely moments, if ever there were one. But in the city of New Haven, no one need stitch alone. …

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This Week in New Haven (September 26 – October 2)

Escapade at Lyric Hall

Talk isn’t cheap—though it is free—during a week begun by speech and ended by agreeably seasonal affairs. …

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M&M

The basement of 285 Nicoll Street is crammed with a hodgepodge of industrial machinery. High above is a harsh canopy of wires, girders and pipes. Large fish-eyed lights hang overhead, barely …

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Safe Houses

400 Blake Street in 2004.

People have been moving houses—literally moving them–for hundreds of years, which may seem foundationally silly in today’s world.

But sometimes it’s the smartest move…

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Octane High

Robert Smith on his dirt bike

Every now and then, the streets of New Haven are swept by motorized monsoons. Packs of dirt bikes and ATVs zoom down the street, moving through traffic like murmurations of starlings and sounding like swarms of piston-driven hornets. Some of …

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Abate Apizza and Seafood Restaurant

When it comes to pizza, I might live in the wrong town. Eating New Haven’s signature thin-, charred-, bubble-crusted apizza leaves a void in my mouth only one thing can fill: more starch. …

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