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05.25.11
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We don't know of any reliable stats, but it seems that the cockroach numbers have been diminishing over the past decade. It used to be the bane of Manhattanites and the subject of endless conversations. But not any more. Have they all moved to Brooklyn, too?
If you've got yourself some unwanted roommates, whether they're roaches, mice, or bedbugs, check out Bugs Are Gone, a family-owned, licensed and insured exterminating service. Reports we've gotten about the company are that they are conscientious and thorough—just what you want when dealing with the unwanted.
Need to get clear out the riffraff but don't want to introduce unnecessary toxins into your personal space? Check out Pest Away, an exterminating service that uses eco-friendly methods whenever possible.
They'll work with you beforehand so you can do the necessary prep work and give you detailed guidance on what to do after they've gone. You can also read up on various pest problems and solutions in their pest education section of the company's website.
  
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Cultural and literary notes, plus self-guided walks, courtesy of Walking Off the Big Apple, a strolling guide to New York City.
Sleepwalking with Lady Macbeth: The SLEEP NO MORE Experience
 Somewhere deep into the Sleep No More experience, a site-specific immersive theatrical production at The McKittrick Hotel in Chelsea, I came upon the sight of a well-dressed crooner lip-syncing Peggy Lee's "Is That All There Is?" on the stage of a dimly lit and tattered cabaret. The atmosphere was so musty, so hot, and so itchy under the plastic plague doctor masks we were all wearing, I thought I might be forced to take off my clothes or simply pass out. At the end of the song, one made especially haunting in context of this personal mystery theater mashup of Macbeth and film noir, I made an escape through the dark space to the staircase in search of cooler air. My body vaguely remembered the location of the cold and damp room I had encountered earlier, somewhere back before the bar fight in the warehouse or that scene with the girl in the phone booth.
By then, I had abandoned any attempt to keep up with a conventional storyline from Macbeth, even after the sublime slow-motion choreography of the erotic banquet scene, in favor of improvisational explorations through this fantastical dreamscape of hotel rooms - part Hitchcock, part Kubrick, and part graphic adventure game. The mood-setting music, reminiscent of the great Bernard Hermann scores, filled every meticulously detailed space, shaping the suspense. As I made my way through a hallway of taxidermy specimens - this is the Macbeth world of nature gone awry, after all, I scared only myself as I caught a glimpse of the masked Venetian in the mirror. I eventually found the cool space I was looking for, the refreshingly clammy graveyard. [Continued…]
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