I would be doing my Santa Cruz liberal arts education a disservice by not posting this. Make sure to stop by so you can learn how to tear the Babylon System down. Or at least buy some zines on how to make a pipe bomb.
It’s time to get over Friday the 13th. I mean, the blood, from the ‘œth’? Seriously? Not scary. Worse still is that the movie that launched the craze is anti-sex. Puritanical Mrs. Voorhees hasn’t forgiven two counselors who had blissful, transcendental sex while her son Jason drowned nearby. Years later,
Come out and bring your friends to the McNally-Jackson Bookstore on Friday, March 20th to get your books, boobs, man-boobs or butts signed and listen to Broke-Ass Stuart read from his NY book.
Ah, a collegiate night on the UWS. Somewhat responsible, at that, for a while at least. Columbia is showing ‘œShake Hands with the Devil’, a documentary following a visit to Rwanda by the UN appointed general who was left powerless to intervene in the massacre of ~800,000 in 1994. I’ll
People use St. Patrick’s Day to get really drunk and act like complete shitheads. They rationalize it by saying, “WOOOO!! It’s OK dude! Who cares if it’s 4pm and I’ve already puked on my shoes twice? It’s St. Patty’s Day. My great-grandmother was half Irish.” I have
Better late than never on this one. I heard about it a while ago, but have been inundated with’other things. Anyway, here’s the low down on a two-week celebration that is one-week old, fashionable late. Things get convoluted when you think about Street Attack, an ‘œalternative marketing
You should go to Club Deluxe tonight to see Rick Shapiro. That way when this great underground comic dies of an OD, and suddenly everyone is on his jock, you can be like, “Shit man, I saw that cat back in like ’09 in this little place