By Jonas Barnes When I first laid eyes on “The Exorcist“, I shit my pants. Was it fear or was it the fact that I was a 6 year old? I guess we’ll never know the answer to that question. It did, however, set off a chain of events that
about 35 people, most of them software engineers, many from household-name tech companies in Silicon Valley, sitting in a run-down union hall in the Tenderloin, talking about the evils of capitalism and organizing the workers from below to take on the bosses.
It was an inconspicuous warehouse made of red brick, a chalkboard sign in front of the door reading “Puff Pass Paint this way” with an arrow. We were 30 minutes late.
Sushi pizza, sushi breakfast, sushi donuts, and a restaurant that serves sushi in a cup is the natural evolution of this newly minted hell we have found ourselves in.
By Katie Barbaro Do you live in New York and occasionally feel disconnected from humanity and worried that the world might be breaking? Me too! Living in New York (and on this planet in general) might be stressful, but it also comes with some built-in coping mechanisms. One of which
By Jonas Barnes So last week, we ventured to Manhattan to showcase a Chelsea staple known as The Chelsea Market. This week, we’re traveling over the bridge and jumping beard first into Williamsburg. I’ll say this, Brooklyn gets a lot of shit for the beards and hipsters and all that,
Arte Express has purchased almost all the land surrounding the Packard Plant with the intention of turning old shipping containers into mixed income single family homes