Not that long ago, I wrote a post for this very website which chronicled my experience as a sun-kissed, burrito-fed Californian living for three years in NYC. Soft of heart and fake blonder of hair, I bemoaned New York’s frigid winters, sleazy one-upping “networkers,” and lack of publicly-placed recycling bins.
A wise man once said, “Mo’ money, mo’ problems.” However, if you’re reading this, it may pain you slightly to not be in 100% agreement. Don’t sweat it. Snap out of that funk, little chipmunk! You can still live like a (semi) normal person, just use these handy alternatives to
Admission into NYC’s MoMa is certainly pricey– at $25 general admission, you basically have to brave the horrendous crowds on the monthly free day– or dig up your student ID from ten years ago and try to pass as an 18 year old– to catch a break. Wouldn’t a FREE
New York City is full of big name art institutions – the Met, MoMA, the Guggenheim – but, it pays (or saves) to check out smaller gems like the Rubin Museum. Dedicated to historical and contemporary Himalayan and Buddhist art, the Rubin is a nice little retreat from the fast
For some reason, being smart and cultured is considered sexy. Whether you actually are these things doesn’t really matter as long as you pretend to be, or at least pretend to want to be. And that’s where museum free days come in. Pretty much all of the best museums in
I love New York. I will never wear one of the t-shirts, but I post on this site multiple times a week to shout about the reasons why I think this city kicks ass. Despite my infatuation with it, it’s a tricky place to be when you’re in a mopey
One of my favorite things about living in the Western Addition was spring time, when the cherry blossom trees would burst into flowers – not just because it’s a spectacular sight but also because someone in the neighborhood would decorate the trees with stuffed animals. Alligators laying across low-lying branches,