Guest post by Christophe Blake Parker Go ahead and picture your average gamer. What do you see? What images first come to mind. A pimple-faced teenager holed up in his room playing World of Warcraft? A businesswoman tapping frantically at her screen while she plays the eighth billion level of
I have been doing my best to explore my new home and decided to expand my horizons and give Astoria a try. I was headed to the Museum of the Moving Image, which is a place any cinephile has to visit. I’ve traveled all over the country and have been
The Preschool Hunt of 2012 has come to an end, finally. Now all that’s left is to make a decision on which one. I consider ourselves pretty lucky that we have choices. When we decided so late in the game to put our son in preschool, I was expecting to
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Video games. Who doesn’t love video games? Here’s a better question—who wouldn’t love alcohol and arcade games? Probably Newt Gingrich, but I digress. I had heard about a place that combined the two and it goes by the simplistically clever name of Barcade. I happened to walk into Barcade one
If you’re looking for a dark, divey, corner bar in the Outer Mission – pop into Pop’s Bar on 24th and Bryant. This small bar is a great place to grab some stiff cocktails or shitty beer and shot combo specials. A red strip and a shot of tequila
Looking at art and overeating are pretty much two of the finest activities in the land. Well, you have a chance to do both for FREE this week by visiting Why Participate?, an exhibition at Flux Factory in Long Island City. A group showing by artists who are concerned with
Since the moment I was handed a Nintendo, my life has been a hazy, unfocused, and pixelated blur. I lived for games, inhaling campaigns, blasting through side-quests and poking and jabbing at my controllers with unparalleled abandon. And it was great. Whereas my father went outside and played “basketball” and