Isn’t it funny how newspapers and magazines are clutter, while books are totally permissible to keep in large numbers? It’s true though ‘“ I’ve moved a fat stack of magazines from one apartment to another, and everyone always thinks I’m some crazy hoarder until I use the pages to make

Welcome to New York during Yule season, suckers. It’s a time of great mirth-sucking and merriment-destroying. From the Black Friday stampedes to Christmas Eve traffic, rarely does a city unify so absolutely under the banner of pissy mood. Holiday magic is in short order, despite what Macy’s would have you

‘Tis the season for me to be disgruntled about all the Christmas mania. For a full explanation, see last year’s “What’s A Jew to Do on Christmas” post. I hate to admit that Christmas lights and Christmas trees are, from a purely aesthetic angle, quite a feast for the eyes.

After no more than fifteen minutes on the phone with the evil asshole that is Comcast, I stand victorious!  Thanks to my roommate’s sharp eye for detail,  we noticed that our monthly $16 Internet discount had run its twelve month course and we were once again being charged the full

Like any other self-satisfied, elitist New York asshole, I love watching movies about or that use New York City heavily, especially if they’re period pieces or actually filmed in a bygone decade. But what if you’re fairly new to this genre of sorts and you’ve already watched Annie Hall, Manhattan,

So it’s officially started.  I’ve spent the past six days in San Diego doing the turkey shindig family thing, and I’m fucking stuffed.  I feel like a contestant on “The Biggest Gainer”.  The thing is, now that December is about to be here, it will be endless eating and drinking.

As someone whose main livelihood revolves around holidays, and not in the, “what’s my tablescape going to be this year?”-kind of way,  I’ve learned a lot about the shopping habits of my fellow Americans. Our culture embraces a lot of corporate-created holidays for the sake of selling shit, but that