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Summer Films at MoMA
Movies in New York are the biggest rip-off ever. I refuse to believe that $13 is a legitimate price to see Jake Gyllenhaal play the Prince of Persia. Two dollars would be more reasonable, and I should have the option of a full refund if any of his gratuitous shirtless
Step Right Up and Go to the Marin County Fair
County fairs are one of my favorite things about summer. Call me crazy, but the combination of fast rides, funnel cake, caramel apples, games and carnies makes me feel like I’m 11 again, which in this case, is a good thing. It has been a long time since I got
Statues of Jesus: A Photo Essay
I spent the last part of my work day looking at pictures of Jesus statues instead of finishing some time-sensitive assignments. This is how I feel about my choices now: Does that make me like Jesus? Just kidding! I don’t think that ‘“ do I look like (everybody’s favorite anti-Semite)
Dance, Disco, and Debbie Harry: Your Shakin Saturday
Before the fireworks get kicked off, and you’ve eaten your umpteenth weenie, there’s plenty of festivities to indulge in. Mostly a lot that involves hotpants and Grace Jones. Since bemoaning the loss of Sunday Best, MeanRed Productions has moved onto greener pastures, making sure your summer doesn’t lack in expertly
Jazz Isn’t Just For Old, Boring People at the Fillmore Jazz Festival
Of course, this being the 4th of July holiday weekend, you know you’re about to go get pretty fucked up at least one of the days, whether you’re in the city, slutting it up in Vegas or houseboating like Gramps used to do in Shasta. That’s why it’s pretty awesome
Portugal. The Man and Alberta Cross Play Governors Island
Alaska has given us many things. No only has our northern frontier birthed an ass ton of professional hockey players, but it has also been called home by some of the greatest comedians of our time, most notably 2008 vice presidential hopeful Sarah Palin. Wasilla-born, Portland-Based rockers Portugal. The Man
Fish n Sip: BYOB, Cheap and Delicious
The salty and fishy smell in the air starts to get to your head after a full, or even partial, day at the beach. So it’s only natural to crave (and appropriate to an almost cliche level) to crave fish and chips when you’re near an ocean. The problem is,