The San Francisco Vintage Paper Fair comes around every few months, but I’m going to go ahead and say I still had no idea what it was. Vintage Paper? Like old posters? Or like Grandpa’s old letters to Grandma? Or maybe just the soggy brown bags from malt liquors passed?

Since I’ve moved to New York in 2005, this winter has by far been the coldest, windiest, and most blizzard-y one.  Now more than ever I feel myself much less inclined to step outside, especially when the wind sounds like something in Misselthwaite Manor, a la The Secret Garden.  Though,

Dear Sparing Stringer, I am trying to impress a lady friend by taking her on a date. Unfortunately, I am broke and have no prospects of making any money in the near future. How can I show her a good time on the cheap? Any ideas? -Desperate to Impress Dear

Do your genitals explode? Do you have a penis growing on your head?  Does your copulation last 10 weeks? Are you 200,000 times smaller than your mate? Are your sex toys made of leaves and twigs?  Do you drug your lover with a no-cheating potion?  Knowing this audience, I suspect

If I’m not mistaken, I’m pretty sure the dress code for my bar mitzvah party was flannel and Doc Martens. You must remember that this was how all self respecting teenagers dressed in 1994; I wasn’t being silly or ironic when I declared this dress code, it’s what was considered

Back in the day, the Chelsea Street Market was a Nabisco factory. The building no longer cranks out Nilla Wafers, Oreos, FIg Newtons, or any other officially trademarked boxed cookies, but it’s one of my favorite places in the city to go stare at stuff. The stores are full of

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video