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The Really, Really Free Market THIS Sunday
These guys have their canvassing down because I was offered the same pamplet 4 times in 30 minutes at Stubag’s book reading last week. It’s the same flyer as the Feb.22 event with the old date scratched out and 3/29 handwritten in, which makes all the animosity disappear. The idea
You giveth, you damn right I taketh: The really really free market
How is it that hippies save my ass every time? Just when I’m flat broke and have $65 in my bank account [because of moving and it being the end of the month], the Really Really Free Market pops up. Yes, that’s not just reiteration to get you to come…only
Brine On, You Crazy Diamond!
Two truths are that everybody loves oysters (everyone cool, that is) and that oysters are generally prohibitively expensive. Unless you’re dating the shucker at Aquagrill or Blue Ribbon, oysters are a special occasion splurge or a last ditch attempt to get a date to stop texting and pay attention. Until
Put A Cap on It!
It’s a distant memory now, but at one point, wearing a trucker hat was a clever symbol of ironic style. Following in the wake of the enormous popularity of the newsboy/Kangol hat, the trucker hat was worn primarily by liberal arts college graduates, people enthusiastic about independent film and the
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Skin Diving on Castro
If you’re a fan of gay porn and have always wanted to grease the palms of your favourite sticky luminaries instead of just your own, then comb your hair, dab a little Stetson behind your ear and make tracks for Castro Street this Friday night. Online flesh peddlers Nakedsword.com
Heavy Petting Human Zoo
I went to a Rangers game the other night and was transported back to my childhood in Maine, where we would get up before sunrise for morning practices and occasionally make the drive to Portland to watch the Maine Mariners, now the Portland Pirates, our state’s National Hockey League farm
$1 Falafel at Cinderella
A little while back I posted about $1 slices, which, although a good deal, became a rather monotonous regime. Enter Cinderella and their $1 falafel, where you can watch the newest videos for world music’s biggest stars on the flatscreen that cost more than their tables and chairs. But, it’s
