I have a bad taste in my mouth from last night, which I’ve narrowed down to extra durrrty martinis or the two double cheeseburgers I ate at 3 am at the Delancey/Essex McDonald’s where a drunk dude in a blazer almost got socked by the on duty Wo-manager for taking

I’ve spent the past few days neglecting your pickled livers with posts about filmmakers, workshops, and literary panels so I guess I need to reel some of you back with a bucket of chum and a dash of glam.  The problem is, I’m finding free a little hard to track

  The good thing about class is that since you can’t buy it,  you can fake it.  It’s not like an apartment.  No un-roofied date will believe you when you say the junkie passed out on the stoop is the doorman and, ahem, his uniform is in the wash.  Or

The PEN World Voices of International Literature hits the city in a few days, which means 160 writers over the course of 6 days OR 26.6 writers a day doing conversations, panels, performances, and readings.  Obviously that is far too many; an overwhelming choice that leads to paralysis and blocks

Sometimes I use my roommate’s Mac and I fucking hate it when Safari automatically opens up to the mac homepage.  Why doesn’t she change that shit?  Anyway, the other day it actually proved useful because I found out about Apple’s awesome involvement with the Tribeca Film Festival.  The SOHO Apple

It was very wet last night.  Dark, wet, and like a movie in Times Square with happy families huddled under their umbrellas  in the fuzzy neon light,  taxis splashing puddles.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a white family on a weeknigth in New York, but shit, when am I

As promised a few weeks back, I did finally fight the fear and I headed over to TopsShop last week to check things out. The store itself is terrifying, with multiple levels, flashing lights, loud music and a sea of Long Island-looking girls dragging their bored, glassy-eyed boyfriends around by

This is getting some serious love from me mostly because of its stance on the delicious “cheese” sauce that formed the landscape for Primus’ “Sailing the Seas of Cheese” :  “if you are using the sauce, don’t pretend it is real.”   Equally appropriate for  Cool Whip and the tans of