by Broke-Ass Stuart I feel bad for those of you that read yesterday’s post about the FREE booze, music and Little Star Pizza at the Diesel store, but didn’t get to go.  But don’t trip chocolate chip, you can go tonight instead!  Here’s my advice though: try to get there as

  For the past few weeks Stuart has been defending San Francisco’s Bay To Breakers, a 12k costumed, bipedal shit show, race-ish thingy celebrating freedom of expression and consumption.  So when I saw a list-ette of marathon happy hours in this week’s Time Out New York (TONY) I figured I would

The fine folks over at My Open Bar recently informed me of this awesome event.  Yesterday, today, and tomorrow the Diesel Jeans store in Union Square, SF is throwing a party from 5-9pm where with free booze, music and Little Star Pizza. HOLY FUCK!  Are you kidding me?  The only

  Let me just say I could never live in Yonkers because just saying the name makes me think of the Phillies’ mascot Phanatic. However, despite my thoughts, fresh units in a new urban living space 66Main are being pushed at a ‘œFabulously Frugal’ Open House on March 4th.  I’m sure these

  A review of last night’s FREE Deerhunter show.     By Monica the Intern     In a sonic wash of pedal pushing magic and light, Deerhunter opened Noise Pop 2009 with a performance at Mezzanine, thus kicking off this year’s festival with an orchestrated bang. Before the opening lazy

  The other day, Stuart provided the etymology for mack and hoodlum.  Not one to be outdone, I’d like to turn to Tom Wolfe’s The Painted Word (the critics responses excerpted in wikipedia are hilarious and make me look like an asshole!) to explain how I can antisocially walk into a

  by Broke-Ass Stuart       From Edward Sharpless, the guy spearheading the movement to save Bay to Breakers:   Unfortunately, I don’t have good news for you. Yesterday, I did not hear from race organizers until after 5 PM, even though we had a 4 PM call scheduled

  I’m sitting at the computer in my sleeping bag today and it’s not even that cold. This apartment is like a walk-in with furniture; some sick chef’s pet Truman Show.  Feel anything like Fat Tuesday, like I even know what it’s about. I equate it with Girls Gone Wild