The woman who hands out coupons for discounted tooth whitening at the Bedford Avenue stop in Brooklyn has gotten me thinking.  If there is one thing broke ass people can’t afford it is dental care.  I myself have been extremely slack in taking care of my chompers at certain poorer-than-average

Why should I care about my credit score? – c.c.

Ok so what I am hearing is, “Why should I care about my credit score when it doesn’t matter because I’ll never afford to buy a house in sf/nyc?.. and I don’t need a car.” I can understand this…

We all love New York.  Everything about it is amazing, if you can Make It Here, big lights will inspire you and streets will do other stuff and everything is suffused with the glow of magic. But sometimes you just need to get the fuck out.  Whether it be for

I love having friends from out of town stay for the weekend, but what initially is an exciting prospect can become stressful very quickly. I live in an apartment not a condo so this is not a guest soaps and extra bedroom sort of affair. But there is some preparation

Thanks to our fearless leader in Sacramento, it will probably be some time before we ever see that magic bullet train become a reality, if ever. Until that point if you need to make the trip between LA and SF, your options are pretty standard and not always that cheap.

No matter how much you ignore people on the subway in New York, it’s hard not to notice the people wearing surgical masks. And while part of me giggles, another part of me totally understands the precaution. Nothing breeds germs quite like enclosed spaces and people rubbing their hands all

With the arrival of the New Year I find my thoughts turning contemplative.  These coldest and darkest months of self-reflection often mark a critical juncture in my own personal growth.  Over the years I have been fond of creating New Years Resolutions that form a benchmark, helping me to grow

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,