Some of us are here because we can stay up until the same hour our parents get up for work, some of us are here for Momofuku Compost Cookies, and some of us are here because we are nerdy. (Ed: In this story, and most of my life, I mean

This summer, stereo equipment magnate and philanthropist, Sidney Harmon bought the entirety of Newsweek (yes, the magazine!) for a single dollar. I have a hard time coming to grips with this sale because in my world, that amount of money only buys me 50% stake in a beer at happy

Forthcoming Facebook biopic aside, there is no doubt a significant void between art and the average social network. There are few who would see much of inspiration in the online friend network, and even fewer would would be able to convert any extant inspiration into something artistic or worthwhile. George Underwood is

The first time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in the movie theater with a high school boyfriend (now a writer for ‘Modern Family’…fuck me).  The second time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in a parking lot in Seattle, which was actually incredibly awesome. The third time I saw ‘Amelie’ I’m pretty sure

If there’s one thing being broke in San Francisco teaches you, it’s that art parties aren’t just for hoity-toity, chardonnay-sipping museum donors. Gallery shows and openings are usually small-scale deals, but I can’t remember the last time I went to one and didn’t end up polishing off a couple free

If none of the no-cover-charge music events in the city this week tickle your fancy, maybe you ought to take a moment to appreciate the city itself with one of the Architecture & the City events put on by the San Francisco chapter of the American Institute of Architecture. Tonight’s

September’s here guys, it’s back to schoolz.  Scarves! Sweaters! Suede! Blazers! Walking across the quad on your way to have ill-advised sex with some guy you met at an off campus party! With fashion week upon us here in New York, and scads of things to spend money on, choosing

Waaaay back in April I told you about a Michigan-based band called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and I had a dream. My dream was selfish, but heartfelt: That Jr. Jr., whose demos had been on constant repeat on my iPod since I got my grabby grabby little hands on them,