Here’s the deal. My friends Avery Monsen and Jory John wrote a genius little book called “All My Friends Are Dead.” I bought it years ago, back when it was a zine and these dudes were the funniest guys I knew. Now it’s a book (their second  published by Chronicle

It’s the second Monday of the month again which means that it’s time for the Monday Happy Hour Comedy Show at Cafe Royale.  Cafe Royale has been doing some pretty cool events and from what I understand, this comedy show pretty much falls into that category.  I personally won’t be

I’ve already written about the benefits (most of which include getting laid, but also that it’s FREE) of running outside instead of in a gym – so obviously we’ve come to a juncture where you are quite convinced about that necessity but unsure of where to start. Right? Good. I

Barfly be thy Name – Chaps II My flat mate, Nevin, is currently working on a piece about the ins and outs of go-go dancing for the folks over at The Bold Italic. He’s put himself on display at a few spots already, but so far I’ve missed the opportunity

If you can’t figure out how to start organizing your records in autobiographical order like Rob did in High Fidelity, you should go to the Bell House tonight for Monday Night Vinyl Club #22. At the Vinyl Club, everyone gets to play three of their favorite songs off vinyl and

Oceans are beautiful, full of big animals that want to eat you, and you should never ever turn your back on them. Show your support for two-thirds of the earth’s surface at the Sunday Surf Benefit for SurfriderSF hosted by Surfpulse. FREE admission, FREE Yolanda’s famous chicken and veggie/cheese enchiladas,

One thing that I often miss from my childhood growing up in the ‘˜burbs is drive-in movies.  They were always so much fun, even though I usually ended up falling asleep half way through and would, without fail, sit on whatever chocolaty movie treat I had brought along. Lucky for

New Yorkers are so hard up for pool access, we’ve settled for diving into converted “dumpsters” in a desperate attempt to cool off. What was last summer’s hipster punchline is now a full-blown public project. Since last year’s not-so secret dumpster project in Gowanus, the folks behind Macro Sea decided