Arts and Culture
The Public Library: Perks and Pitfalls
I love me an overstuffed bookshelf but let’s face it, books are pricey (especially new ones) and storage space lacking. So, the library it is. Don’t get me wrong, I really love the library: its musty smell, its quiet’”it’s a core-of-society kind of place’”plus remember what a rite of passage
“You are Here” at Death by Audio is aMAZE-ing
Every time I watched Alice in Wonderland as a kid, I would watch the painting the roses red scene and want to go play in a giant maze–minus the queen coming to yell at me. As an adult, all I have to do is walk over to Death by Audio
Nothing Comes Between Me and My Bean Bag
The other day, I was pondering what the greatest invention of all time has been. Penicillin? Ground breaking, but what’s a little syphilis between friends? The light bulb? Sure it all fun and games, until it’s last call at the bar and they flip on the lights for you to
HumpDay Videos: Kid Koala “Basin Street Blues”
We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video
Broke-Ass Dentist: NYU College of Dentistry
For me, going to the dentist is about as thrilling a prospect as using a soldering iron to remove one’s own ruptured appendix. I use this fairly dramatic example in order to impart to you, dear broke reader, how very much I truly dread the dentist, despite the fact that
Dope Pushin’
If you’re like me, you are old enough to have lived through the debut of Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album, the fall of the Berlin wall,the three-year window where wearing two pairs of brightly colored tube socks was acceptable, and the American Drug Panic of the 1980s. With the advent
Brooklyn vs Manhattan: An Open Question
Ever since I moved to New York, Manhattan seemed like some sort of Oz I would never get to live in. Sure I worked there, occasionally got inebriated there and slept on someone’s futon, but I never called it home. Now that I’m moving again, and recession rents in the
FREE Absolute Vodka and the Lovely Amel Larrieux
I know I write about PST all the time, but it’s because the pretty much throw the best party in San Francisco. There is always FREE booze, excellent music, and even FREE food sometimes. Besides being absolutely beautiful, Amel Larrieux is also a fantastic singer, and apparently a DJ. You