Theater kids. They’re weird. Every time you hang out with theater kids, it’s all inside jokes about stage-fight workshops and terrible British accents. Once, as a child I was roped into an acting class. We spent an hour “learning” how to fall down. I never returned. Thus, it was with

Grab your jorts. Grab your girlfriend. Grab your boyfriend. Grab your lawn chair. SummerScreen is back. That’s right. After an exceptional 2011 season, SummerScreen is returning this week with a showing tonight of Cruel Intentions featuring Sarah Michelle Gellar and that other dude who was in all those teen movies

As a starving, malcontent, narcissistic New York City writer, you have one of two options: writing in your apartment or writing in someplace that is decidedly not your apartment. The former is a simple premise. If you’re having trouble with it, you might consider giving up writing in favor of

I hear you. You need music on Saturday afternoons. Otherwise your weekend would be a total bummer. You also can’t afford another cover charge because you’re broke and you need lunch money for when you go to that job that doesn’t pay you enough. Well never fear, Guided By Voices

Yesterday, I quite literally had nothing to do except stare at my most recent bank statement wondering if somewhere in the Charles Schwab building there is a little room, marked with my name, with three pennies lying on the floor. My only alternative was trolling political forums about the healthcare

When you picture your ideal Saturday afternoon, do you dream of a kaleidoscopic music, art, poetry, and philosophy festival? If so, you’re in luck. If not, start dreaming, ‘cause this festival is going be the bees. It’s called Eleven Hands Clapping. And it’s happening at Vaudeville Park (Bushwick – totally

You enter to the sweet song of two metal-heads arguing about music. “Okay, name me one decent album in the last five years,” says one. “No, they’re all shit,” says the other. On your right, a white board details prices and policies. At the bottom, it reads “Dirty Looks Free.”