I’ve been spending my lunch in Trinity Cemetery hanging out with the ghosts of Alexander Hamilton and Robert Fulton. Alexander denies he ever had dreadlocks in his youth in the Caribbean, and Robert Fulton keeps trying to convince me to buy steam powered technology. I told him him I don’t

What I didn’t learn about human sexuality in sex ed class, I learned from reading Savage Love. Dan Savage´s columns prepared me for any weird thing a guy might do, and taught me about warning signs in relationships. He´s been talking people through their problems with threesomes, masturbating parrots, sex

My deepest apologies to potatoes, but I think I’ve fallen in love with another fry. Sweet potato fries never charmed me, but yucca fries are quite possibly the greatest (savory) fried food I’ve ever eaten. Specifically, the yucca fries with tomatillo sauce from Cubana Social. The fries speak for themselves,

First come sushi restaurants, then comes a chain drug store, then a palm reader, and then a neighborhood has reached the peak of gentrification. The sushi and Thai joints arrived on Bedford Ave long ago, but the palm reader spot and Duane Reade are brand spanking new. (As are a

While your living room chairs probably aren’t sneaking up to get it on on your roof. Though, that would be preferable your stuffed animals singing the un-catchy, boring songs in the worst muppet special ever. Or maybe all your stuff does is collect dust while you’re gone, but you’ll never

I’ve held a grudge against the animated short category at the Oscar’s since Don Herzfeldt didn’t win for Rejected. But I changed my mind last night when I saw this year’s winner, The Lost Thing, about a boy finding a home for the tentacle-filled machine he found on the beach.

If you’re looking for a slightly nicer Italian restaurant, but not so nice you’ll get stabbed with a fork for using the wrong one, go to La Nonna.  Their classic Italian dishes are the cheesiest, freshest and most tomato-ey you could hope to stuff your face with. Even a simple dish