New York
The Really, Really Free Market THIS Sunday
These guys have their canvassing down because I was offered the same pamplet 4 times in 30 minutes at Stubag’s book reading last week. It’s the same flyer as the Feb.22 event with the old date scratched out and 3/29 handwritten in, which makes all the animosity disappear. The idea
Brine On, You Crazy Diamond!
Two truths are that everybody loves oysters (everyone cool, that is) and that oysters are generally prohibitively expensive. Unless you’re dating the shucker at Aquagrill or Blue Ribbon, oysters are a special occasion splurge or a last ditch attempt to get a date to stop texting and pay attention. Until
Put A Cap on It!
It’s a distant memory now, but at one point, wearing a trucker hat was a clever symbol of ironic style. Following in the wake of the enormous popularity of the newsboy/Kangol hat, the trucker hat was worn primarily by liberal arts college graduates, people enthusiastic about independent film and the
Heavy Petting Human Zoo
I went to a Rangers game the other night and was transported back to my childhood in Maine, where we would get up before sunrise for morning practices and occasionally make the drive to Portland to watch the Maine Mariners, now the Portland Pirates, our state’s National Hockey League farm
Lightning Happy Hour at The Skinny
The weekly Wednesday night party “Rock n’ Roll High” at the Skinny jumps off tonight at 10 pm, but really starts with free vodka from 11:00 – 11:30pm. Music skews fun with every damn blog and event posting referring to Chuck Berry, The Ramones, and anything in between that’ll make
Make Some Memes
Last night’s free lecture was pretty sweet, and not just because professor Patrick Gannon had a delivery like Kids in the Hall’s Kevin McDonald. He showed us some gross anatomical brain asymmetries consistent in humans, chimps, and gorillas in the ‘œcomprehension’ brain regions before propelling into more subtle asymmetries in
Get Your Neuroscience!
Today I’m going to reveal a little inner dorkling, but don’t worry, I’ll temper it with some theatrical overcompensation, Tarantino style. After university, I walked away from a neuro-imaging internship with Harvard to go teach tennis in Switzerland. I’ve been sidetracked ever since, but still love all things neuro, including