Every time I end up at the far end of a train platform I think about going to explore the tunnels.  A part of me knows there won’t be anything crazy, just mostly dark, dank concrete and piping – a lot of it tagged.  There’d be rats.  Maybe I’d run

Despite gusty winds,  yesterday was a beautiful day.  Still, a bunch of us Mainers and a handful of Arkansans/Arkansanites/Arkansanivians  expressed guarded optimism,  the memory of past teaser days lingering.  Sure, 60 and sunny in January is no cause to lift expectations.   You take it at face value, maybe get a

  Passover, Easter, the resurrection of Christ, and the exodus from Egypt will all be heartily ignored in favor of a non-discriminatory posting about a party celebrating something that clearly deserves acknowledgement: the eggbeater.  In my experience the bastard is hard to clean up – I always tried to lick

The Snuggie is an interesting phenomenon, not because of its similarity to the standard stable blanket, nor its druid-inspired aesthetic.  A huge, fleece blanket with sleeves and a hood just makes sense. No, it is interesting because of the fan culture of the product and its decimation of its competitor

Hump Day sounds disgusting, always has.  “Bumping uglies” sounds gross too.  I know people who hate the word “groin”.  “Crotch” is crisp and tight to me, but friends find it equally unappetizing.  One of Stuart’s friends has a website called The Fart Party.  That leaves a very unpleasant taste in

4-day all-access badges have just become available to purchase for the Northside Festival in Williamsburg, a new music festival project by The L Magazine.  $45 is like, INSANELY cheap for four whole days of bands that include:  Vivian Girls, Bishop Allen, The Dodos, Bill Callahan, The Van Pelt, Brightblack Morning Light, O’Death, Asobi

There a thousands of iconic photos of Coney Island from its epic reign through its Post-War deterioration into a dere-lict “my balls” trashy-ass scene, so I applied rigorous standards and ended up with this one. Coincidentally, there are breasts. I hope the tasteful,  impactful photo is titillating enough (excuse the