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Saturday! LIC Block Party FREE !! Sculpture, Kate Bush Dancing, Female Mariachis, and MORE!!
This is going to be so incredibly hot. Like the hottest way ever conceived to usher in the chilly fall. And it’s going to involve sculpture and Kate Bush It’s the LIC Block Party. This Saturday (the 8th). From Noon to 5pm. Organized by Long Island City’s very own SculptureCenter, a

7 Broke-Ass Ways To Be Awesome AND Cheap in NYC
When your wallet looks like this. 1. Craigslist – We all know that Craig can be a creepy mofo, but here’s what: the good ol’ guy has gotten me hooked up more times than I’d like to admit. Since moving to NYC almost five years ago, I’ve scoured Craigslist for

The Differences Between Fourteen Year Old Me, and Twenty-Six Year Old Me
I’ve been re-watching a lot of old episodes of Freaks and Geeks with my Nick Andopolis/Sam Weir hybrid of a boy toy lately (all of the philosophical stoner wisdom of Andopolis without the clinginess, and the gentlemanly quality of Weir without the hairless pits– what more could a lady ask

Living the Hillbilly Life and Loving It
Last weekend, my friend Heather and I spent four days as pretend hillbillies. We’ve always wanted to go to the Deep South– land of deliciously heavy foods, porch drinking, adorable floppy-lipped hound dogs, and people with two first names and cousins for lovers (let’s forget the racism and gross ignorance

How To Save Money By Going Sober
Life is intense. The sun is always too bright. The streets are always too dirty. Your friends are always too dull. Your girlfriend is always wearing those horrible pants you hate. At some point over the past million years or so of facing these realities, Man thought to himself: “Why

ARTY PARTY with OPEN BAR @ WiP TONIGHT
It’s like a Battle of the Bands, except not totally lame and terrible. No spiked hair with red tips. No inter-song banter involving erections or silly hats/ironic t-shirts. And most importantly, no puerile attempts at rap-rock. Oh yeah and there’s no music either, so that’s cool. Instead, the art gallery

Broke-Ass Vacation Dispatch: Fremont St Las Vegas
I write to you, dear reader, from Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. Here at my hotel – the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino – I wait out the extreme midday heat, letting my somewhat brackish lunch digest. The room is decent; the bathroom is functional. Smoking is allowed so