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Brooklyn Haiti Fundraiser
People have many opinions about those “crazy kids” living in the hipster hotbed that is Bushwick. They turn dumpsters into swimming pools, try to secede, and throw riotous parties in their DIY music spaces. Cynicism aside, these kids know how to work with what they got and put together huge
Food Carts and Drinks at Fabric8’s 4 Year Anniversary
It’s a lazy Saturday morning and I’m pretty deep into a Law and Order marathon right now. This means that Imma do a little cuttin’ and pastin’. Here is all the info for you from Fabric8: It’s been 4 years in the Mission and 14 years in business(!), so let’s
Volunteer and Get FREE Disneyland Passes
This is a message to all those who love magic, happiness, and fun. While many may argue that Disney is a sexist, brainwashing, racist corporation that only cares about sucking cash from the masses, I argue that those people, while a little correct about the sexism/racism thing, can go suck
A Wine Filled Upstate Escape
When I got married, my husband and I celebrated our union with a honeymoon trip to Italy. I made sure our voyage included many clichéd romantic moments’candlelight dinners, wine tours and er’um’an audience with the Pope. In an effort to relive those magical moments, my husband and I happened upon
Hey Poets: Win $50 and Get Published
Have you always thought of yourself as a poet but never told your friends because you thought they’d call you a pussy? I hope not, because that would be pretty tragic. But whether you fall into the category or not, I’m here to tell you that you could actually get
Yoga at MOMA and Pauly D at Sutton Place
I’ve got your Saturday riiiiiiight here: You wanna relax? You wanna commune with your inner self? You want to stretch muscle fiber, sinew and the fabric of your mind by participating in that most ancient of mind-body arts underneath the shadow of a dessicated whale carcass? Well, look no further
Upgrade Your Comfort Foods: Cereal is for Stoners
I’ve probably had more bowls of cereal in my life than any other meal. (If you consider it a meal, even.) But this isn’t because my mom didn’t love me enough to get me toaster strudel when I was a kid. Actually, I think I really tipped the scale around
