Ah, the Boozy Brunch. Sometimes also known as the “Drink Until You Get Up To Go To The Bathroom And Fall A Little” Brunch. It’s one of New York City’s marvels, as we are one of the few cities in the world where we can drink without consequence of having

Valentine’s Day is a weird little holiday. With fuzzy historical origins, no significant religious ties, and mostly exclusive to half the population,  it’s the Sarah Palin of holidays, loved by some and despised by a lot. It sneaks up on you every year with pandering shitty movies, Duane Reed starts

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I’m spending most of my day on planes and in airports. I’m hoping to fall asleep so I won’t catch a glimpse at whatever god awful coming of age or chick flick they decide to show. If you’re in New York tonight, you don’t have to leave your entertainment to