There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea

Patti Smith is pretty much the quintessential New York icon.  No matter how you slice it, that lady is badass.  For this reason, the whole of New York City– and hip people everywhere– collectively peed their pants over her recent book about her relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids.

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

If your idea of a fun night is standing on stage while people judge you, then head to The Moth StorySLAM at Housing Works on Tuesday night. StorySLAM is like a poetry slam without all the verses, just plain old funny, tragic, ironic human stories. Here’s how it works: Anyone

Major cultural shifts are not always easy to recognize, particularly when it comes to music. This is likely because there’s a natural evolution to music – trends sort of blend into each other seamlessly. Every now and then something really new comes along and shifts paradigms. I remember when Grunge

One of my good friends used to have Native American braids and dropped out of high school to work in a comic book warehouse for 8 years.  He’s since cut the braids, gotten his GED, and went to Berkeley– but my joy for his eccentric comic-obsessed lifestyle is eternal.  Another