McCarren Park is the best spot in New York to see spandex-clad hipsters sunning out their hangovers, guys selling empanadas out of Igloos, children riding scooters, fluffy dogs that fit into purses and adults playing elementary school sports. But on most days, there is an extreme lack of giant space

Every summer, we gush over the benefits of free outdoor movie screenings and how their awesomeness can never can eclipsed. This is what happens to a drive-in theater deprived nation. While you can catch a flick each week all over the city to suit your style, there are some screen

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

This Saturday, a very rare and magical thing will happen. Green grass will be seen at McCarren park, wait time at Turkey’s Nest will be less than 5 minutes, and the number of times you think “ZOMG, that’s Zach Galifianakis! Oh… wait, no, it’s not” will be significantly reduced. Siren

Ah, summer in the city. Nearly-naked commutes. Hydrant fountains. Cooling centers. That unidentifiable stench! And the heat. Oh, the heat. Even though I woke up sweating, I wouldn’t trade my NYC summers for anything. The man himself says we’re from where summertime’s unforgettable. And it’s true. Among the great summer

I relish three-day weekends, not just because of the time off, but generally there is a mass exodus from the city and I get to roam around a little bit more people free. For those of you who were like f this I’m outta here. I’m happy for you, but

As I sit here on my couch I am seeing the sunlight stream into my living room.  I am so happy that spring has sprung but I am also feeling something sinister’ something dark’ something that drove me to consume half a container of frosting.  It is the dread that

As much as I love Christmas sometimes I find it hard to get into the spirit of things. The idea of holiday shopping can be soul crushing, Rockefeller center is like a cage match between tourists and my sense of personal space, and the only tree that will fit inside