The first time I went to the Natural History Museum at the Smithsonian, I spent about thirty seconds looking at the Hope Diamond. Then I went and spent at least a half an hour staring at bugs in glass tanks. Don’t get me wrong, I love shiny things. But I

Ah, March, you can be such a tease. You totally put out last weekend with your 70 degrees and above weather, then totally turn all frigid on us this weekend and say stuff like “I’m not ready for this”, ugh typical.  For the real hardcore  Coney enthusiasts,  be one of

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We all understand in New York that cold weather makes people angry.  It is especially jarring after a warm, balmy tease of a weekend such as we had a week ago.  I myself have developed distinct frown lines from this current cold snap alone.  But, I understand, dropping temperatures are

Coney Island is undeniably emblematic of Americana, a quaint, rickety fixture on the Brooklyn horizon, and it still provides, at least in principle, a beach to lie out on just a few miles from the heart of the financial district of the world. This weekend, Coney Island Amusement Park opens

So it was spring and now it’s cold again and gross and what the fuck is up with the hail/sleet bullshit this morning?  Even so it’s Friday! Glorious, buttery, golden and delicious Friday which even the wicked death rattle of  Old Man Winter’s icy bones won’t keep us from enjoying.

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Five people were in the bar when Paul and I walked in around midnight. One of them was a bartender in her late 50s/early 60s who was missing a few teeth, while the other four were shitfaced, chubby, middle aged and dancing to disco music emanating from the jukebox. Neither

Irrational fears are a difficult subject to talk about with endearment, but somehow St. Mannequins managed to write a beautiful acoustic diddy about getting sucked into space and being eaten by sharks. Tomorrow night, you can see them and Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., another band that plays mellow rock, play