After brunch one day last spring, I took a sunny stroll along Amsterdam Ave. on the Upper West Side. A brightly colored shop immediately caught my eye; the window was filled with hand-painted pottery and a sandwich-board-sign promise that I, too, could create a work of art. I stepped in,

How do I know spring has sprung? The son-of-a-bitch birds explode with an endless array of cheery chirps outside my window every God-forsaken morning. It’s like clockwork. An hour before my alarm goes off! And there’s one ballsy little fucker – a male cardinal, or as I like to call

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

As far as fro-yo goes, Pinkberry is top of the pops. Nevermind that the Los Angeles-based brand had to battle a whole bunch of haters who claimed that its tangy-sweet swirls weren’t as healthy as one might think. BFD, I say. Just look at it. It’s subzero, soft-serve sourness in

I probably would never have ever gone of my own volition, even though I’m not particularly opposed to the idea of psychics I am utterly opposed to getting ripped off and wasting money (generally) so I was more than a little skeptical.  My friend Kelly insisted though, because she had

Between rush hour, service delays, and inexplicable line changes, riding the subway can be quite the calamitous adventure all on its own without the krazy kast of kharacters that you may be lucky enough to have ride in your subway car.  Dante’s Inferno-style, I’ve divided the circles of horror into

I immediately start singing the Tool song Intolerance in my head when I hear the words, “Lie, cheat, and steal” together, because Tool is permanently lodged in my subconscious after listening to them a lot in high school. In general, I’m not a liar, cheater (except at board games) or

The truth is that I’m really super lazy. To a horrifying extent, actually, as I have realized more and more in recent weeks. If you can believe it, in the wintertime I am even lazier. I do love the idea of coming home in the evening, putting on some music,

While growing up in The Bronx, my friend’s dad used to build rocket ships to launch off of buildings. And he used hamsters as pilots. While I will remain silent on my opinion of hamster misuse in the situation, I will say that my friend’s dad is now a physicist