Good news to everybody! Spring reared its well-tempered head yesterday and got us all to Ewan-McGregor-in-Trainspotting levels of fiending for a fix of sunshine. Unfortunately, NYC went all Seattle today and its gray as the line between love and hate, but we must still remember that soon there shall be

Oh my God, you guys. Did you hear about this? This is kinda major. Like, new-Rococop-movie level major. When I budget out my life I can always count on a few common red lines. Biggest one is booze, naturally, but a perpetual deficit is my love of coffee. Now, thanks

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 feel like a bit of an asshole for saying this, but I can go my entire life without seeing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade in person. Standing on a sidewalk with swarms of tourists in the cold cuts into my time for gluttony, napping, super family fun time and yelling

I mostly go to the Time Warner Center because it’s fancy. Not fancy in a “Oh gawd I wish I knew how to match my clothes” but more fancy than most public spaces in NYC in that it’s extremely clean, there are often free hors d’oeuvres thanks to samples at

Oh don’t bother with that straw. Just pour it in my mouth. New York is full of brunch-n-booze deals. It makes sense, after all – the only people who really need to get hammered again on a Sunday morning are the ones who are probably still wasted from the weekend.

Considering that the gods of finance have yet to gift me with enough cash to buy a bike, I can’t say I have too much of a vested interest in the future of the urban bicycle. And yet I care. I really do. Tonight at 7PM, the Museum of Arts and

There’s this exhibit at the Guggenheim that I am fairly certain I will hate but that I want to see because I am interested in masochism and also surprises. Not at the same time. However, the Guggenheim is expensive as fuck for no reason (18 bucks to fume about how

Having been around since 1962, Big Nick’s has mad soul and feels like old NY. You know the kind of 24 hour place I’m talking about where, the walls are cluttered with autographed headshots, drawings, random posters, neon lights, and hand drawn signs. It also has an absolutely tremendous 27