I get excited when all my interests converge in one place. As it just so happens, tomorrow evening with Nuclear Winter, a party at Convent boutique featuring free spiked cider, live music, an amazing outdoor art installation, and tricked out accessories. The only set-backs, will be my empty wallet and

Click here if you wanna skip the jive and get straight to the deal Ever since I started dressing myself, I’ve been wearing second hand clothes. Something about buying mass produced clothes that are supposed to be ‘œso fucking in right now’ never seemed appealing to me. But the problem

At this time last year, i.e. Hanukkah time, I was living in a house with Jewish roommates and freaking the freak out for eight days straight.  This year, I’m in a teeny studio that barely fits my full-sized bed, let alone holiday decorations, namely a Christmas tree. The folks over

Middle school and early high school were the days before Adult Swim, high speed internet and Ren & Stimpy on DVD (well, DVDs in general), there were very few outlets to find new inappropriate cartoons. Sure, there was Duckman and Beavis and Butthead on the air, but they were hard

Isn’t it funny how newspapers and magazines are clutter, while books are totally permissible to keep in large numbers? It’s true though ‘“ I’ve moved a fat stack of magazines from one apartment to another, and everyone always thinks I’m some crazy hoarder until I use the pages to make

Welcome to New York during Yule season, suckers. It’s a time of great mirth-sucking and merriment-destroying. From the Black Friday stampedes to Christmas Eve traffic, rarely does a city unify so absolutely under the banner of pissy mood. Holiday magic is in short order, despite what Macy’s would have you

‘Tis the season for me to be disgruntled about all the Christmas mania. For a full explanation, see last year’s “What’s A Jew to Do on Christmas” post. I hate to admit that Christmas lights and Christmas trees are, from a purely aesthetic angle, quite a feast for the eyes.