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.

Hey there, U.S. History Nerd in the house.  I love me some Vietnam War, some Great Depression, some Boss Tweed (you know, not like actual wars and economic meltdowns and gangsters, but learning about them and stuff).  I know there are other nerdbombers out there, which is why I’m going

Only in New York City can you pay $14 for a single grilled cheese sandwich, but then at the same establishment hear an intimate concert with Talib Kweli for FREE. Such contradictions make up Tillman’s, where expensive comfort food is balanced out by the pricelessness of your experience. A hidden

Hear the sometimes polarizing, but always daring performance artist/filmmaker/writer, Miranda July, read from her new book,  It Chooses You, on Tuesday at Bookcourt in Brooklyn. It Chooses You was born while July procrastinated on writing her latest feature film, The Future, by reading the PennySaver classifieds booklet. Chock full of

Come to Franklin Park this Monday at 8pm for High Voltage, a FREE reading put on by Electric Literature.  If this is the first you’re hearing of Electric Literature, here’s their beautifully simple mission statement: Electric Literature’s mission is to use new media and innovative distribution to return the short story to

“My Adidas walk through concert doors and roam all over coliseum floors I stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave an applause that paid – My Adidas by Run-DMC” Remember back when Rev. Run wasn’t on Twitter giving out advice about life? You know, back when he was

Cats vs. Dogs. For countless years, couples, roommates, and school children have butted heads on this highly important and controversial issue.  And on Monday, November 14th brave combatants Michael Showalter (The State and Stella), Leo Allen (Jon Benjamin Has a Van) and Andrea Rosen (Michael & Michael Have Issues) will face

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After