The DJs at Legion are a bit unpredictable. One night, you’ll find yourself raging it to top 40 music from the 90s, and singing outloud to Third Eye Blind in public. The next, you’ll contemplate breaking your pint glass after you finish your beer because you can’t think of a

One of the many, many, many things visible when looking at the stage in Goodbye Blue Monday is a large painted sign reading FLOTSAM AND JETSAM. It could easily be a random find in an ocean of random finds. But at this cafe/bar/venue/junkstore in Bushwick it feels more like a

Like everyone else, I pretty much ate my weight in carbs this past holiday weekend, so naturally I’m looking to drop my phantom baby weight in the new year. But you know what, gym membership inflation is right up there with college tuition and I don’t have an extra $60

Aside from the words “FINAL NOTICE”, “EVICTION NOTICE” and “CLOSED BY HEALTH INSPECTOR” there are few messages that strike fear into the heart of a Broke-Ass quite like seeing that sinister-looking exclamation point on your iPod or that wallpaper striped pattern on your iBook that means your logic board is

The gifts are unwrapped, the eggnog upchuck stain cleaned up, and all that snow has turned into sludge, it’s time to face the cold reality that Christmas is over. It was fun while it lasted and now you are the proud owner of 12 new pairs of argyle socks, a

Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate, brokeass readers! I spend every Christmas making one of my semi-annual pilgrimages back to my home country. That being Portland, Oregon. It’s always a bit of a shock coming back west after being in New York for six months. The big differences don’t freak

While Stuart pointed everybody to the alternative-to-Christmas activities going on in San Francisco last night, New Yorkers have their own alternative to Christmas happening today. The long held tradition of non-Christmas celebrators ordering Chinese food and going to the movies is a great one, and the venerable 92nd Street YTribeca

The natural enemy of the broke-ass is the rich person. Not just any millionaire, the super-rich. The kind of rich that automatically turns you into a super villain. And this time of year is a rich person’s favorite. They leave their tropically heated condos, and as their doormen unleash them