You ever been to a bar where you want to take away everyone else’s jukebox privileges? Or where you contemplate taking control of the DJ’s macbook when they’re not looking? If yes, you need to go to The Foundation tomorrow night. Everyone in the bar can step up and take

I like food. Nay, I love food. I went to a job interview at Café 2 in the Museum of Modern Art once where the interviewer told me that my face “lit up” when I started talking about chorizo. That is not a joke. Unfortunately I’ve also got $40 to

Living in NYC is hard.  Just going out of town shows me that.  It is expensive, crowded and annoying (as well as dynamic, exciting and the center of the universe).  As a way to make ends meet, I have decided to spend a significant amount of time in my future

File this under “defilements of my childhood that I’m perfectly okay with.” Tonight at The Tank Space for Performing and Visual Arts, EPIC WIN Burlesque presents the encore showing of its loving tribute to 1984’s Ghostbusters. No novice to such risqué salutations, the group has taken similar approaches to favorites ranging

Running until June 26th, Dutch Architect Bas Princen’s latest exhibition, “Refuge: Five Cities” takes a photographic look at how the buildings of  five Middle Eastern cities act as refuge for those that inhabit them. The rich flock to sequestered communities, shutting the gates behind them. The others, the migrant and impoverished workers, find their homes in

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

My first record was a 45.  It was a hand me down from my older sister and it played the theme song to ‘œFlash Gordon.’  If you have ever listened to this song, you will remember that there is a break in the music when some of the ‘˜story’ is

“New York was his town and it always would be…”  I’ve always wanted to read that fictional novel by Isac Davis (Manhattan, Woody Allen, 1979), because you know what I can’t get enough of?  Talking and thinking about New York City.  Now’s the season (when it’s not blindingly hot and