This post was written by Tyler Thompson At some point, every one of us gets sick of the “broke” part of our young, broke, and beautiful status. It’s usually when someone we know manages something that seems really grown up or really awesome, like actually taking a vacation, moving into

This post was written by Tyler Thompson I purchased my first car in 1995. Since then, I’ve put a lot of work into my Saab 9000 CS. You’re probably asking yourself, “since then?” No, that’s not a misprint. I haven’t updated my vehicle since 1995, and I’m okay with that.

Reggae and Dub fans rejoice! The Dub Champions Festival is arriving on the West Coast for the very first time and it’s doing so at The Elbo Room on Sunday June 22nd! And even better news: Dub legend The Scientist will be perfuming too! Here are the deets: The First

Fuck a writer because he can make you hard or wet just by typing. Kiss him because he can turn a one night stand into a life defining poem. A weekend fling into a highly praised novella. A short love affair into a best selling book…

I first got turned on to Kendra Morris by Rdio (goddamn I love Rdio!). I had been listening to some other soul artist’s station and when “Concrete Waves” came on, I stopped my typing and was like “Who the fuck is this?”. I then proceeded to listen to her entire album Banshee.

The first time I saw the movie Shrek was in London during the summer of 2001. Just after leaving the theater my buddy Nick and I were walking back to our hostel in a nearby park and happened upon a seven person, all male, gang bang. Yes, really. I won’t

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about

Exterior of El Salteno  As I said in a previous South American dispatch, things get looser, more flavorsome, and less racially homogenous in Argentina the further you penetrate the Northwestern region of the country.  Also, dustier.  I hopped off the bus in the tiny, quaint town of Tilcara, and had