Some cars have very distinct personalities. For instance, if a Porche were to transform, Transformer-like, into a person, I imagine it would turn out to be an obnoxious Architecture major at Yale. Volkswagens, on the other hand, I picture as being like Diane Keaton in ‘œAnnie Hall’: bizarre and lovable,

Mimes are creepy, aint no denyin’. Good thing for all of you Metamfiezomaiophobics, the San Francisco Mime Troupe is not actually a group of mimes trying to steal your soul and haunt your dreams. As far as I can tell/have been told (from their website), the SF Mime Troupe ‘œcreates

The lines at Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory in Dumbo are almost as famous as the ice cream itself… but it’s totally worth it, right? Like, it’s gotta be… why else would people decide that standing outside for over an hour for something that’s available on almost every other street corner

I remember seeing Rogue Wave as a college freshman in my school’s tiny multipurpose room, the then four members barely fitting on the makeshift “stage” and me wondering the whole time if any of them would consider banging a just-turned-legal fan.  Back then, Out of the Shadow was the album

One of the best summer event series is coming to a close. Join Finger on the Pulse as they wrap up the summer with one of their last BBQ  blowouts.  Pit master this evening will be Fatty Cue, a delicious newcomer to the neighborhood that I have personally ate at

The longer title: How to Entertain Yourself on Public Transportation Without “Entertaining” Yourself I was digging through the dregs of the Goodwills today, looking for some type of outfit that screamed Roller Skating Space Party (I was unsuccessful)  for the Creature Space Party tonight. (If you go, come say hi.

You know how on most Sundays you sit at home getting day drunk on a mega bottle of wine and watch reruns of Tosh.0 until it gets dark out because there isn’t nearly enough sun to coax you off the couch, and then there’s those Sundays where there’s a million

I took a belly dance class in college, mainly because of my professor’s insistence and partially because of my love of shiny fabric. I was terrified at first, the only dance I’d taken was jazz in the seventh grade. My fears were assuaged after the first class. Contrary to the