Most of the year, I despise the MTA with an enthusiasm that I reserve for only the most putrid members of our society, like skeazy guys who catcall and expect you to be appreciative, and Rupert Murdoch. This hatred is for the usual, obvious reasons of fare hikes and the

For some reason, being smart and cultured is considered sexy. Whether you actually are these things doesn’t really matter as long as you pretend to be, or at least pretend to want to be. And that’s where museum free days come in. Pretty much all of the best museums in

Hard-core collectors and curious amateurs like myself are flocking this weekend to the second installment of the Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Festival. Curation is key at this compact show, with organizers Gabriel Fowler (Desert Island), publisher (PictureBox), and scholar (Bill Kartalopoulos) handpicking every exhibitor. As someone who’s personally been to

While it’s been pretty much confirmed that San Francisco’s Indian summer is over (which makes total sense because apparently now it’s December — where did 2010 go??), on the bright side, we’re SO CLOSE to Christmas!  This also means SantaCon 2010 is almost here, that joyous day on which legions

Oftentimes, the best ideas are born out of a simple question of “What if…?” In the case with Storybook Burlesque, the answer to that question tends to lead to a curious marriage of literature and, well, boobies. Storybook Burlesque this year brings back their successful 2009 production Bible Show, which answered the question of what happens

It’s hard for most people to travel though life without knocking shoulders at least once with Henry David Thoreau. Somehow, and mostly via his oft-celebrated Walden, Thoreau has managed to dip his finger in every topic remotely related to A Well Lived Life. His advice on simplicity (“Simplify, simplify”), his

Click here if you wanna skip the jive and get straight to the deal Ever since I started dressing myself, I’ve been wearing second hand clothes. Something about buying mass produced clothes that are supposed to be ‘œso fucking in right now’ never seemed appealing to me. But the problem

At this time last year, i.e. Hanukkah time, I was living in a house with Jewish roommates and freaking the freak out for eight days straight.  This year, I’m in a teeny studio that barely fits my full-sized bed, let alone holiday decorations, namely a Christmas tree. The folks over