There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea

Japanese Tea Garden, San Francisco

Next Thursday, February 14th, the INFORUM at the Commonwealth Club will be holding the The Algorithm for Love. OkCupid and Match.com CEO Sam Yagan will be here there, dishing on the math and science behind making the perfect match. After the interview they’re hosting a cocktail-fueled after party where guests will

With SF Beer Week starting up this Friday I figured it was time to ask my buddy Sayre Piotrkowski for a set of recommendations that fit my broke-ass price range. This is of course ironic since Sayre is pretty much the person in the Bay most commonly associated with folks

In the belly of a dark theater in Queens, an audience member shouts, “Fortune!” In response, seven grown men, ranging in age and style of dress, move together in synchronous motions. Gazing into crystal balls fluidly morphs into the movement of surgeons snapping on sterile gloves. Now they’re floating on

Union Square  

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding

There’s something nostalgic about sitting in a basement. It reminds you of home. It’s relaxing. You almost feel as if you’re hiding from the world. Well, if you’re reading this, you’re not a home anymore. You’re living in a brutal city with high prices, five of the weirdest people you