As children in the 90’s, there were a many things we couldn’t fathom: Why can’t we bring back all the meat we shoot while playing Oregon Trail? Why do the makers of Valentine’s cards think that I want to Aladdin to imply that the grossest boy in class wants to

VDAY! I’ve never been scolded for shameless self-promotion on this site so I’m assuming it’s kosher. Thus, I am now going to encourage you to attend my album release show at Café Du Nord on Valentine’s Day (that’s February 14th, for those of you who pretend not to know the

I’m sure you woke up several mornings in college and thought, “Man, I wish I could pay for this in bushels of corn or jars of marbles.” And then when you graduated, you’re probably dissapointed every month when Sallie Mae refuses your offer of a dozen homemade cupcakes instead of

After it was announced recently that Kindle books are outselling hardback books on Amazon, I knew it was only a matter of time before kids would start asking, what are those weird “liebarys” things and when are robots going to start doing my homework? Yes, we live in a digital

Remember how much fun parties were back when you were a kid and didn’t have to pay for them? Ball pits! Ice skating! Scary singing mechanical animals at Chuck E. Cheese’s! Hanging out at game-friendly Ace Bar kind of reminds me of those carefree times, only with alcohol so it

I get the whole hipster embraced sports of the past thing: bowling, kickball, and of course roller-skating. Hell, I’m just waiting for shuffleboard to get its turn as activity of the moment. But for me, the appeal of skating around, knocking into people, and reenacting my “couple-skate” moves, has never

Most stalkworthy. Beard. EVER. Well, my credit card bills from October (read:  playoffs and World Series month) have finally been whittled down to respectable amounts, but what with the holidays and adjusting to 2011, I didn’t realize that baseball season, while obviously not officially beginning until April, is BACK for

My house during Harricane Iniki. No joke. Who doesn’t love farmers? I’d like to be one some day. I grew up on a Macadamia nut farm on Kauai. Or what was supposed to be a Macadamia nut farm. You see, Mac nuts trees take seven years to mature. But on