When the weather gets nasty, which let’s face it, will continue for the next three months, I like to take refuge in museums, where there’s rarely any windows and plenty to see inside, so I forget all about the Armageddon that is taking place outside. I’ve walked past the City

Living in a city can sometimes get a little claustrophobic, and when that happens the best thing to do is go to the country and get your hands dirty (and I mean in some real soil, not Muni bus stop grime).  Since “going to the country” is easier said than

It’s been a few years since Hollywood decided to make babies the accessory du jour.  Model maternal figures Nicole Richie, Britney Spears and Kendra Wilkinson have all regrettably spawned, anyone who lives in Brooklyn is familiar with the phenomenon of the $700 double-wide stroller and I think it’s safe to

Not talking about the cult TV show here, but at this event, there are sure to be some nerdy hotties walking around. You might not have known this, but once a month, the American Museum of Natural History’s SciCafe holds FREE after-hours parties with drinks, music, and ‘œthought provoking conversation.’ 

One of the only things I enjoy about winter, is the excuse it gives me not to leave my house. Plans will be broken, food delivered to my door, and wearing sweatpants is considered the norm. During summer, I eschew my Netflix account for frolicking outside, but come January I

Hey, you know what sucks about being in New York right now? Having to walk outside. As much as I love hissing every time a gust of wind hits me, I’m more excited for indoor activities right now. And what’s a better winter time than booze-fueled arts and crafts? If

Full Nerd disclosure here, I’ve seen Labyrinth more times then I care to admit. Is it the appeal of David Bowie’s unabashed bulge on display or Jim Henson’s puppet mastery, maybe a little of both. Either way, this movie is ripe for comedy, so if you enjoy mocking your old

Ah Point Bonita.  Mystical.  Magical.  No one knows the true translation, but some have said it is ancient Mayan for “Clive Owen’s Happy Place.”  Not really, but I’m sure if Mr. Owen were to venture on the half-mile hike to the beautiful and historical Point Bonita Lighthouse in the Marin