This post may or may not have been inspired by my Halloween costume idea of being Kate Bush. Don’t steal it. Anywhozle, I was just wondering, guys, you know how you do sometimes- if you put characters from Victorian novels head-to-head, evaluating their date-worthiness, who would win? Well, your lifetime

i. Wine at FourBarrel for Brett Walker‘s art opening. “Self-Titled,” a collection of his photos, will be up on the walls to look at for FREE until November 29th. ii. This song. It haunts me. [youtube N_atFMCUJ1o] iii. Reading these fascinating posts by a man who spent two years in

After spending multiple hours at the previously-reported Meet The Breeds event in New York, it became evident quite quickly just how burgeoning the cat/dog industry is. This includes the obvious and massive food, rubber diversion, cage, and clothing industries  – but it extends further. Because all of the aforementioned products actually

I will never remember how to pronounce the name of this restaurant, apparently it’s something like Lahm-zee-nee-ahnka? I dunno. It’s easier just to refer to it as the Polish place. It is delicious and dirt cheap, the portions are enormous, it’s BYOB, and the decor includes a mounted deer head

Have you ever had those days when you find yourself in the Marina on a weeknight?  Maybe it’s because you live there (which would then make perfect sense); maybe it’s because your softball team plays in the Presidio; maybe it’s because your good friend lives in the neighborhood and refuses

Usually when people say they got lost in Queens, I wish them luck and say nice knowing you, but now there’s a spot I wouldn’t mind getting lost in. Every Saturday and Sunday, put yourself up to the challenge with this 3-acre corn maze at the Queen’s County Farm Museum. 

At the end of a particularly hellish work week I was pleased to receive a sweet-ass event tip from one of my lovely coworkers.  The forwarded email asked ‘œWho doesn’t love a free outdoor street festival with warm sunshine, local fashion, great music, and everybody’s favorite thing: a photo booth.’

Usually, pretending to be a tourist in NYC is only good for a killer Halloween costume or trying to get a pass for something stupid you’ve done like not having enough cab fair. But at Bloomingdale’s and Macy’s, it pays to be a “visitor.” Folks with out of state drivers