There’s an endless list of things you can do at the High Line: stare at plants, stare off into the skyline, play “count the security guards,” look for naked people in the windows of the Standard Hotel, shove your face with food from Chelsea Market, take a nap on a

**MINOR SPOILER ALERT FROM LAST NIGHT’S MAD MEN** The departure of Don Draper’s secretary, Allison, that we could see coming from a million miles away on the latest episode of Mad Men got me thinking about how horrifying it would be to date or have relations with someone at work.

You’ve probably heard of The Monk’s Kettle, the 16th St. Mission bar/restaurant with arguably the best beer list in San Francisco and the notoriously long wait to get in for dinner, but you may not have stopped in because it’s not exactly broke-ass friendly. Or so I thought.  Though I’ve eaten

I know, Sundays nights are rough, especially for the employed ones; early morning meetings are looming around the corner and every one is wishing why, oh why, can’t it be the weekend still. Think of all the fun we had killing that mime for sport, building nuclear reactors in our

Few occasions rise to that uniquely American commercial significance as the Back-To-School shopping season. Its a time rife with rebirth and renewal – both of which can only be obtained via prodigious use of the parental credit card. It’s about being Prepared and Ready with the academic essentials – the

One of the great things about science fiction is that it doesn’t matter if it is really good or really, really bad, either way it is wonderful. ‘œGoosebumps’ was my first encounter with really bad sci-fi. For anyone unfamiliar (no!), allow me to outline the plot of every Goosebumps: tension

Blackouts can be a scary thing. Hell I nearly had a meltdown after my lights started flickering while I was in the shower and my A/C started to make choking sounds. But they can also be a magical witching hour where humanity decides it will come together instead of flying