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Javelin and Warpaint Hit the Whitney
Besides its oft-maligned grey facade, one of the Whitney Museum of American Art’s more notable characteristics is its curational tendency towards the work of the living. This tendency, it seems, extends to even music. The Whitney Live series, which has previously hosted acts like Toro y Moi and Bear Hands, returns tonight with

Rooftops: Making Normal Things Awesome
Living in the country is supposed to be nice because it has nature, breathable air, that scene from ‘œDELIVERANCE’…. I don’t know. I’m actually a little confused why people live in the country. They are missing out on so many important things; for instance: hanging out on rooftops. Living in

On Pulling Yourself out of that Puddle of Tequila
We’ve all been there. I was there this morning. That special, upsetting place that exists in the early morning — probably on your floor — where you wake up disoriented, groggy and with six missed calls indicating the necessity of your presence at a place where you obviously are not.

Pie in the Park this Sunday
What’s better than hanging out in Prospect Park on a beautiful summer day, playing some croquet and literally shoving pie in your pie hole? Unless you’re going to say to me “the construction people outside of your apartment starting at 9AM instead of 7AM,” then not much. And you can

Off the Grid: Street Food Extravaganza at Fort Mason Friday Night
It’s no secret that Broke-Ass staff enjoy eating while standing, and if recent food trends are to be believed everything just tastes better when you order it from a Roach Coach Gourmet Food Truck. Which probably explains why these Street Food/Food Cart/Taco Truck events have been popping up all over

Broke-Ass of the Week – Flight Attendant Heather Poole
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Pete’s Candy Store – Perfect All Year Round
Pete’s Candy Store has been a staple of the Williamsburg bar scene for as far back as I can remember. And that year is specifically, 2003. Any year before that is dead to me. For those who are unfamiliar, in typical Williamsburg fashion, Pete’s Candy Store was presumably, at one