So close, yet so far. I’ve been in Brooklyn for 5 days now, and I have yet to eat a normal meal. Unless you count pizza, and my very English mother would disown me if I did. It’s not just that I’m broke, or culinarily challenged. There’s also a rabbit

I was walking down the street the other night pondering the relationship between creativity and money.  I was walking past an art gallery and looking at the art displayed in the windows, and “poof!” there it was, a large green painting with big white dollar sign in the middle.  Huh,

  My babysitting days were the richest days of my life.  Okay, so maybe I only babysat the 4-year-old down the street every once in awhile– whenever his mother decided that she wanted to change out of her San Diego Chargers Ryan Leaf jersey into her San Francisco 49ers Jerry

One thing that really sucks about a lot of art exhibitions are that there are submission fees to enter your work for consideration — and obviously, there’s no guarantee it will be picked to show.  Artists are typically closer to broke-ass than gazillionaire on the income spectrum, so that really

Some art exhibits I’ll go to simply for the FREE munchies, bubbly and hit-or-miss eye candy, but The Dresses/Object Project Installation at Z Space at Theatre Artaud actually sounds like something I’d go to sober and without the promise of deviled eggs (though, excitingly, I hear there will be FREE wine

I love robots.  As an avid lover of anything SciFi, I’ve encountered many different types of robots amidst the pages of Asimov, old Jetsons reruns, and weird B-quality movies.  Take a look at some videos of robots here – dancing and falling and even playing the violin! Oh. You asked