Guest post by Frederic Link I had already landed in Amsterdam and I had a few hours to kill until my next flight left, so I searched tips for Amsterdam and headed into the city.  Of course one of the first things I saw was a tourist bus are unloading teenagers hungry for

This is something my friend Keyatta Shade wrote as a Facebook post that we’ve decided to turn into an article. It’s damn good advice. You can stay on top of what Keyatta’s up to by signing up for his awesome email list Key’s List.   My close friends know I chose

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

“J’espere ne plus jamais faire souffrir Quelqu’un comme je t’ai fait souffrir Moi qui aimais tellement ton sourire” -Manu Chao, La Vie a Deux We have all been dumped in some way- romance ends, tragedy strikes, people leave and there we stand at the end of the journey, alone. Broken

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

Seven words and three consecutive exclamation points: Get the fuck out of San Francisco!!! There. I said it. But wait — this has nothing to do with high rents. Nor does it have to do with tech busses, $7 coffee or anything else akin to getting ear-fucked by a sharp pencil soaked in

What if you had no home?  This is a question that everyone should ask themselves. You must do this even if you have all your shit together and you have everything under control, all the time.  In that case you are probably also the mythical unicorn, honest-politician, big foot hybrid I

As a kid, growing up in Italy, I used to often read the Babysitter’s Club series, along with similar kids’ books about everything American, such as tree houses and baseball and shopping malls. I remember being particularly stuck on the concept of garage sales. My mind was boggled by the