Between rush hour, service delays, and inexplicable line changes, riding the subway can be quite the calamitous adventure all on its own without the krazy kast of kharacters that you may be lucky enough to have ride in your subway car.  Dante’s Inferno-style, I’ve divided the circles of horror into

Don’t even shake your head at the title of this article, because you know you’ve totally had to fart in front of a date or significant other before.  I’m not the gross one, people, LIFE is, ok?  Sure, there are situations in which going to the bathroom to alleviate yourself

I guess this post might be a bit too late for Valentine’s Day, but, well, I trust that most of you have all survived in one piece.  But for those of you who have horribly fucked up, well, I guess you still have today to make up for it.  And

If the amount of ex-boyfriends/ex-people I used to bone trying to get back in touch with me out of nowhere all of a sudden is any indication, it seems this new year has especially been about taking inventory of one’s life.  It’s a time of self-reflection, a High Fidelity-style “what

Yeah, I know I talk a lot about Madrone, but that’s because it’s my go-to neighborhood bar and they always keep it fresh with the DJs and events. That said, it’s the first Wednesday of the month which for many people means free museum admission, but for those of us

This post is somewhat  imitative of Anna’s “Guys Not to Date” post, and partially inspired by this oh-so-true GQ article about Facebook friends you hate–especially Pedestrian Details Lady, am I right?!??! We’re all old enough now that it’s not unusual to find yourself socializing with a bunch of couples.  Sometimes,

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

Free Energy is one of those bands that makes even the most jaded New Yorker get up and shake something. Their fresh take on 70’s rock is bringing dude-rock to the dance floor. After their former Minneapolis band , Hockey Night, broke up; singer Paul Sprangers and guitarist Scott Wells