When I was fourteen-years-old I left boarding school before the end of the year. I moved to East Hampton to finish my studies on my own and learn the centuries-old trade of haul seining with the Real Men who’d fished for generations.
I generally avoid reviewing an album’s content, but the quality of vinyl and packaging is another story. Find out it Wilco’s latest measures up.
I get dumped, I move back to New York, I become a bit of a curmudgeon. Read about my journey and get some recommendations on music and reading to boot.
A recent 30-second stint next to a lowered Honda at a stoplight prompted this piece on why my generation is the coolest generation.
With all the crappy/sappy Bond films made in the last 50 years, some people forget what a badass Bond once was, particularly when Sean Connery was in the lead. Watch Dr. No and get schooled.
An all-boys prep school, a hot blonde teacher, a 6-year-old me, and a platter of beets. A recipe for disaster.
$25,000 in prize money was up for grabs in the World Class Corned Beef Eating Championship in Palm Beach Gardens. I went, I saw, I almost reversed. Check out all the gnarly details (and world champ Joey Chestnut).
Actually torturing consumers into changing brands hasn’t been socially acceptable since the Yugo’s demise, but that doesn’t mean that brands or their loyalists have become any less driven to prove that they’re the best on the block. The battles haven’t always been fought fairly and have, of course, led to some major missteps.
Growing up in New York City started my love of street food, running a food cart strengthened it, and the many wonderful meals eaten out of context cemented it. 2 AM Chicken and waffles in an abandoned lot in Austin!
Ah, memories. With 2011 SXSW just around the corner, I’ve gotten all misty eyed over my time there last year (highly doubtful I’ll be returning this year, much as I want to). Here are a few of the many Tweets from my SXSW 2010 coverage, many of which were picked up by New Times and other assorted Tweet-picker-uppers.