Sex and Drugs and Lobster Rolls (OK…maybe just that last one)
…for my friends in Maine, feel free to skip this one So…just in case you hadn’t noticed Lobster (at certain places around the city) costs less than  $9 per pound.  There are a lot of complex reasons for the recent collapse of the Lobster market (which you can read about in a great article in the Atlantic called “The Mystery of Cheap

My Favorite People Vol. 1 – Scout Tufankjian
This is a new (hopefully) weekly feature where I give a shout out to some of the people I know…that I think you should know too.  I first met Scout almost a decade and a half ago at the long-gone, New Haven hang-out spot, The Daily Cafe.  Since then she’s gone on to do some amazing things.  She’s spent years in the middle-east documenting events in Gaza and the West Bank, and then went on to follow Barack Obam

Give Your Girlfriend (or Boyfriend) Gonorrhea…and have them love it!
  ...clap on...clap off... OK…so another little oddity I noticed as I was working my way back through the gift shop of the Indianapolis Children’s Museum was a bin overflowing with germs… …plush germs that is.  The first one I picked up turned out to be a fuzzy pink H1N1 swine flu stuffed “animal” and soon I found myself reading the tags for a snake-like Ebola, an adorable Anthrax (caught in a mosh with Gangrene and T

King Tut’s Toilet Seat
    ...I haven't had a decent bowel movement in literally ages... So…I just got back from Indianapolis.  Which, in all of my travels, might qualify as one of the blandest cities I’ve ever encountered.  Granted, I didn’t make it far from the vicinity of the convention center (and I was a bit disappointed that all streets weren’t littered with race cars…or at least race car

And the Words of the Profit$ are Written on the $ubway Wall$
OK…I wanted to write about an insurance ad that I saw in the subway for renter insurance.  It showed an “flyer” that someone posted about having their fixed-gear bike stolen from off of their porch in Williamsburg. ...dude, where's my fixed gear? The kicker was the last line of the fake flyer, which read “This is how I get to WORK!”  That’s where it becomes clear that this is fake.  Because,