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If you want a hint as to why I am so in love with this woman, and so grateful that she entered my life, you can ask me.
Devendra BanhartSome people try and treat me like a manI guess they just don't understandSome people try and treat me like a manThey think I know shitBut that's just itI'm a childThinking of you, Mickey Finn.
The cover story of the November issue of Time Out New York Kids deals with the “big talk”—teaching your children about sex.
GirlsHere's an uncensored look at the video for "Lust for Life" by the Girls. Love to the love of Focus Creeps.
We egotists are often accused of thinking that everything is about us. And yet it’s hard to beat that mindset when every now and then, we are proven to be right.
On a warm summer evening, Tess joined friends at Bryant Park to watch a free movie. Onscreen was Harold and Maude, a film about a poor little rich boy who falls in love with an eccentric seventy-nine-year-old anarchist.
Free EnergyDo I love this Philly band despite the fact that they look like the kids from my junior high school days, or do I love them more because they do?
Christopher Owens is the songwriter for the band Girls from San Francisco. Their new album, called Album (are you already loving the simple names?) features this song, “Lust for Life” with no apologies to Iggy Pop or Princess Cruise Lines.
Given my ex-wife’s steadfast refusal to deal with me directly, extended phone conversations are rare.
Nouvelle VaueNouvelle Vague know how to appropriate the good stuff. The dance sequence is from Godard's Bande à Part.
DatarockI ran into her on computer camp.Was Nineteen eighty-four, not sure.I had my Commodore Sixty-four.
On a cool Tuesday evening last April, I went with a friend to see John Waters in conversation with curator Robert Storr at the Ninety-second Street Y.
Jens LekmanWould you stand up for this kind of beauty?'cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.
When I first began this blog nearly five years ago, I had no conception of how anyone would find it, much less read it.
Hot Dads: The DILF AnthologyApparently, I was one before I knew what they were.I was once having a snack with my daughter, listening as she gabbed away about her best friends in school, when I became aware of the woman at the next table listening in.