A cursory scan of Twitter indicates that you don’t have to be huddled by a candle on this hurricane-riven evening, catching up on that Henry James novel you’ve always meant to read–a few city establishments, particularly in Brooklyn, are not merely open but bragging about defying mother nature. Read More
Update: Vice has wrote to us that they aren’t behind the Occupy Williamsburg thing. They just tweeted about it. So it’s still not a joke, except the joke that Vice was making when they tweeted “Not a joke.”
Oh please, Vice magazine. We know you are owned by HBO. We know that your current homepage features men in nice suits with signs saying “Suck 1% of My Dick.“
So what are you trying to prove with tonight’s event? Read More
On a recent Saturday night, I did a little experiment: I broke the rules of youthful social engagement and went to a bar by myself. I sat in the dimly lit courtyard behind Union Pool in Williamsburg. I made myself available, quietly sipping a pint of Blue Moon.
By 11, small groups had perched Read More
