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Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we lead you on a safe shopping excursion through all that discarded furniture on the sidewalks of New York.
Living in three dimensions can be hard enough, but 10? More than 10? Our man in Boston engages physicist and author Brian Greene in a fascinating conversation about string theory, science writing, and the type of nightmares that haunt contemporary physicists.
Every year we watch the nominations unfold, the awards change hands, and the speeches drag on. But we miss all the inappropriate jokes, drunk punches, and other such un-televisables. Here’s the moments Oscar wished he’d never seen.
Action movies may seem old hat these days, but they had to start somewhere. We go back to the pre-Schwarzenegger years, when a movie audience thirsty for speed and thrills could only turn to My Dinner With André.
New York City’s Q Diamond train was retired from service this weekend, and a merry group of mourners held a party for its last ride.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week a reader sends in a cryptic plea for help in the ways of “IT” and we decipher “IT"s true meaning.
Can you help me? I am 62 years old and very aware of my choice for fashion. My business allows me to dress casually daily. I will spend $125 to $185 for slacks...
The U.S. understanding of Cuba often begins with embargoes and ends with Castro trying out for the Yankees. A conversation with Cuban author Ana Menendez on Fidel, Che, and fomenting passionate revolutions.
They’re providing basic sanitation; we’re subscribing to Cooking Light. In the first installment of her series on Virtue, Margaret Berry introduces you to 10 charities that know the value of 10 bucks.
There’s a good chance the New Jersey Nets soon will be playing ball in Brooklyn. There’s also a good chance a lot of local residents will lose their houses to make way for Frank Gehry’s dome.
My apartment could fit in my parents’ driveway, and they’d still be able to park both cars. It could nestle in the front rooms of my grandparents’ apartment in...
Let the strippers go unpaid, let the motel rooms burn—rock’s only as good as its most depraved leaders are terrible.
Not in “number of illegal clubs” or art-supply stores, that’s for sure: So how, really, do you measure “bohemian-ness” in New York City? Dorothy Gambrell developed a method of calculation, and has maps to illustrate her findings.
The Democrats have a tight grip on the nation’s attention, especially when no Republican has a chance of beating George Bush for the party’s nomination. But that doesn’t mean some aren’t trying.
Every four years at the end of February, we’ve got that extra day. Is it special? Well maybe it should be.
Crunching and pulsing with some sort of covert messages from a cold, dead star, The Secret Machines are back. What they wrought forth on their 2000 debut EP, September 000, would give...
The Secret Machines’ full-length debut, Now Here is Nowhere, breaks new boundaries both sonically and legally: it’s being released in digital format today. Our writer chats with guitarist Benjamin Curtis and drummer Josh Garza.
Leading a political campaign can be a thankless job, as ex-Dean-campaign manager Joe Trippi well knows. But what if your candidate isn’t a Democrat from Vermont, but a woodland creature? Our writer recalls his electioneering days.