Want to impress those bougie jerks down at the marina? Skip the overhand knots and girth hitches favored by landlubbers. The proper way to moor your skiff is with a clove hitch. It only takes a few minutes to learn, and no amount of wind or waves will shake it
Only once Roxy Music went on hiatus in 1976 did guitar virtuoso Phil Manzanera finally find the time to recruit a cavalcade of musicians and record Listen/Now, his second solo album. Manzanera’s guitar playing here is more eloquent than most vocalists’ lyrics, and on “Island” he turns the
An Alessi teapot designed by Michael Graves sits atop my stove as a grave marker to my past affluence—Graves claims that he began to design for Target because he couldn’t afford his own products. But I doubt $20 can buy you a better package of form and function
Pomodoro in Boston’s North End is unpretentious Italian dining at its best. The restaurant works trattoria style: eight tables huddled in a small room with a hard-working waiter busting his ass around them. The wine list is easy—red or white—and though I can’t say that
Narrated by Bob Costas, Mantle, HBO’s documentary on Yankee great Mickey Mantle, has terrific old footage and interviews everybody—teammates, celebrities, the wife, AND the mistress. It’s appropriately reverent of Mickey’s abilities but doesn’t flinch when discussing his faults. The scene in which Mickey’s son
Long grass, shiny grass, waxen grass, flaxen grass, public grass, private grass, grass that’s fresh on the lawn, grass in a field you’ve just sat on, grass that’s old, grass that’s new, grass that’s borrowed, and grass that’s blue: No matter how hot the
Summer tends to be a time for self-centered pursuits—picnics, suntans, and murder mysteries among them. The perfect way to balance out your me-time? Head to your local Red Cross blood center before you hit the beach. They’re always a little short on donors this time of
The New Yorker‘s caption contest is challenging, but The Perry Bible Fellowship proves that some of the finer cartoons need no captions. Right here is where I’d say something about how “comics, they’re no longer for ingrown man-children!” And I’d be right. These are more
I’ve never been much of an Annie Lennox fan. I just wasn’t old enough, or gay enough, to really dig the whole diva thing. Which is why her performance at Live 8 was so startling to me. Just listen to that voice—deep, bruised, ravishing. Her naked, stripped-
Looking to add a little adult action to your drab kitchen rut? Short of becoming a real naked chef—something I don’t advise; you can suffer some nasty ass burns—pick up a box of Scharffen Berger cacao nibs. Roasted, shelled, and chopped, these crunchy beans can be added
