Life Lessons from New Times

Some people find Mitch Albom’s heartwarming-as-apple-pie novel Tuesdays with Morrie a tad trite. Haters. They’re either jealous writers who think that Albom’s life-affirming messages are facile or they’re drunks who think all that happy-crappy stuff is pure bullshit but still clutch their pillow at night wondering why life isn’t working…

Cairo Rose

In November of 2006, Egyptian Minister of Culture Farouk Hosny sparked a heap of controversy when he publicly commented about the resurgence of the Islamic veil among Egyptian women. Speaking in an interview with an Egyptian newspaper, Hosny said that woman are “roses not to be covered or veiled,” their…

If a DJ Trainwrecks in Wynwood, Does He Make A Sound?

Right about – wait for it, wait for it – now, there are 6,145 DJs spinning wax at WMC parties across Miami (not an official statistic). Stacked end-to-end, that’s enough skull-capped hipsters to circle the island of Miami Beach from the southernmost tip to the Convention Center and back. Scary…

Where’s Dean Stockwell When You Need Him

There’s an episode of Quantum Leap where Sam is transported back to 1955, into the body of a black chauffer tasked with protecting the elderly, white widow of the former Governor of Alabama. Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, Sam awkwardly commits all sorts of indiscretions: Drinking from a…

Where the Wild Things Are

You’ve sat around watching late night cable enough times to learn this all-important truth about the world: College kids + booze + cameras = disappearing clothing. It’s infallible logic; you know this because even though Girls Gone Wild creator Joe Francis is a despicable douche bag, perky coeds still trip…

Mmm, the McEel!

There was a time when Sushi was a foreign word – whenever it was spoken you would almost immediately hear someone reel back and yelp, “Ew, raw fish?!?” But now Sushi has become so popular it’s arguably more of an American cuisine than Japanese. Even our supermarkets employ Sushi chefs,…

The Foxtrot That Sank Next Season

Did you happen to catch Dolphin’s key defensive end Jason Taylor on his first night of Dancing with the Stars? JT was off the hook, kid. He was gliding around the floor like a man possessed, gracefully dipping and twirling partner Edytas Liwinska (soooo hot!) with style and poise. And…

Rock is From Mars, Prog is From Your Anus

It takes a special appreciation for 10-minute-long, prog-infused orgies of guitar, keyboard, percussion, and brass to dig The Mars Volta. That shit ain’t for everyone. Apparently, it is not for critics, who, after praising the hell out of Volta’s first record, De-Loused in the Comatorium, proceeded to almost unilaterally ravage…

“I’m Sorry, It’s a Cute Myocardial Infarction”

What if excess levels of cuteness were actually harmful to your health? Puppies would have to be banned from public places in fear that two or more might congregate. Babies would require warning tags, and painted William Shatner masks like the one Michael Myers wears in Halloween. Icanhascheezburger.com would quite…

The Cadbury Bunny Ain’t Got Shit on Me

In the grand scheme of things, Easter is quite a bummer of a holiday. Even if you’re a really bad Christian, chances are your parents, girlfriend, or grandmother will guilt you into going to church today — “at least once in your heathen life.” The promise of candy will probably…

What is it Good For?

Critics of the current presidential administration often concede that while Bush and his crew are bumbling, ineffectual leaders, they are masterful media manipulators. You’d have to be, to survive the constant media barrage and investigation that’s plagued Bush’s presidency, right? Well, not so much. We think of journalists as people…

Nights in White Polyester

About this time last year I took my parents and girlfriend to see The Moody Blues in concert at Hard Rock Live (5747 Seminole Way, Hollywood). My girlfriend and I were the youngest people in our section by at least 100. (Months? Years? Eons? You choose.) The show was a…

WMC4UNME

Bust out the glow sticks and the rave wear, because the Winter Music Conference, Florida’s annual electronic answer to SXSW is kicking off this week all throughout Miami. While the crux of WMC is the industry-only conference where electro bigwigs gather to do biz, the real fun comes from the…

Live From West Palm Beach…

Shoot, we know as well as anyone that going out early on a Friday is so passé, and that fashionably late is the coolest kind of arrival. But let’s face it: Being cool is boring. There’s lots to do early on Friday nights, and that list just got even longer,…

King Fisher

These days, it’s not just a question of where to find fresh produce, meat, and fish. It has to be organic. Local. Ethical. One market might have juicy, just-harvested sugar cane or a stock of lemons as large and supple as a woman’s fist, but were the laborers paid a…

Yes, I Dream About Playstation. So What?!

Ever since you were a little teeny-bopper, you’ve always dreamt about getting on stage at Respectables (518 Clematis St., West Palm Beach). You’ve planned the whole scenario out in your head: There you’ll be, perched above the anxious crowd of mop-haired hipsters who swoon at your every move. With a…

You Give Love a Bad Name

There’s not much that’ll leave you as woefully inspired as a broken heart. Maybe your girl dumped you because you never washed the dishes or your boy-toy cheated on you with a college-aged tart. Maybe — just maybe — both your girl and your guy left you because you couldn’t…

Patty Melt

Everyone’s got a little green man inside him, just waiting to guzzle beer, flip bar stools, and generally cause a ruckus on Saint Patrick’s Day. And that’s cool! This is the one holiday where a bit o’ ruckus is not only allowed; it’s damn near expected. There’s a ton to…

The Cure For What Ails Ya

What’s the struggling artist to do? You’re full of passion for their work but you can’t seem to get anyone in the art world to take notice. Street-corner caricatures? Magazine contests? Going back to stripping, even though you promised yourself you never would again? No, no, and double no. The…

Short Doses

The thing about Martin Short is that he’s at his best when he’s teetered on the edge of uncomfortably annoying. Take his role in Clifford: Short did his absolute damndest to make not only Charles Grodin, but you as well, want to smack the living shit out of a 10-year-old…

She’s Got a Mouf On Her

There’s a list of comedians who fit in the differences-between-men-and-women mold, and, largely, it’s all very obvious, PG-type stuff that’s akin to watching grass grow. (Yes, yes…guys feel very differently about shopping than women do, we know.) But funny girl Diane Ford is a tad different. For starters, Ford isn’t…

It’s Getting Hot in Here

The ambient music scene in South Florida is a little like George W. Bush’s opinions on global warming – some peeps think it doesn’t exist, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Now, DJs Jeff Wrye and Floyd Kelley – the dudes behind the Foundation nightclub reunion parties – are…