I like free stuff just as much as the next lady, but I’m also realistic about what I can get without opening up my wallet. To illustrate my point, I have created a list of Important Things I Have Gotten For Free…
1. One From the Vault (Grateful Dead). In 1992 I stole this from Tower Records...
One of the more frustrating things about living in New York (besides the pervasive pee-stink, las cucarachas, and those pesky terrorists!) is the fact that the average person doesn’t own a car. For example, instead of being able to simply drive yourself to Ikea...
by Amy Blair
If you’re anything like me, before this night is through you’ll probably find yourself wearing a pathetic skin-tight green tank top, walking around Midtown or some other such awful locale, eating corned beef, screaming the lyrics to a Pogues song while drinking no less than eighteen pints of Guinness...
Monster Track VI hit the streets of NYC on Saturday March 4th. This death defying all fixed-gear bike race through traffic is about as ill as they get. Over a 140 riders scrambled through 6 checkpoints through Manhattan with a final stop on Brooklyn. For a little over an hour, the already dangerous streets of NYC, got a hell of a lot deadlier.
This clip shows Felipe check in to the first checkpoint at 23rd and 5th avenue. The race started at 120th and 5th avenue so it was basically a 5 mile dive bomb downtown. He was in 4th place at the time and as soon as he was stamped, he darted in front of a truck and then sliced right through two cars. He ended up finishing 3rd overall.
After seeing Air Kiss On Mars.com scrawled over and over in the East Village the initiative was finally taken to discover its meaning. Unfortunately, it was unearthed. Listen for yourself.
If you're hesitant to hit the link here is a quick excerpt:
(Chorus)
Sleep with me, No you're a faggot
But sleep with me, No you're a faggot!
But sleep with me, No youre a faggot!
But why won't you sleep with me? Cause clearly you're a faggot!
It’s been six, long, lonely, agonizing, excruciating, unbearable weeks since I wrote my last Week In Craig for the Black Table. However, in anticipation of my extended “vacation,” I did the only sensible thing and ran straight downstairs and purchased $50 worth of weed and a grilled cheese sandwich from the Yemeni guy...