Gung Hei Fat Choi everyone. We hope you all had a wonderful Lunar New Year; and congratulations to all those guitarists that won a Grammy last night.
Speaking of lunar grammys let’s watch five-time Grammy winner Céline Dion wish you a happy new year.
Chilean authorities are exhuming the body of Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda on suspicion he did not in fact die of a heart attack but that then newly instated Pinochet’s secret agents actually poisoned him.
Speaking of radical verse, ponder the fairer sex with Lisa L. Moore’s tribute to and examination of movement poetry and franchising the feminist divide with poetry.
First feminist theory, then lesbian sex, then poetry. As my friend put it, “That was it.”
Or are you not a fan of womynz? Neither are these guys.
And let’s never forget Valentine’s Day. Ever. (NSFPussies)













“81 Bowery is their home and their only choice for a place to live.”
Maroosha Muzaffar talks to a taxi-dancer, who works at one of the many taxi-bars in Jackson Heights, Queens, where lonely immigrant men pay for a dance and a shot at love.
There are 42,000 cab drivers in New York City--and 82% of them are immigrants. Many from them from white collars jobs back in their home country.
Writer Katie Salisbury goes on a quest to Mission Chinese to check out the monster success of Asian hipster cuisine.
Kyla Cheung talks to Ashok Rajamani about his uniquely humor-filled memoir recovering from an aneurysm at the age of 25.