Maybe your boyfriend thinks he’s a Scrabble bigshot and beats you by two hundred points, every time you play, even though YOU were the English major. To exact your revenge, throw a party, get these Scrabble coasters (“scroasters,”) stay sober while everyone else gets drunk, and play a game. Then we’ll see who’s really the wordsmith. If you can’t at least get one triple word score, then well, maybe there’s no hope for you as a Scrabble champ. Bonus: there’s no board so these things won’t go flying when you pull a Teresa Giudice. $22 for set of 54 at Fred Flare.
What makes a Brooklyn bar? Is it the wood? Is is the draft list that features only craft beer and local breweries? Is it the bartender, whose surly, I’ve-seen-it-all disposition seems out of sync with his youth? And which of these things explains why you find yourself so hopelessly drawn through the door, night after night, […]
Artists aren’t the only ones who deserve a leg up to do what they do. A similarly underrepresented body politic in Brooklyn, at least where funding is concerned, is its nonprofit sector. We’re talking community organizers, advocacy groups and other 501(c)-3 organizations whose purpose precedes their paycheck. Micro-leadership rarely receives macro budgeting, which can make it hard […]
President Obama (god, that feels good) held his last press conference yesterday, and it may be the last of those we have in a while, considering who’s coming in to replace him. Many of us watched glassy-eyed as the POTUS made his final address to the nation last week. Some of us teared up. Some […]