Conan O’Brien’s recent comedy bits about Finland earned him that country’s adulation; his trip there for a one-hour special—airing tonight—sealed the deal. What the unlikely matchup means for one writer’s family.
At the rager the chicks come and go, talking about art or something. In time for a hundred hip-hop-hoorays, a frat-boy adapation of T.S. Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”
The stuff we’re into right now—including what we’re reading, hearing, watching, finding, eating, using, installing, applying, and, yes, even scratching this season.
Everybody barfs. But it’s an altogether different product depending on if you’re an infant or the last one standing at tequila happy hour.
Books, movies, shows, albums, artists, clothing, writing instruments, online “services,” ways to cook, things to eat, and more things to digest.
Of interest lately are special books, catchy songs, lovely clothes, and a slew of other wonderful items we’ve collectively enjoyed the last few weeks, and now wish to pass along for your very own summer pleasure.
Perhaps the only joy in making new year’s resolutions is the variety of ice cream flavors it takes to break them.
You’ve got less than two days to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. Is the menu set? Do you have a cooking timetable ready? Uh oh. Sage advice for those whose stuffing isn’t quite ready for prime time.
It’s nearly Halloween, time for ghosts, treats, and hours of time invested in what invariably winds up splattered down your block. Yes: the season-o-Jack. Here’s how to cut your gourd.
The Blackout of 2003 will certainly cost the country loads of money, but the condiment industry couldn’t be happier. What to do with all those eggs when the lights go out.
As more people work at home and telecommute, you can bet that the The View is expanding its influence.
After a weekend of heavy research, our summer expert gives us his survey of music for surviving the heat, and your drunk friends.