Ladies, let’s chat about a scenario that’s happened to all of us. It starts like this: You and your boyfriend break up because he lives on some dude’s couch and can’t hold a job — you grew weary of picking up both the check and his dirty laundry. A week…
Have you ever rolled up beside a Corvette at a stop light and been mesmerized by the pure sex appeal oozing from it? You’re not alone. Why else do middle-age men go for the candy-apple red Vette when they begin to notice their thinning hair and sudden need for Viagra?…
On the surface, it seems like Caribbean music’s answer to the Bible’s Isaac and Ishmael: konpa versus rara. The rhythmic battle continues between the horny, dancey frolic of the former versus frenetic beats of the latter. Those who partake of both at the annual Rasin Festival (rasin and racine being…
When the sun is shining and the weather is sweet, you’re all, “I love Miami! This is the coolest city ever!” When skies are gray and highway traffic stresses you out, you’re quick to curse the 305. Which is it, fair-weather local? If you’re serious about your dedication to the…
In a city where the clubs close in the wee hours and then the party moves to the hot new after-hours spot, it’s no wonder the revelers in South Beach are so familiar with the kind of stimulants they need to stay up all night. Energy drinks, people — we’re…
After Jerry Garcia shuffled off this mortal coil, Deadheads were lost. Without their affable, portly leader, who would the great unwashed masses follow? There have been several successors to the jam band throne: Phish, Dave Matthews Band, Galactic, and Rusted Root all garnered dedicated audiences of tie-dye-loving, sandal-wearing neo-hippies. But…
The Florida Panthers want to make sure lightning doesn’t strike twice. When the puck drops tonight, the Panthers will be facing Southeast division rival Tampa Bay Lightning for a third time this NHL season. In the first meeting in Tampa Bay, former Panther Chris Gratton propelled the Lightning to victory…
BBQ’s fridge is empty. He’s at home in Montreal, hacking up smoke from a night of partying while mixing a batch of Kraft macaroni and cheese with all butter — he’s outta milk. He’s also trying to prioritize an alarmingly lengthy to-do list before leaving tomorrow on a 39-gig tour…
If you’re dreaming of building an impressive art collection but you’re living the same paycheck-to-paycheck life the rest of us are, listen up. Tonight at Locust Projects, starting an art collection on a Green Stamp budget is a guaranteed deal – so say organizers of the gallery’s annual fundraiser. At…
“In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes — how do you measure a year in the life?” So go the lyrics to “Seasons of Love,” one of the most famous songs from one of Broadway’s most famous rock musicals, Rent — and if you don’t know…
Former boy-bander Lance Bass was signed copies of his book Out of Sync at the Coral Gables Books & Books last Friday, and we urged you to go, told you how cool it would be. We even promised that you’d be able to grill Lance on his failed attempt at…
Mmm, tasty Pimped-out tongue statutes with artistic touches (one tipped with a gargoyle, another doused in exterritorial green, another bedazzled and named “Say hello to my little friend”) were red-carpet fixtures when superstars mingled at the recent MTV Latin America awards. Paulina Rubio, the Mexican bombshell singer with flaxen curls,…
Sarah Silverman is magic Sarah Silverman has some big matzo balls (or as we say in Miami, cajones). She is Jewish (and runs the media). Therefore, people laugh when she makes fun of the Holocaust or says things like, “When God gives you AIDS, make lemon AIDS.” Yeah, real funny…
It’s absolutely lame when life imitates fashion and someone goes all overkill on the “you are what you wear” theory. Who are you really if you act like a geek when you wear eyeglasses, a b-girl when your jeans are baggy, and Amy Winehouse when you rock a beehive? Your…
At the Lowe Art Museum, a coffin-shape stainless-steel box topped with a dainty pillow fumigates the space with the cloying scent of dying flowers. Valeska Soares’s sculpture, Fainting Couch, is pregnant with stargazer lilies, which remain unseen yet powerfully perfume the air from within the perforated sterile structure, suggestive of…
Wake Me Up When the Present Arrives: Over a 10-day period, Argentine artist Diego Bianchi trashed Locust Projects, filling the space with a battered boat hull, heaps of garbage, and a slick sheen of mud. Bianchi puts rock stars — and their lifetime hotel bans for taking wrecking balls to…
Directors Series: Stanley Kubrick (Warner Bros.) Most of the old Kubrick DVDs were crap: full-screen editions with poor pictures and virtually no special features. This set makes up for them with 2001: A Space Odyssey, A Clockwork Orange, The Shining, Full Metal Jacket, and Eyes Wide Shut (hey, who farted?),…
Dan in Real Life has this much going for it: It is not the worst Steve Carell film of 2007. That honor, of course, goes to Evan Almighty, which even the Lord walked out of during the second reel. Fact is, Dan in Real Life isn’t really much of a…
I gave up after about 100 pages of John Burnham Schwartz’s 1998 novel Reservation Road, a typically overwritten and contrived slice of mass-market literary pablum that hopscotches among the points of view of three people — the grieving mom, the grieving dad, and the perpetrator — involved in the hit-and-run…
Kenneth Branagh’s ferociously arty, vacuous remake of Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s 1972 screen version of Anthony Shaffer’s 1970 stage play pares the action down to a slim two-hander in which a famous English writer (Michael Caine) plays cat’s paw with his wife’s lover, a cocky arriviste played by that other Alfie,…
Whether it’s $600 PlayStation 3s, $50 a year for the option to play your Xbox 360 online, or the five bucks Nintendo shamelessly charges for 20-year-old NES games on the Wii’s Virtual Console, devoted gamers have gotten used to assuming the position when it comes to the costs attached to…
Let’s talk about race. There is a tendency among white folks (and I am a very white folk) to lavish uncritical praise upon any piece of sensitive-looking art that comes from the black community, so long as the art in question somehow affirms the nobility of any white people who…
