My natural instinct is to haul ass on the highway, but lately I've been hyper-miling in my econo-car. Around my neighborhood, I've been riding my beach cruiser. Several of my...
Behold Adam Sandler, in a passable Israeli accent and outsize codpiece, as Zohan the Mossad super-heavy: catching barbecued fish in his butt crack on a Tel Aviv beach,...
It's been 20 years since Errol Morris made The Thin Blue Line — a found "noir" that served to free an innocent man convicted of murder. Gathering evidence and dramatizing...
In "Fatso," a short story by Israeli writer Etgar Keret, monogamy takes a bizarre vacation when the narrator's pretty girlfriend morphs, every night, into a hairy,...
Piggy bank empty? Yeah, ours, too. Gas is so expensive that it costs too much to cross this town, let alone leave it. There's even a term for this summer's phenomenon:...
I've seen Smokey Joe's Café too many times over the past decade to have been very excited about attending Black Theatre Troupe's current production last weekend. And as...
There's a good chance that if you shop in Tempe, you hate me. And it has nothing to do with the stories I've written for this newspaper. From August 2002 until the middle of...
Hipster fashion isn't the only thing you can hawk in exchange for some serious scrilla in these cash-strapped times. Everything from the books and CDs on your shelves to the...
Getting through the summer is no mean feat, and I find myself buying a lot more crap in July and August than I do any other time of the year, if only for the distraction....
As unconscionably evil as the summertime sun gets in our desert domain — reigning over our asses from May to September like a Third World despot — there are plenty...
It's said that vice is virtually recession-proof. Meaning no matter how poor one gets (believe us, we're getting there), there's always enough scratch for a smoke or a drink....
Explosions, pratfalls, and robots; heroes, aliens, and blondes — it must be summertime at the movies. Beyond the flash, though, it's striking to note just how many...
Once upon a time, people were allowed to be unhappy. Today, we have Deepak Chopra and Prozac and seminars that turn ordinary people into psychobabble-spouting Dr. Phil clones...
She was everything I wanted, from the cool bohemian attitude with a sprinkling of urban hipster to the sparkling green that sheathed her ample curves. We seemed the perfect...
John Edwards might see two Americas, but this simpleminded little game enthusiast is more preoccupied with America's two Wii owners. One is the Nintendo fan: the cat who bought...