After you flip through the Voice (and get that notice of an advanced film screening), you may want to check out the erotic directory in the back. Not sure what you're into but if it's not arousing it's certainly amusing...or gross? Or just whatever.
I barely made it for the Ken Russell marathon because of traffic. My stupid taxi driver continued to throw his hands up in the air, disapprovingly witnessing the traffic before him and hearing my indignant scowls.
I googled my location the other day and started reading some article from the NY Times dating back to 1907...Something about a jewel thief and a shop below me involving a robbery.