Recently I've been spending an inordinate amount of time with this off-colored culinary savant. Yesterday, after whipping up a fresh pitcher of iced Green Tea, he said something that was very interesting

Whether or not you have kept your beer pong skills up to standard after graduating (to each his own), it’s impossible not to be impressed with this clip. Reminds me of the old Jordan-Bird McDonald’s commercial, except Legend can probably drink way more than this dude

Over time, we've begun to establish that turning one dish into the basis for many is a useful way of expanding one's culinary horizons. Remember that cheese sauce we made last week? Of course you do, it fueled a weekend of college hoops and living the high life. Well, imagine turning that ode to the stadium snack

You've already got Hulu for your Fox and NBC fix, but what if you prefer flagrant profanity and animated testicles on people's faces? For you, South park creators Matt and Trey Parker have launched South Park Studios, where you can stream every episode

Holler! I’m a graduate student at the University of Chicago, studying philosophy.

I take mad walks.

Especially now that the weather

Every day I resist the urge to stay “on topic” and not turn this blog into a random collection of rap videos and inane clips that I enjoy on a daily basis. But now that Lent is over, I am throwing caution

Nothing beats a blog for sharing your travel experience in real time with the folks back home. And who knows: if you hit your stride you may even find yourself evolving into a minor Internet celebrity. It's easier (and more fun) than you might think. Here are seven tips to get you up and blogging on the road.

For many, the introduction to the world of nachos comes in the stands. Stadium nachos may not be the best, but cheering on a favorite team while clutching a plastic tray of chips covered in bright orange cheese sauce is a rare treat

It continues to bother me that almost every single sleeper worth throwing your lot behind is in the South region, but I guess life is all about playing the hand you're dealt and it's pretty obvious that the Tournament is a metaphor for life. So within this somewhat perverse context

I want to escape. (Bathroom? Friend in need? New drink? Think, damnit, think!) Too late: “So… Can I get your number?”

“Sure!” I chirp, the frequency of my voice damaging to dogs’ ears