Out with the old, in with the new. But it was one more year and none of my friends, quintessential New Yorkers, would commit to plans for the twilight of 2008. No one was throwing house parties, they were too expensive and everyone’s place was too small. So, for the second year in a row, I’d celebrate New Year’s Eve at Brooklyn warehouse parties.

Hipsters exercise? Cognitive dissonance! Observed in their natural habitat, one might conclude the beloved New York hipster maintains his or her waif-like shape through a steady diet of cigarettes and cocaine. But dont be deceived! Like anything else a hipster does, a nose-candy-slim physique is carefully cultivated.

Much like my first clueless dip into the sexual waters, that start-stop fiasco of thrills, spills and errant fingertips, my initial foray into making potato pancakes was shaping up to be sheer disaster. Dont burn yourself, my girlfriend cautioned, eyeballing my cast-iron pans with abject terror, as if the gurgling oil was a hissing serpent.

The stock market is crashing, the sky is falling and the wheel of fortune keeps turning. Was the little morality play I got swept up in a couple months ago a reflection of the heightened economic tension in the city? Or just another iteration of the age-old war between the classes? I myself can relate to both the white collars and the blues.

Zwick relates the true-life story of Tuvia, Zus and Asael, the three Bielski brothers who formed an armed resistance gang when the German Army marched into Belorussia in 1941.The badass title suggests a revenge flick tinged with righteousnessa Holocaust movie where the Jews fight back.

It's no mystery why Glasvegas is so popular in the U.K.The Glasgowbased foursome’s songs have the brooding, catchy sound that has launched a thousand NME covers (in fact, the band was named 2008’s most promising new band by the British music mag), but what remains to be seen is if the band’s punktinged gloom will catch on here. The last time the band swung through town it played the Mercury Lounge, ...

I’m no Goth chick. I’ve never worn lipstick-red Latex and I live on the Upper East Side. But I love black fingernails and Depeche Mode, and I’ve been to Hot Topic at the mall. And I did have a black vinyl vest in my closet I could wear with an angel-sleeved sheer black frock last week when I went to the monthly, Seven-Deadly-Sin-themed Goth party Paradise Lost at East Village hotspot Rehab.