Another week has come, and with it a brand-new set of possibilities. I’m not talking about life — I’m talking about tacos.

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2008 was the year I joined Facebook. A way to stay connected with my older cousin in college, I was an early migrator from Myspace, which had just begun to go a more commercialized route.

Over the past 18 months, concerts have been held on a wish and a prayer. The bigger the venue, the greater the hesitancy — and for good reason. But adaptability and the soul’s need for music and community have combined to foster the resurgence of an old faithful: the house show.

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Last week, I came across an article in the New York Daily News entitled “Researchers accidentally release parasitic wasp butterflies in Finland.”

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It seems like every week a new issue creeps up that divides us. And while disagreement is a natural and welcome byproduct of a free society, the cancel culture that has arisen in the past few years is a toxic misstep. Have we lost our ability to find common ground with our counterparts? Are …

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Like lots of arthouse film buffs, I was really excited to see David Lowery’s recent adaptation of the classic chivalric romance “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.” And while my expectations for classic story adaptations aren’t very high at all, I was kind of disappointed. Okay, quite disappointed.

When I was younger, my grandpa would take me fishing at Webster Bay. Too young to really care about bettering my catch, I was there for one reason and one reason only: the post-fishing diner club. Grandpa and I would meet a couple of his friends at the dock and head out to eat with them afte…

Of all the industries that have been hit hard by the pandemic, local music scenes have endured one of the worst years in recent memory. Small bands and solo acts that rely on merch and ticket sales to keep living the dream were thrown in a tailspin, forced to pivot and search for work in a d…

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A couple weeks ago, I visited Dallas, Texas with some friends for a conference. One of the conference leaders, who moonlights as a real estate agent, mentioned that over 1,000 people are moving to Texas every day. The market there is booming. When I asked him what’s motivating these migratio…

Like lots of other kids, lots of other girls, I wanted to be an astronaut. But while the child-rearing conversation of the ’90s and early ’00s was littered with self-aggrandizing language like “Believe in yourself,” “You can do anything,” and the impotent classic “Everyone’s a winner,” my pa…

For as many summers as I can remember, my Dad and I spent most Saturday mornings going to garage sales. Dad would wake up at 5:30 a.m. (as dads do) and put together a strategic map of the day’s sales while I slept in as late as his excitement would let me. Soon, I’d crawl up into the cab of …

A few weeks ago, the New York Times published an oped by author Leigh Stein entitled “The Empty Religions of Instagram.” The piece made a substantial splash, complete with an accompanying graphic that showed a halo-crowned iPhone. Stein holds an interest in, and here examines, the popularity…

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The good ol’ fashioned Sunday drive is a relic from a bygone era, but for me, it hasn’t lost its luster. One advantage of living not too far from your hometown is the excuse it gives you for a long drive out of the city. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rochester in all its urban hecticity, but I …