by Katie Gomez
October 23, 2008
It’s comforting to know that no single technological advancement has yet managed to replace the artist who crafts a cocktail. Watching them from my side of the bar is like watching a dance. They grab some ice cubes—real, square, thick ice cubes—and throw them gently into the Boston shaker. In goes the rye, the vermouth […]
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by Katie Gomez
October 21, 2008
It’s 2012 and I’m sitting in a cluster fuck of rush-hour traffic on the Jersey Turnpike, fumbling through 300 satellite radio stations that are no longer discernable from the payola-paved airwaves of the crap they once called “FM.” Finally I relent, turn off the satellite radio, and flip on the personal media center I’ve got […]
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