Musing on conclaves and rising smoke, metaphysics and physics, with insight from two of Charleston's keenest minds: Stephen Colbert and John Keller. Plus, global career advice for all you CofC-ers
Get pumped! It's going to be a gorgeous weekend to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Head downtown Saturday to enjoy the parade—here are the deets, straight from Parade Director Jimmy Finnegan himself
Writers Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain, authors of "Please Kill Me: An Uncensored Oral History Of Punk," come to West Ashley's Tin Roof Monday night. Here's my colorful chat with Legs...
Oh, it sounds tough. But I can predict who comes out on top of every single one of these "contests." Every time. Am I that good, or is it true that the house always wins... Find out here.
This blog is just fun on a Friday. What do you think? A stint or two in rehab, a made-up name, petty theft, relentless entitlement—is this really our version of awesome?
What does this country need more of? Math and science whizzes using reasoning and logic to take us further, higher... or entitled celebs diluting societal norms with wildly unoriginal antics
While touring Callie's Biscuits' new home, I found black pepper-bacon buttermilk biscuits, homemade jam, and pimiento cheese. Mmmmm. Another notable finding? THE perfect holiday hostess gift
Bird carcass meets Pyrex meets half-tin-foil-covered mac-and-cheese... A touch of frostbite from fridge-shelf battles equals a good Thanksgiving in my book
My advice for taking in Friday night's show at the Music Farm, in a mere 20 Tips or Less. Really, buy me a Guinness and follow my advice. Only some of it though... Most of it doesn't even work for me
I know, I know, those sourdough starters can be about as welcome as a chain letter. Unless it's been molded, kneaded, shaped, baked into a cake, and given to you by a true friend
I can't resist that old-team draw of the Brooklyn Nets. Here's my take on $16 million Deron, lazy Joe Johnson, jail-ball-playing Wallace, and why no serious athlete should date a Kardashian
In my theory, President Obama is to the Miami Heat as Governor Romney is to the LA Lakers. Here's a breakdown of my logic, as well as an early prediction for the outcomes of both
If you've ever wondered about growing fruit—how, when, where do I start?—wonder no more! A new society's coming to Charleston that I think you will find a fruitful experience
This week, after the confetti had settled from our big, bad, best-in-the-world Conde Nast nod, she had wise words for us all about what makes our old Southern city a choice place to live
The mischievous spirits of Charleston’s past: This one bunked with me in an old South-of-Broad Victorian for a year—smoking, throwing rocks, and generally testing the bounds of Southern decorum
Michael Franti antics, no Blackbird for Clay Cook, John Mayer mixing it up with Sarah Dugas, and a food vendor gets popped—Round 2 at Blackbaud Stadium
To our tourism cheerleaders at Conde Nast and readers the world over: thanks for the nod. Here's a resident's-perspective rundown of what makes our little big town tops
