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Heeb Issue #18Urban Kvetch
Crocs
You emerge from the locker room, warm smile, arms toned—an Adonis. Then my eyes fall upon your feet and those garish, rubber, sling-back clogs. Crocs. Simple slip-on sandals would not suffice?
America Swings
Picture yourself at a barbeque with 50 folks who are chowing down on hot dogs, sipping beer and engaging in small talk. Now picture yourself having sex with them. Or, if you’re not feeling that
Nosh Pit
Our presidential wannabees aren’t the only ones going after the Spanish-speaking demographic. We asked chef Morgan Jarrett to share a recipe for all of you who tire of that same ol’ beefy pot roast
Not in Long Island Anymore
Jamie Lynn Sigler picks at a roll made of pizza dough at Angeli Caffé in West Hollywood as we discuss her upcoming return to HBO on the fifth season of Entourage. Sigler plays “a version of”
History Lessons
Unless between the time I’m writing this and a certain mid-January day he decides to tie a bandana around his head, place a buck knife between his teeth, parachute into the hinterlands of northwest
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Our nation’s capital may have the highest per capita number of white guys in charcoal Brooks Brothers suits, but it’s also got a vibrant indigenous scene if you know where to look. So forget that
The First Jewish President?
(excerpted from the original article)
We didn’t have gin for breakfast, but we could have. Las Vegas Mayor Oscar Goodman is up for just about anything if it involves his beloved gin. And breakfast
The Heeb Hundred
Indignation
The intersection between the political and the personal has proved to be the defining theme of late-period Philip Roth. In American Pastoral (1997), the author served up a stinging elegy for ’60s-era
1-2-3 / Apple Tree
Herman Dune is not the name of a person. Rather, it is a band name picked by songwriter David Ivar because, as he explains it, it sounded like it could be the name of a person. “I love solo acts that
Hijinx
Harvey Pekar asks the question: Are God’s Children too stupid? Click here to view the full comic.
Breakdowns
“What is art to you?” I’m silent for a moment. Not because I’m thinking hard about the question—at least not at first—but rather, because my first inclination upon being asked is an attempt






