Another music sharing app for the iPhone will hit the App Store tomorrow. The new Play app is an AOL creation that launched on Android a few months ago.
As a kid at my local county fair, I used to ride a roller coaster that rumbled around a circular track as songs like Foreigner's Urgent blasted through a set of giant speakers.
The friending, the liking, the status updating: Sooner or later we all grow to hate it, but we can't stop.
Sixteen years since Amazon launched. Well into an era when we can buy anything with a click. Why are there still Black Friday headlines about shoppers trampled in a mad effort to get their mitts on the latest offline deal?
On the day of the San Francisco Giants World Series parade, I headed to the corner of California and Montgomery where I was sure I had a good vantage to watch the players roll by in their rubber-wheeled cable cars.
First of all, you probably mean "biased." Second of all, journalism isn't a term that means "stories you agree with." Third of all, fuck you.
The Walkman is dead. Long live the Walkman.
It was the first time in his life Isaac didn't want to go to Vegas.
Somehow this illustration of an Internet commenter's daily life looks familiar to many of us. Are we really this bad?
The last place I imagined being was in an operating room following the minute-by-minute highlights of the significant kidney surgery being performed on Brian's dad.
It was the week my friend Mordy became a hero.
My friends were the first two people kicked off of an extremely popular reality show. And I couldn't have been happier for them.
The five most endangered words of the realtime internet era are:
The interest in the tale of Apple's next iPhone is melting our servers and causing some technical difficulties. As a result, we had to temporarily shut off our comments system.
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