Let's Get Lost (1988): Bruce Weber followed around jazz trumpeter and heroin addict Chet Baker on a year-long excursion, "from the West Coast, to the East Coast, to Europe--including a stop at the Cannes Film Festival--with interviews with Chet, colleagues and friends, including dueling insights from his third wife, a former British show girl, and three children in Oklahoma, and from old flame Ruth Young, a sardonically throaty torch singer." Screens tonight at 7......

From the tallest skyscraper in the City of Brotherly Love to Canadian tourism copywriting brilliance, here's what you should know from our -ist cities: This week, Phillyist took a gleeful listen to the White Stripes' exciting new release, watched in awe as their new tallest skyscraper was finally completed, found a cheaper way to get to Gothamist, invented a tasty new dessert, and brought back their Craigslist Round-Up feature with a bang. Bostonist watches......

Okay, SFist admits that the dating scene is ugly. Really, really ugly. We've never had much luck at hooking up with folks at bars or clubs, though granted the line between consuming enough alcohol to overcome our anxiety and blacking out for us is very, very fine. People are strange and prone to say hateful things that make you feel bad. Better to have your senses dulled as much as possible so that if......

There are times when cube life begins to become crushingly boring. Sure, maybe you have some work you can get done for tomorrow, but then, what will you do tomorrow? Ask for more work? Take on responsibilities that aren't yours even though you know that by taking it on once it will become your responsibility from then on? So instead you tell your boss "I'm still working on it," and begin blogging. So it......