What is it about Batman that draws us to him? Is it his dark history — his parents brutally murdered in front of him? His humanism from his lack of superpowers? The colorful villains he so often » Full Story

The first robot I fell in love with was Uncle Pauly’s from the Rocky movies. Here was someone I could program to do anything I wanted — clean my room, take out the garbage, feed the d » Full Story

Ed. Note: I was stopped at my son's daycare the other day by someone who was wondering if I had left Graffiti. No, I haven't gone anywhere. For Ben's last issue, I promised him he could write the edit » Full Story

I — like many my age, I believe — have a fondness for nostalgia. Like the characters in Noah Baumbach’s “Kicking and Screaming,” I’m instantly nostalgi » Full Story

My first trip down the white waters was almost 12 years ago. My dad took a group of my friends and I. Us being the brash young teens we were, we were confident none of us would end up overboard. So we » Full Story

Eat your heart out, People. No, not the celebrity gossip magazine. You readers, you people, with a capital P. Eat your heart out.

You have in your hands, I believe, a fantastic issue of Gr » Full Story

My first job out of college was as a bird watcher. OK, technically, it was as a sales assistant at Bird Watcher’s Digest, one of the country’s oldest bird watching magazines. » Full Story

We here at Graffiti are a lot like “Grand Theft Auto.” We jack each other’s pens left and right, we’re constantly typing word bullets, and our Macs are used as underground drug communication devices. » Full Story

Back in the day we didn’t need a guide to survive summer. Summer needed a guide to survive us.

We were young masters of the seasons then, destroyers of empty days, champions of laziness. » Full Story

My first foray into the world of mustaches came 26 years after I joined this starcrossed planet. I looked like a pedophile, but thought it was ironic enough to keep for a while. That is, until I met m » Full Story