It's 1 a.m. in Bangkok's Patpong neighborhood. Ten of us - eight women, me and another guy; six of us Aussies, the remainder Americans - have gone beyond the Thai tourist wrangle of floating markets and temples and straight to Patpong 1. Which is to say, right into the heart of an even more tourist-trappy, market-like alleyway swarming with college-aged bros in tank tops.Did I mention that the street was also slick with vomit? This, in literary terms, is what we call foreshadowing.

Dulcé Sloan stuck to her guns when it came to comedy. The Alanta stand-up kept the focus on herself, using wit and bravado to tackle topics ranging from awkward interactions with gay men and white women to grocery-store flirting to $100 bras. Intensely personal fodder that generally steered clear of the chaotic political climate.

A rusting tractor plow sits in front of the warehouse building next to signs that say "Old Sugar Mill Shave Ice" and "Keep the Country Country!" It's almost easy to miss the message we came for - a brown-and-yellow arrowed sign that reads in bold letters: "Waialua Coffee & Chocolate Mill Free Mini Tour."Up here just a half-hour from the famed North Shore of Oahu, this tucked-away treat is the type of outpost you wouldn't find on Hawaii more than a decade ago.

Pulling up a chair to the bar at La Leyenda, I hear, "You can't sit there. That's for takeout. Sit over there. Now, you want wine or what?" Wine, I say. "You wanna glass or a bottle or part of a bottle? Make up your mind, eh? Here. You're getting a glass!" barks gray-and-curly-haired chef Claudio. He slams a glass of red down on my table.

OZY is reporting live from the 2018 Sundance Film Festival.The trouble starts upstream. In her Sundance debut, Dead Pigs, first-time director and screenwriter Cathy Yan gives a compassionate glimpse of a modern and often messy Chinese society as it manages breakneck economic growth. The images of dead, diseased pigs from poor farms floating down the river into Shanghai would seem like a metaphor - but it really happened.

I learned on a movie set that I couldn't rely on anyone else to keep me safe. It was a little late to learn that lesson, truthfully, but, as a recent college graduate, I was slowly becoming aware of just how much I still didn't know. Like how many times you might need to say "no" before you are heard.I moved to New York because my agent told me to - after a couple of near misses during pilot season, she encouraged me to make the leap and go where the work was.

This was the year it was all supposed to come together. "The Natural," as Stacia Suttles is known on her home turf in the Bronx, was on the fast track to success built from blood and sweat. But boxing is a cruel game, one that rarely cares for a fighter's plans. It seemed Suttles still owed the game some tears.TtjSource: Courtesy @fildesgraphiste and @janecantooSuttle has said she started boxing "just to have something to do with my time and get back into shape.

Welcome to Third Rail With OZY, our electrifying TV show where we debate provocative hot topics each week. Missed the debates from last season? Catch uphere.This week, new allegations of sexual misconduct against comedian and regular commentator on modern relationships Aziz Ansari divided public opinion - with some decrying his reported behavior as "coercive and violative" and others simply dismissing the young woman's account of her experiences with Ansari as "revenge porn.

The waves roil and boil over, before dashing mere feet from the shore. Selfie seekers brave the coming tide, trying to time their snapshot before the water reaches them. One woman in black overalls isn't so lucky, and the surf pulls at her feet, her arms windmilling before she comes crashing down. A father and son play chicken with the waves, but one time they get too close, and the toddler is tossed five times in the spray, before being rescued by his blushing dad.

It was all there in that small, sleepy town with not a whole lot to do other than the summer jobs that drew us there. The choice had been that or head off to Wyoming to be a gandy dancer - which is to say, laying train tracks in the American West. And here? In a town in upstate New York, make sure city kids didn't drown themselves. I was a lifeguard and a swim instructor.The more macho alternative paid better, but in the days before email they just didn't say hey in time, so north I went.