We have a love-hate relationship with Craigslist, the home of the Missed Connection, the Second Hand Ikea Coffee Table, and the The Worst Room. The site reads like the major arcana of New York City living–curb alerts can also mean bedbugs and beautiful ‘I Saw You’ notes penned by New School Creative Writing MFAs are right there next to badly-spelled paragraphs that might be prostitution solicitations. We visit mostly for the lolz, and even though we occasionally chance upon posts that seem to promise us the holy grail of vintage road bikes or a soulmate who also transferred to the N at Union Square, in general we try not to get our hopes up.