I know I write a lot about bike-related events. There are obvious reasons – bikes are THE environmentally-sound and fast way to get around, they provide good exercise even if your bottom gets abnormally large and triangular as a result, and they’re inexpensive-ish and fun to trick out – but

I had the fortune or misfortune, depending how you look at it, to have a tonsillectomy exactly a year ago. It may be all ice cream and naptime for kids, but let me tell you, for semi-adults, recovering from a T & A (tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy for you ENT newbies)

Any good disco party is, from start to finish, a fleshy, hairy, glittery mess slick with sweat and your choice of several other warm liquids. Any good foray on roller skates is pretty much the same deal, if you’re doing it right. Meaning: combined, they make a gloriously hot pantsed

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

Really unfairly, Kwanzaa tends to be the butt of holiday-themed jokes. The multi-day holiday has been around for less than 50 years, honors African-American history and culture, and has, of course, way fewer participants than Christmas or Chanukah. It’s also nonreligious, making that last comparison meaningless. Not only is Kwanzaa

Only one week left for the Idelsohn Society for Musical Preservation’s pop-up Jewish record store, Tikva Records, in the Mission (3191 Mission St.). Read all about it in Aidin Vaziri’s Chronicle article). Music? Jews? You know how much I like both of those things. So the first ever Jewish pop-up

Maybe it’s the fleas I think are roosting in my bed, the five to three shift, or the lessening effects of sustained caffeine intake, but fuck, December is hard. Everyone seems to feel it. It’s like things are funneling really suddenly towards the New Year, the same New Year that

Long-gone, unfortunately, are the days when unwedded royals swapped portraits and sized each other up for marriage. Ringlets were ogled and dentures examined before anyone decided anything. And then, only then, were locks of hair exchanged. Now we have Facebook (yep, there was no middle ground there at all) and