Want some peace, love, community, hope, and refreshments in SF this early evening? Join me tonight to celebrate what this site celebrates: experiences, people, and community! I’ll be at San Francisco City Hall from 5:30 pm to 8:00 pm for the lighting of the Tree of Hope, a global holiday

There really is no angst quite as raw and awkward as teenage angst. As an adult, the closet thing you get to reliving it is watching My So-Called Life over and over. If you’re looking for a new fix of painful teenage angst, because you’ve memorized every episode, dig out

Alright, so you folks all know that I’ve generally got the scoop on all the ill deals going on and that I’ve made it my duty to hip you to them. As exhausting as it is, I do it because I love you fuckers (well most of you at least),

Deity is a new-ish bar/lounge in a converted synagogue located on the asphalt swath of Atlantic Avenue that keeps apart the abutting worlds of Boerum Hill and Fulton Street Mall. There was some hubbub when it opened because Talib Kweli was supposed to spin there  regularly. Tonight is a regular

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: Being broke can be a real drag, especially when it comes to decorating your apartment. I’ve resorted to tearing out spreads

A week ago I woke up one day and said, “I NEED A HAIRCUT!” I thought about calling one of the last two people who cut my hair, and I thought, “I don’t want to spend the money,” “I am going to be traveling and pulling my hair back, why should I pay to get a nice haircut,” “They won’t be available this afternoon which is when I need the haircut,” etc.

Remember when I told you to go to the Oakland Art Murmur before the months of incessant rain started?  Well it looks like global warming has bought you a few more weeks of rain-free fun (my circadian rhythm was so confused by yesterday’s nearly 80º temperature that I forgot it