Until a few days ago I thought I was dwelling on the bottom floor of a dietary basement: rice burritos twice a day, occasionally with salsa and sour cream. Then, one dreary noon, I fell through the weak foundation into a secret cellar and found myself stooping over a ramen

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,

As one of the rubes who has never experienced Burning Man, I have had to rely on a mental image that has been shaped by 1st hand accounts, a general idea of human perversion, and movies like Mad Max: Thunderdome.    But, here is how a they put it: “Burning Man

For April I wrote about a deal at Cafe Brama whereby they took 50% off your dinner check because it was the restaurant’s anniversary.  Well, like Ozzie  and sweet Warcraft commercials, they are still rocking it.    Here is an uninformative excerpt from the original post with details below.  

I just saw this on the Creme Brulee guy’s twitter page:   “The linda st carts are proud to present LOVE. A wedding at the street carts on Friday. Let’s all try and look our best for the young couple.”      Really?!?  Getting married on a Mission side street,

New York is currently in the midst of an on-again off-again springtime. Temperatures have vacillated wildly and we’ve had several chilly rainy days lately, which sucks and has me dreaming about the 88 degree weekend from a few weeks back.  Since New York only has about five habitable months per

Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed.  Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively