Tonight the legendary City Lights bookstore on Columbus will be hosting a reading from Stoners and Self-Appointed Saints, and Fever Chart – the latter of which was published by McSweeney’s – that impossibly twee publisher/website/lit rag founded by love-him-or-hate-him memoirist/novelist/newspaper man Dave Eggers. To go along with the readings, their

Last time I wrote about Death by Audio, there was a giant maze taking over the entire space. Tomorrow night, they’re letting you cover 15 naked women in chicken feathers while two dudes play 17 drums in a performance described as “post-feminist avant garde historical reenactment meets squirrel-infused eletro-noise tribe.”

Tomorrow night at the DNA Lounge in SF will be night number one of the 3rd Annual Cocktail Robot Festivial, aka BarBot 2010.  Brought to you by the evil geniuses (or is that geni?) responsible for the RoboGames, the festival combines two of every geek-hipster’s favorite things: booze and robots.

I spent awhile today looking for an awesome Mardi Gras event to share with but alas I couldn’t find anything that wasn’t too expensive or derivative and douchie.  I mean the Dirty Dozen Brass Band sounded good, but it’s probably sold out and costs over $20.  The Fat Tuesday Party and

When I say the words “water ice” outside the city limits of Philadelphia, people look at me like I’m some backwards hick who just crawled out of the Schuylkill River.  Better known as “wooder ice” to Philly residents, and Italian ice to the rest of the civilized world, this simple

Yerba Buena Center for the Arts has a page called ‘œFreebies and Cheap Thrills,’ which pretty much sounds like a Broke Ass motto.  Events and movies and exhibitions aren’t super cheap there, but with the help of the Freebies page, your broke ass might be able to look at some

“I’m sure it’s very nice to know how to live in the woods, and eat bark, but I’m gonna show you girls how to survive in the wilds of Beverly Hills!” If there was an 80s movie more in line with my own pre-pubescent desires than Troop Beverly Hills, I

It seems that every February we get 3 or 4 blessed days in a row that feel like Spring time.  We are apparently in the midst of that right now and I can’t be fucked to sit inside and write about things.  I NEED to go to Dolores Park.  So