Anna gave her account of this place a few months back.  I just thought I’d weigh in with mine as well: Recently liberated bras dangle from the ceiling, bearing silent witness to the mayhem below, while drunk young things struggle to hear each other’s pickup lines over intolerably loud country

Here is a FREE event for all of you Literati Gangsters out there. And it happens monthly. So feel free to sport your Literati colors and do this, well, every month. Babble-On Thursday marks the monthly Babble-On literary reading at Dog Eared Books in San Francisco, where you might hear

I love me an overstuffed bookshelf but let’s face it, books are pricey (especially new ones) and storage space lacking.  So, the library it is.  Don’t get me wrong, I really love the library: its musty smell, its quiet’”it’s a core-of-society kind of place’”plus remember what a rite of passage

Every time I watched Alice in Wonderland as a kid, I would watch the painting the roses red scene and want to go play in a giant maze–minus the queen coming to yell at me. As an adult, all I have to do is walk over to Death by Audio

The other day, I was pondering what the greatest invention of all time has been. Penicillin? Ground breaking, but what’s a little syphilis between friends? The light bulb? Sure it all fun and games, until it’s last call at the bar and they flip on the lights for you to

For me, going to the dentist is about as thrilling a prospect as using a soldering iron to remove one’s own ruptured appendix. I use this fairly dramatic example in order to impart to you, dear broke reader, how very much I truly dread the dentist, despite the fact that

Berkeley Bowl is a 32-year-old Berkeley institution, ‘œan independent, full-service supermarket committed to bringing you the highest quality groceries at the lowest possible prices.’  The warehouse-like Berkeley Bowl is known for it’s A) produce (their selection is second to none), B) bulk section, C) bargain bin, and D) long lines (standing

Ever since I moved to New York, Manhattan seemed like some sort of Oz I would never get to live in. Sure I worked there, occasionally got inebriated there and slept on someone’s futon, but I never called it home. Now that I’m moving again, and recession rents in the