Tonight, Thursday October 20th, come celebrate the acclaimed artist Chuck Sperry at the the opening reception of his collection “High Volume,” at the SF Public Library from 6-7 p.m. You are free to wander the fourth floor to check out his awesome work, which will be on display from October

“Whoa. What are all of these people doing here and why do some of them have guitars?” a friend of mine asked herself when she walked into the ACE Hotel to study yesterday, not realizing she was actually walking into KEXP’s (awesome) CMJ party instead. Poor, poor friend didn’t realize

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.

When I was invited to spend Friday evening at “The Jug Shop” two images came to my mind.  Either I was headed to a sweet backalley moonshine hoedown or some strip club owner decided on the least enticing name in the history of skin bars.  Much to my chagrin The

I know you’re probably having your third serving of ramen this week and laughing at the title of this article because your broke-ass and “museum membership” don’t belong in the same goddamn sentence.  I thought the same thing.  My friend was like, “oh, I’m a member” and I wanted to slap

  I guess it’s pretty obvious why people who frequent bars a lot are called “bar flies,” but I always get this image in my head of all these big, horse flies swarming around and getting stuck in a puddle of warm beer. They try to move about and escape,

Maybe the high school field trip memories are fresher for us, but I think it’s safe to say that organized tours aren’t really any young person’s thing. I remember visiting a water treatment center with my science class in 9th grade and asking a worker what the grossest thing he

Happy Hour – those two words can make my face light up like a child who just got her first taste of Halloween candy. In other words, I’m a big fan, and thank goodness I live in a city where it’s always Happy Hour somewhere. Sometimes, though, I find myself