Before the fireworks get kicked off, and you’ve eaten your umpteenth weenie, there’s plenty of festivities to indulge in. Mostly a lot that involves hotpants and Grace Jones. Since bemoaning the loss of Sunday Best, MeanRed Productions has moved onto greener pastures, making sure your summer doesn’t lack in expertly

Of course, this being the 4th of July holiday weekend, you know you’re about to go get pretty fucked up at least one of the days, whether you’re in the city, slutting it up in Vegas or houseboating like Gramps used to do in Shasta.  That’s why it’s pretty awesome

Alaska has given us many things. No only has our northern frontier birthed an ass ton of professional hockey players, but it has also been called home by some of the greatest comedians of our time, most notably 2008 vice presidential hopeful Sarah Palin. Wasilla-born, Portland-Based rockers Portugal. The Man

The salty and fishy smell in the air starts to get to your head after a full, or even partial, day at the beach. So it’s only natural to crave (and appropriate to an almost cliche level) to crave fish and chips when you’re near an ocean. The problem is,

St. Nick’s is one of the true gems you’ll find in Harlem and one of the best underground places in NY (possibly the world) to see live jazz.  It takes jazz back to where it came from, small dingy dive bars with real drinkers and working class people, not the

Rhea’s Deli is my solution to pricey Bi-Rite picnic food. I love hanging out in Dolores Park all day with some good eats and cold brews just like everybody else, but I can’t handle paying for Bi-Rite’s expensive (albeit delicious) made to-go selections every time the sun is out on

Imagine for a moment a world where Street Art is prominently displayed on the walls of a well-respected art museum. Imagine a world where trash is turned into something other than a big pile around the trash can because the trash can is full. A world where every cold, irony-shriveled

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