Well doesn’t this sound awesome? The First City Festival just announced its lineup and it’s pretty fricking sweet! There’s three music stages featuring such great acts as Beck, The National, The Naked and Famous, Best Coast and way more! Plus there’s a Vaudeville variety stage and a full carnival, complete with rides and

KQED had a recent segment on Googling your dates that got my brain wheels turning. Does knowing more from the start help you find the right person or does it keep you from meeting someone great? The question posed was – Should we stop Googling our dates? Yes. No. Outlook

I’ve been running this silly, strange, and occasionally beautiful website since 2008. That’s six fucking years! Holy shit! In that time I’ve been lucky to have some really amazing contributors and together we’ve created some spectacular content. I just sat down to chef lout what the best posts of all time

Just got invited to this on Facebook. While it may be a bit irresponsible during the epic water crisis California is in, it sounds pretty fucking awesome. Also, not to be too much of whiny Jewish mother, but I do hope they put a tarp down so that the paint

I know I’m not a pillar of health. Hell, if we’re making pillar comparisons I’m far closer to the pillar of salt that Lot’s Wife turned into in the bible than anything else. That said, I know some of you motherfuckers love yoga and juice and other healthy stuff. So that’s

I recently had my $2,000 2011 Macbook Pro literally stolen right from under me. I was living in some ghetto loft hostel space in the Tenderloin near Great American Music Hall, and I was relatively content there until the shady owner of the place began to raise the rates…and of

  (the crowd goes wild) I was born in a post-Bobby Brown New Edition era. So, my allegiances lie with Johnny Gill. For most of my cousin’s summer, Can You Stand The Rain played as her life’s soundtrack through her pink Panasonic FM15 portable boombox. And since she was three-years older

I remember my first time attending an Andrew Bird performance like it was yesterday. I was fortunate enough to see Mr. Bird perform in my hometown, in a super intimate setting, and so close to the man that I remember what colour his striped socks were. Did I mention that