The Corner Store has been open for almost a year, and to celebrate this they are throwing a FREE block party. There’s a fuckload going on in the flyer above, and the writing is too small to read, so I’ll just list off a couple things happening: – Inflated Jumping

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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. When I asked

San Francisco is an awfully, awfully funny place when it comes to dating. There is an intrinsic casualness and quirk to the city as a whole – one that manifests itself in everything from startups that entice employees with their “Whiskey Fridays” to how we celebrate Easter. So it’s no

              Ryoko’s     If you like eating raw fish below street level, two options come to mind.  The first: Sushi Time, a tiny shoe box crammed into the corner of a small subterranean plaza in The Castro.  If that sounds like a recipe for

The fine folks over at Skill Exchange, who are all about teaching workshops to make you better at being a functional person, are doing a rad event that will appeal to your inner sophisticated drunkard (you as a less functional person). It’s a workshop that teaches how to make better cocktails

Inforum at the Commonwealth Club are rad. Not only do they put on amazing events, they also let me give away tickets to you, my dear and demented readers. This particular one seems pretty incredible. I’ve got a pair of premium tickets for one lucky winner. This includes his book,

Women, specifically the prospect of having sex with them, both terrified and fascinated me growing up. I would immediately volunteer myself into the friend zone because that always seemed easier than enduring the potential failure of romantic pursuits. It certainly didn’t help that I was a “dorky” kid, who was

For many reasons I am unable to relate to mainstream fashion magazines, notably because they pimp $400 t-shirts as a feasible item to purchase. At that point (which is usually within the first 10 pages), I slam the magazine down on my coffee table and leave in a fit of