It’s been 3 months since the last Divisadero Art Walk and just over two weeks since the last set of freeloading drunkards rolled through my neighborhood at Bay to Breakers. I guess that means it’s June already, which also means that the Divisadero Art walk is back. And while Art

Know what makes good photography even better? A couple FREE drinks. But you knew that already, didn’t you? Inject some culture into your post-Memorial Day weekend life (i.e. do something worthwhile to make you forget about that 19-year-old Santa Clara sophomore you made out with after losing several consecutive flip

This whole Memorial Day three-day weekend nonsense screwed with my mental calendar and I forgot that it was Tuesday and time to provide you folks with some some cheap entertainment and, since I’m running late, even cheaper humor. So, here is my favorite joke. I don’t usually give this one

I had a minor coronary when, while arriving at my stop on the 38 Geary, I glanced out the window to see that the windows of Joe’s Ice Cream were papered over signaling that one more of the city’s institutions had bit the dust. Closer inspection, relieved me as I

A friend of mine, who works as a cook at a nice restaurant on Pier 39, once told me that a hamburger at his job cost $16. My immediate reaction was, “SIXTEEN DOLLARS! You better at least get a reach-around with your $16 hamburger!” After I explained in Spanish what

I don’t hang out in the Union Square area often.  It’s too loud and schizo for me between the tourists, the crackheads and the street performers gyrating to Michael Jackson songs and beating the shit out of trash cans.  But one bar I will brave the thousands of Street Sheet

Are you ready to Samba? I hope so, because the two-day San Francisco Cultural Arts Traditions Carnaval celebration is happening all day today and tomorrow in La Mission and is sure to be a multicultural bucket of good times. The festival offers all the Salsa, Samba, Reggae, Tango, Hip- Hop,

I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of ready to be a grown-up and clean out the walk-in closet in my apartment, the doors of which stay perpetually shut to hide the staggering amount of sheer crap I stashed in there the first day I moved in and never