If you are reading this, you might be a young lady who works hard for her money and may not have much of it to begin with. So what do you do when it comes to dating? Are you to wait around for Prince Charming with fat pockets to come

“Twain in the Membrane: A Comedy Party” celebrates the release of cartoonist Michael Kupperman’s Mark Twain autobiography parody, Mark Twain’s Autobiography 1910-2010.  If you’re still thinking “wha?,” just take a look at the night’s lineup and go with the flow; you’ll be treated to appearances and comedic works by Kupperman

Guys, Post-apocalyptic fiction is really hot right now. Post-apoc is the new vampires. What do you mean you haven’t read The Hunger Games yet? I will watch/read anything about the impending destruction of civilzation. Probably because I’m generally cynical and dark, but it is so fascinating to me, because it provides

So let’s say you aren’t a huge fan of Bluegrass, or peeing in the wood… or being offered pharmaceuticals you didn’t know existed, but you do want to check out a free concert in Golden Gate Park this weekend.  You my friend are in luck as the Golden Gate Park

During my stint as an unemployed person, I, perhaps stupidly, signed up for Netflix after years of holding out. I was an old-school Netflix user, back when the company’s offerings were strictly limited to DVDs by mail. But in my shrewd poverty, I chose to eliminate that service when I

Now that the International Bar has closed its backyard for construction, I’ve been trying to find another dive in the East Village where I may be able to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and sodas leisurely. And luckily I found that dive only two blocks down 1st Ave.

  October means the beginning of Fall, Halloween, harvests, unaturally hot weather in the Bay, and most importantly, the Litquake Literary Festival. Literature fiends can go full geek and see a crapload of literary events around the city, culminating in the ultimate event: Litcrawl. Think of a bar crawl, except

Underpasses don’t generally lend themselves to good, wholesome fun. I, for one, experienced in a Dolores Park underpass an “Egyptian baptism” by a man wearing a gold turban and claiming to be King Tut in a previous life. He sprinkled me with bottles labeled “opium,” “sunlight,” and “holy water” that he carried