The San Francisco Arts Quarterly might be trying to woo me. Saturday, November 13th, they are presenting a symposium for the release of their latest FREE quarterly–described as a “hybrid between arts calendar and newspaper.” And what does the symposium entail, you might ask? Everything you could possibly want: A

There is a website floating around currently called whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar.com. The title is apt, obviously, because the site’s main and sole focus is to present, plainly, the current-president’s ostensibly impressive list of accomplishments. Elegantly glib, swear words are thrown around for effect. “Big fucking deal,” it says. What else?” For the

Rain in San Francisco is always a shitty thing. We all know that it rains a big part of the year and yet we still scramble for umbrellas and coats to keep us dry during the wetter times. After working through and putting up with the rain at the Treasure

While collecting art books may not be the cheapest hobby, you can score some serious steals and stock up on zines at this year’s New York Art Book Fair.  Hosted by one of my favorite bookstores, Printed Matter, over 280 publishers are taking over MoMa’s PS1 for your perusing pleasure.

Get a head start on your holiday shopping this weekend (or finish it all together) at the GAMA-GO sale. The San Francisco design company has one sale a year, and the awesome items will available with discounts up to 75% off! There is promise of rad ‘œlocally designed kitchen gadgets,

These days it seems like almost everyone I know are (like maybe four people, two I only know from the internet) in the “family way” and about to introduce another bundle of joy/little monster (potato/potatOH) in the world. Accompanying this terrifying event where the woman almost splits her body in

When I came up with what I’ve decided might be my best Halloween costume ever, Dooneese from SNL’s Lawrence Welk Show parody, I needed only thing to make it complete: baby doll hands. This didn’t seem like a hard thing to acquire, so obviously I waited until the last minute.

It’s a safe – and apparently scientific – assumption that, if the earth’s water levels one day decided to rise, New York won’t be spared. We’re okay with that, and mostly because we’re not really planning on living until 2100 anyway. Sorry, kids. But as much as we’d like to forget