Fresh outta high school, I moved out of my parents house and in with my first super serious girlfriend. In hindsight, this was a mistake. But at the time, I didn’t see the signs. She was a soul sucking nightmare of a woman…but god, she was sexy and great in

As you read the other week, my friend Virginia Ramos, aka The Tamale Lady, passed away recently. She was an incredible part of the community and saved many many many of us from ourselves on late drunk nights. She was giver of good advice and even better hugs. In honor

As you may have heard there is a very important petition going around that supports Turning the Salesforce Tower into Eye Of Sauron on Halloween this year.  The Change.org petition currently has almost 7,000 signatures and is looking to get the attention of Salesforce CEO Mark Benioff as well as

I miss being a barista. There are times when I’m standing in line at my local coffee shop and I feel that dull pang of jealousy while I watch the busy bees behind the espresso bar slam pitchers and gallons of milk around with purpose and gusto, trading jokes and stiletto-sharp snark that only they can hear over the whoosh and screech of the steam wands

Kava is a drink made from grinding up the lateral roots and stump of the Piper Methysticum plant, or the “Mystical Pepper” as it’s colloquially known in places like Fiji and Samoa. And now it’s in SF and Berkeley

Celebrating the 45th anniversary of Grammy winning dub & reggae pioneer Lee “Scratch” Perry’s landmark 1973 album “Blackboard Jungle Dub”, the world’s first dub album, Scratch, now 82 years young, will embark on a tour across North America performing his studio masterpiece live in its entirety for the first time,

Tune Yards new album is an unflinching examination of modern identity, intricately rendered in the manically infectious way that only Tune-Yards can. Drawing on a recent foray into DJing and inspired in part by C.L.A.W. (Collaborative Legions of Artful Womxn), her radio show highlighting female-identifying producers, I can feel you creep

As I’m writing this it has been 20 minutes since police began raiding my neighbor’s crib. This isn’t the first time, but with the daunting cloud of gentrification looming over my neighborhood of Washington Heights I’m positive it’ll be one of the last I’ll experience. I’ve witnessed my fair share