NFL football is back and every Sunday is a now holy day of obligation to hit bars and watch games. Ten hours watching nonstop live football in a dark, cavernous sports bar is perhaps the finest possible way to spend a beautiful Bay Area autumn Sunday, but that bar tab

The 81-year-old iconoclastic comedian died yesterday at New York’s Mount Sinai Hospital, where she had spent the week fighting for her life, proceeding complications which occurred during a minor procedure on her vocal cords. It resulted in a loss of consciousness after going into cardiac arrest, and eventually her death.

You’ve already heard about how Burning Man made it to the Black Rock Desert, but I left off when the Cacophony Zone Trippers had crossed the line into the zone. The only spectacle we brought with us was the Man in the Ryder truck. We, and the vicissitudes of nature, were the spectacle. So you might wonder how we spent the long weekend with only one major entertainment on the agenda and our universally compromised budgets.

Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl on the N-Judah” who was reading Eat Pray Love on your commute to the FiDi. Or hit up

Last week, I read a thoughtful article on this site by Jamal Frederick entitled “Tipping While Black- The Struggles of a Black Barman.” I encourage you to read it. It offers keen insight into the racial attitudes and discrepancies characteristic of tipped service work. It also reinforced the strong opinions

There are grown people in this world who won’t know how to separate colors when washing clothes.  There are people who cannot hand wash dishes without leaving food caked on the edges of plates and glasses. As a broke-ass writer and avid traveler, I started realizing that my domestic skills

There have been a lot of articles on the date rape nail polish. Yes, it was very innovative of these students at North Carolina State University to develop Undercover Colors.

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.