Remember that week you got all obsessed with Genghis Khan and decided you wanted to know as much about him as possible?  Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about…you know where this is going.  You went down to the library and got like four books about him

Roller derby is like a petroleum-free Nascar race held in Punta Del Este: the crowd is there to see wrecks and girls.   Here is a blurb from the film’s website: “Hell on Wheels is the ass kicking documentary film telling the story of a group of Texas women who

Assuming your case of Sunday morning palsy isn’t too bad, you’re probably looking for something to do today that doesn’t involve being rained on or watching whatever awful movie is on Comedy Central.  If you live in the Mission or Bernal Heights, I have just the thing for you: go

I can’t keep up with the International Film Fest this year. There are so many great films that deserve my money, but I probably only have enough money to spare on one. I was pretty sad until I actually found out that my friend is throwing his own Human Rights

Ever wonder what kind of nonsense bubbles out of my mouth when asked a series of questions?  Wonder no longer!  Below is part 1 and 2 of an interview I did on Christina Marie TV, a local SF show.  Enjoy and feel free to leave snarky comments below.  It’s what

If you’ve chosen a secular holiday that celebrates the accomplishments of the labour movement over Derby debauchery, you are a better person than I, and should thusly be rewarded with free drink and board. For that, check out Brouwerij Lane in Brooklyn.  There won’t be any horse, but some people

For those that made it to the recent Fuck the Recession Party or the release party for my SF book, you’ll remember the inimitable Richie Cunning.  He blows me away every time I see him play, so I’ve kinda taken up stalking him.  It’s nothing too crazy, I’m not like driving by his

In 1970,  Scanlans ran a the first piece of Gonzo jouralism about the Kentucky Derby titled “Decadent and Depraved” by Hunter S. Thompson.  Even when I read it a few years ago, the strange mixture of the crowd’s high society posturing and lewd, whiskey swilling conduct made a powerful impression.