Is S.F. Rec and Park a long arm of gentrification?  With rumblings of what the newly beautified Dolores Park may entail, it remains to be seen. Apparently, however, the pearl of the Mission, is not the only contentious jewel in the city’s parkland crown as that locals feel an impending

Have you ever really sat down and thought of how many times you find yourself in a ‘˜liminal space’?  Probably not.  A term I often heard bandied about in grad school, liminal space is one that (theoretically, physically, politically or otherwise) is neither here nor there.  It lies on the

Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, whatever you wanna call it, it has ravaged the East Coast like a wayward buccaneer in a tawdry romance novel.  I’m sure all you West Coasters are sipping on margaritas and kicking off your flip-flops and thinking good luck with “that.” While the rest of us seek refuge

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

The first time I ever went to Brooklyn, it was my senior year in college and I was in Fort Greene, I think, to see Grand Buffet. After watching two goofy white dudes play a hip hop show, my friend and I went across the street to a poorly lit

Valentine’s Day makes me want to punch myself in the face.  It also makes me want to punch everyone else in the face (especially cute couples’”they’re the worst).  But how to justify random acts of violence on the stupid day of love?  Clearly the geniuses behind The Great San Francisco

A Jew after my own heart, Linda Ellia has made an art of defacing relics of Nazism.  In 2005 Ellia came across a French translation of Hitler’s infamous memoir Mein Kampf (which means ‘œOur Struggle’ in English).  Holding the thick manifesto in her hands, she felt an immediate visceral response

Do you ever sit at your desk after your lunch break and look at clock and realize with horror that it’s only 1:30 and quittin’ time isn’t until at least 5?  You look at the pile of papers on your desk and the mass of email in your inbox and