How many times have we told you to get your ass down to Indie Mart? Like a million times. If you haven’t made it out to one yet, then you still don’t know what kind of unique or inexpensive finds you’re missing out on. It’s like a farmer’s market, except

One of my favorite things about living in the Western Addition was spring time, when the cherry blossom trees would burst into flowers – not just because it’s a spectacular sight but also because someone in the neighborhood would decorate the trees with stuffed animals. Alligators laying across low-lying branches,

By now you’ve probably heard the incredible story of Steven Slater, the JetBlue flight attendant who literally bailed on his job by cursing out an unruly passenger before grabbing two beers and jumping out the emergency slide onto the tarmac at JFK. I’m sure all of us have felt the

As human existence goes on, I’m continually fascinated by the objects people put into vending machines. Candy bars, hot sandwiches, coffee, ice cream bars delivered by vacuum tubes, used women’s underwear, iPods, etc. But Traif Bike Gesheft’s shop installed a vending machine that sells bike parts, and I’m willing to

Bobby pins are the opposite of lighters – instead of always disappearing, they seem to be everywhere: pockets, the bottom of purses, any available surface. Just the other night, a friend of mine gave me an impromptu up-do using eight bobby pins while we sat at the Bloodhound and drank

The folks over at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts (YBCA) got at me because they wanted you to know about this kick ass sounding party they are throwing.  They are calling it DIYbca – get it? – and billing it as “THE free late-night art party of the summer”.

One of the best things about living in San Francisco is the incredible architecture – we’re widely known for our Victorian and Edwardian abode’s, painted in painfully garish colors or immortalized against a skyline (Holler at my Painted Ladies!). We love our neat, aging frames, our molding and fireplaces, and

The worst part of about looking for work is the days in between.  You have no idea how long your money is going to have to last, you have no idea when you can expect to work again and you silently curse every tiny expenditure that you made back when