Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San

Back when I was a productive member of society, my company volunteered at the Annual Big Book Sale run by the Friends of the San Francisco Library. All the details are pretty hazy right now, but I remember being bossed around by some snippy senior citizens and lugging tons upon

In the collective opinion of the vast and almost complete majority of American citizens above the age of age eighteen, few things rise to the level of scorn and disgust as jury duty. And for good reason. Jury duty is essentially what happens when you take some of the worst

Even though I order take-out from Khao Sarn pretty much every time I’m hungover, which is often, I do not have a very extensive knowledge of the menu. This is because the deliciousness of their massaman curry has prevented me from ordering anything else, ever. Eventually, maybe before October, I

One of the very first events I attended as a wide-eyed little 18-year-old in San Francisco was a local film festival at the Red Vic Movie House. Since then I have been absolutely in love with the tiny theater in upper Haight, where you can eat popcorn in wooden bowls

Football is back. Pumpkin beer is on shelves. People are less shiny and uncomfortable-looking. This can only mean that fall is here! Let’s fill our closets with cozy sweaters to celebrate. If you’re like me, seasonal closet cleaning doesn’t have much to do with actually being organized or providing enough

Japanese pop culture rules. The nutty hair-dos, goth style, cool music, photo booth arcades and wacky fashions are 100% fawesome and I just can’t get enough. Makes me want a big, steaming bowl of ramen. MMMM… Now that I’ve sufficiently generalized an entire country’s popular culture (and poorly at that),

Since I’ve always been a broke-ass, I can only but assume the way the money-privileged make friends is to buy them. I have yet to have someone want to buy my friendship–which like my love–is for sale and I’m definitely looking for tips on how to make this happen. But,