With my hometown dining companions trailing behind me as I scurried through the Market St. mass traffic of vagabonds and ill-forgotten street pharmacists, it’s impossible not to spot the lone foreign flag hanging outside the door. As a self-proclaimed unpatriotic citizen, the flag represents more than nationalism. The flag

Every Thursday night on the southwest corner of 16th and Mission, a crowd begins to gather. A woman will kneel down and take out sidewalk chalk, patiently tracing a sprawling pastel circle on the concrete. At 9:30, the first poet will step into the chalk and let loose a yawp

George Clinton & the P-Funk band are going to be in New York City tonight for the River-to-River Festival. That news is music to the ears for all of you funky brothers and sisters out there. Not only is the living legend in town to bang out that revolutionary music

Grab your jorts. Grab your girlfriend. Grab your boyfriend. Grab your lawn chair. SummerScreen is back. That’s right. After an exceptional 2011 season, SummerScreen is returning this week with a showing tonight of Cruel Intentions featuring Sarah Michelle Gellar and that other dude who was in all those teen movies

Among the many things from my childhood that I will inevitably someday foist upon my children (a list that currently includes cassette and video tapes, a Ramones t-shirt, Choose Your Own Adventure books, Polaroid cameras, and Sesame Street) is paint-by-numbers art, which help make anyone feel like an artist. While

Listen, I’m a simple girl with simple needs.  As long as I can scour my local Salvation Army for ill-fitting ethnic print dresses and eat a burrito at least once a week, I am pretty much satisfied.  But lately, times have gotten tough.  This girl is horribly underemployed, and my–

A Styrofoam tray has become an essential institution within the confines of the dirty and repulsive area of a public school we refer to as “the school cafeteria.” It is not a lunchroom as much as it is a passageway into unhealthy dieting and terrible eating habits. If memory serves

I work at a restaurant that happens to be situated in the Marina;  “Happens to be situated” because neither it’s concept, cuisine or clientele are emblematic of said District.  It’s a qualification I find myself adding when mentioning my workplace to friends or acquaintances. Part of me wants to be