You’ve scribble scrabbled your way through kindergarten. You’ve dodgeballed your way through middle school. You scratched and clawed your way through high school (whether you’ve gotten your high school diploma or your GED, you didn’t totally get swallowed by high school and that matters). And now you’re here at what

To the ones who have had some trouble holding down a job, or the ones who have had extreme difficulty actually landing a job to hold down, or the ones who simply just cannot work, here’s some good news. There are actually perks to being an unemployed citizen; a person

You read the title. Now, you might be asking yourself: What is the NY Funny Songs Festival and why does it need my help? Great questions! This unique four-day festival celebrates the marriage between comedy and music. More than 50 comedy musicians come together to perform in more than 18

You can only pretend to enjoy boutique shopping on Atlantic Avenue (or Franklin Street or Bedford Avenue or god forbid somewhere that’s actually in Manhattan) for so long. When you’re with friends who drop $200 on a pair of “vintage” shoes (don’t they know how fast soles – not to

Thanks to my best friend and her entire family (who were my primary babysitters before and after school), my childhood from ages 7 to 12 was filled with the comprehensive works of Mr. Michael “Sweet Lips” Bolton. As school let out, I would not have to scan the cars looking

Pig & Pie  Last week I wrote up La Palma as being a paragon of a Mission District 24th Street that is fast being drowned out by higher-end cafes and eateries that cater not to the longtime residents, but to the recent influx of wealthy tech boomers.  This week, I

Summer is approaching San Francisco’s Mission district. I am being very specify in this sentence because I feel like Summer is not something all of SF gets to see!

“What is…? Kill it! Wait, is it dragging my tennis racket?!” Growing up, I’d never seen a cockroach. When I moved to NYC, a few fellows warned of these critters, telling fables about the roaches flying, eating through concrete…and dragging tennis rackets. I’d snicker. I don’t snicker anymore. After a