If you haven’t ridden any Bay Area public transit in a while (I know! It’s expensive these days, right?) you might have missed out on the billions of ads for the new one-card-to-rule-them-all transit pass system called Clipper. Apparently Clipper isn’t much more than a fancy focus-grouped version of Translink,

Ever taken a ride on the Rank Express? If you’re a New Yorker, you have. It’s the one car on seemingly every subway train (usually toward the end) that doesn’t have air conditioning. And it’s always a surprise, isn’t it? There you are on the platform, sweatin’ like a whore

It is so, so hot in this city. Ninety and over temperatures this whole week; my inner Siberian is melting. I’m surprised anyone made it to work this morning. In fact, if they didn’t, people have a totally worthwhile and valid excuse. The city’s outdoor pools, which are free –

The last time there was an anarchist book sale in the Bay Area, the former vegan/currently pro-meat author of The Vegetarian Myth, Lierre Keith, got attacked with chili pepper-laced pies by a group of masked/hooded vegan anarchists. You can watch it here four times in a row (the audience does

After spouting off on the wonders of Brooklyn Yard and how sweet all the parties would be there this summer, I feel bad for getting your (and my) hopes up since the venue shuttered less than a week after I wrote about them, goddamnit. But don’t fret, the Sunday Best

There are many reasons why Crest Hardware is my favorite hardware store in existence. They have a parrot that makes awesome squawking noises, and will eat your finger off given the chance. It’s family owned, and the employees are super helpful. It’s the kind of place where the sales clerks

There are a few reasons a person might drink six cans of shit beer in one sitting. Getting fired. Getting dumped. The United States losing to Ghana. Weekday afternoons. You know, truly heartbreaking shit. Luckily, like most necessities in this city, there is a bar for that. Floyd, which sits

Being in Times Square always makes me want to murder everyone. It’s crowded, loud, covered in trash, the ads give you seizures – there is no end to its awfulness. But the worst are those people from the Ha! comedy club who stand on every corner soliciting you to attend