An old bar closing never ceases to sadden me.  Many of my favourites are now just ghostly vapor in my delirium-addled memory.  Expansion, Ginger’s Trois, 7-11 Club– was it just yesterday we were getting frisky?  The wind cuts through my coat a little quicker now. The House of Shields has

If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas.  Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili.  Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco

This weekend seems like a funtastic funstravanga of bombastic proportions, and the 3rd Annual Artsfest just ups ante. The funariffic street fair offers art booths and vendors, musical performances, community groups, art activities and awesome retailers all for your amusement and enjoyment. There will also be chalk drawing and “tasty

Once upon a time, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed East Coast transplant with some embarrassingly fratty friends who convinced me to hang out in the Marina one too many times. One time I heard a guy, who lived within 0.5 blocks of the bullshit nexus of the universe (Union

Vice has got to be one of the most popular words in the English lexicon.  People love it.  Apart from the obvious partaking, people love to gossip about it, watch it, read about it.  It’s like popcorn, very salty popcorn. Local purveyors of clothing/art/parties, D-Structure is hosting their First Fridays

It’s hard enough keeping up with one’s day to day nonsense in the great city of San Francisco, so when it comes time to cast your vote, outside of the inane commercials produced for high-profile candidates, it can be hard to find out anything about anyone else. By no means

This whole Memorial Day three-day weekend nonsense screwed with my mental calendar and I forgot that it was Tuesday and time to provide you folks with some some cheap entertainment and, since I’m running late, even cheaper humor. So, here is my favorite joke. I don’t usually give this one

I had a minor coronary when, while arriving at my stop on the 38 Geary, I glanced out the window to see that the windows of Joe’s Ice Cream were papered over signaling that one more of the city’s institutions had bit the dust. Closer inspection, relieved me as I