Both Chloe and Stuart recommended you check out the California Academy of Sciences and you should listen to both of them because it is every bit as awesome as it sounds. And for those of us that like to get a little tipsy while staring at their wide array of

The 2010 Beard Ball is a place to show off your beards, brought to you by Build-A-Beard, founded by my girl Riss and someone who goes by “El Beardo”. According to them, Build-A-Beard: …recognizes those who display a commitment to the excellence of facial hair growing whether fully maintained, trimmed

Queer? Angry? Something on your mind? Well you’re in the right town, right? Hmm, good question. Activism seems a little play nice these days. Rally! Just don’t irritate people. Um, maybe, but we still have tons of places to get wasted and trashy’. Well, that depends.  You, say,  can’t hang

When my friend and I went to Copenhagen, the glowing red sign for the Museum Erotica became our landmark. Whenever we were lost, we used it to figure out which direction to go. New York’s Museum of Sex hasn’t become a compass for me, but it’s the best place to

Yeah, I know I talk a lot about Madrone, but that’s because it’s my go-to neighborhood bar and they always keep it fresh with the DJs and events. That said, it’s the first Wednesday of the month which for many people means free museum admission, but for those of us

I am used to drinking cheap wine.  As a broke ass person, I have developed a taste for the ‘˜young’, the ‘˜unheard of’, ‘˜unwanted’ and ‘˜fell-off-the-back-of-a-truck’ vintages.  So what a religious experience when I get to taste some truly delicious wines, for FREE!  Every Wednesday night from 6-9 pm head

Oh, It’s-It!  You are one of the last from a different era.  The city that Herb Caen wrote about.  Tonga Room, Laughing Sal, etc.  It’s a class that manages to hang on every year. I guess one of the best things about you, is that you haven’t changed all that much since your

Hanging out at the Rusty Knot is the equivalent of filling your living room with sand, blasting the heat, and making margaritas in the winter; it feels like summer not matter what time of year. I spent most of the summer biking up and down the West Side Highway on