If you were swept out to sea, on what kind of island would you hope to seek refuge? A mysterious, tropical island filled with your hot travelmates, like in Lost? Gilligan’s Island? This crazy-ass cluster of islands for rich people? Well, my ideal sanctuary would be the Island of Alameda;

If you were swept out to sea, on what kind of island would you hope to seek refuge? A mysterious, tropical island filled with your hot travelmates, like in Lost? Gilligan’s Island? This crazy-ass cluster of islands for rich people? Well, my ideal sanctuary would be the Island of Alameda;

Nestled in the heart of the hyper-industrial, super-consumer heaven that is Emeryville, California, a new Target (or “Tar-jay” as middle-aged white ladies call it), is born. Some of you are probably wondering, “Why does this earth need another Target? We already have 300 of them in California alone!” But, honestly,

It’s Sunday morning, and you don’t want to leave your bed until at least 11:30 (it’s out of principle).  But then you’re struck by the primal urge to forage through clumps of tangled trinkets while being subjected to Raggaeton and a guy playing whatever the hell this thing is.  That’s

Yes! Finally, a reason to bust out your gold platforms and that wonderfully ugly, skin-tight polyester dress that’s been hidden in the back of your closet forever. Or maybe that mohair cat-suit you always knew would come in handy? Whatever you choose, dress to impress this Thursday night at the

Fillmore Street can be a pretty damn depressing stretch to walk through at times.  If you look down at the paving stones, you see the names of cool places that used to be there and when you look up and around you see concrete monoliths and lots of asphalt. The

Hal Lutsky is at it again.  His famous tri-annual vintage paper fair is happening again this Saturday and Sunday, and it is going to be a paper-filled funanza.  It’s a commonly recognized fact that old stuff is better (with the exception of food and underwear), and old paper is especially