My boyfriend loves this show because it’s totally manly- you know, the mechanics, technology, and the dirty-fingernail-grime that comes with it. The nerd in me loves the science and trial and error, while the fashionista in me is obsessed with Jamie Hyneman‘s iconic beret, or his partner-in-crime’s hipster thick-rimmed glasses.

I haven’t broken into a run since 2002.  That was sophomore year of high school, when I used to get in trouble in P.E. class for leisurely bicep-curling five pound weights and gossiping with hoodrat girls who called me “Tasty Vanilla,” when I should have been pumping iron.  But, alas,

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

Today’s recipe is a dish I’ve had not once, or even twice, in the past 6 days, like a person who respects themselves and sustaining their life span, but three times because I just ran a marathon and don’t give a fuuuu.  I’ve been on a week-long caloric bender to

Many great local and outside bluegrass and jazz acts grace Amnesia’s sacred stage from week to week. They are all incredibly talented. What about us average Joes, though? Every second and fourth Monday of each month Amnesia plays host to The Pick!, which is an open jam session for anyone

At the end of that bustling Irving Street strip sits Sakura, a tiny little Japanese discount store run by a husband-wife duo. San Francisco has made a snob of me, I realized while initially walking past the store. I’m so over ramen (now I just make a whole can of

Paul Madonna could be called San Francisco’s sketchiest man, but it would only apply in the utmost literal of senses. Known for his pen and ink depictions of SF streetscapes and architectural details, the artist was Mad Magazine’s first-ever art intern before snagging a weekly comic strip in the Chronicle.