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DIY Diva: Five Things I Wanna Make
Heyo – the MIA DIY Diva here. Between computer blow-ups, work and the stomach flu it has been a rather craptacular couple of weeks over here. Bright side, as I’ve been mostly stuck at home on the couch, I’ve been crafting my little fingers to the bone. (Seriously, I’m typing
$5 Pad Thai Party at Note Thai
Elementary school was awesome for random food rewards. If you got enough stars on a chalkboard, brought in the most canned goods, or stayed quiet during spelling tests, you occasionally received pizza, pop corn, or ice cream parties. Now that we’re adults, we’re just expected to do well and buy
FREE Cal Academy Nightlife Admission on (or near) your birthday.
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
Beard Ball: Go Beard or Go Home!
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
Broke-Ass of the Week – Deven Harrison
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.
Speak-up Please: Queer Community Meeting on Living, Working and Gentrification in SF
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
No Glove No Love: $3 Off Admission to the Museum of Sex
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
