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I Heart New York and Stuff
Few things are more iconic than the I “HEART” NY logo that has been emblazoned on shopping bags, T-shirts and virtually everything else imaginable and has spawned a billion imitators. The designer, seminal creative icon Milton Glaser has been honored at an SVA exhibition devoted to his work and this
DIY Diva: My Grossest Project Yet
Heyo – the DIY Diva here with my grossest, most disgusting project yet. Today I’m going to talk today about building my very own composting bin. I just moved to an apartment in Oakland which has a huge backyard. My housemates and I have discussed starting a sort-of urban farm
Happy Hour at Ike’s Place! FREE CHIPS AND A DRINK!
Ike’s has gotten crowded. REAL crowded. Man V. Food can definitely do that to a place. Even though the lines are longer than ever, Ike is sweetening the deal with his awesome smile and a happy hour deal for all of his favorite customers. Order any sandwich between the house
Penny Beer and Quarter Bourbon at Ellis Bar!
Normally, bartenders get pissed when people pay for drinks with fists full of change. Sure, you can buy booze with the change festering at the bottom of your bag. It just usually involves plunking down a stack of nickels and dimes in the Plexiglas window at a bodega. Sitting on
Joy Juice on Wheels – Guardian Tour de Fat Hellriaser Thursday 6pm-9pm
Heralding the New Belgium Tour de Fat, the perennial fun-pushers at the San Francisco Bay Guardian have orchestrated one of their delightful hellraisers at the Gestalt Haus this afternoon for all you chrome and rubber enthusiasts. With slashed prices on all sorts of sudsy refreshment the happy hour promises to be a real corker.
Broke-Ass of the Week – Jesika Gorton
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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. This time around our Broke-Ass of
The Patriot Saloon
Anna gave her account of this place a few months back. I just thought I’d weigh in with mine as well: Recently liberated bras dangle from the ceiling, bearing silent witness to the mayhem below, while drunk young things struggle to hear each other’s pickup lines over intolerably loud country