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I’m sick of reading articles with variations on the “10 under $10” theme. When you’re broke (read: down to your last $10), people shouldn’t be telling you to use it for “great deals on rape whistles” or “cute beach finds.” I propose a more useful approach. Here’s how NOT to

It’s time to get pickled… Obviously, “Pickling’ is the new hot social gathering going on these days. (Which I just found out is also called “the art of preserving”…) My uber cool little sister Heather hosts these parties where her friends come over and pickle the shit out of a

What’s summer without a decent block party? You know, just you and your closest 1,000 friends, some drinks, some jams, something like THIS. You get the picture. Summer is almost over you guys, I saw some leaves fall off a tree, JUST THE OTHER DAY, so it’s time to get

Hooray!!! Ten Dollar T-Shirts Everyday!!! Let’s face it, you love t-shirts. Who doesn’t? It’s so casual and when they have something on them it makes for a nice ice-breaker to begin a conversation. Personally I like to be unique, so when I see someone else wearing a shirt with the

Sometimes I really like a band and decide to interview them. When it’s for SFGate, I’m required to be somewhat ladylike. When it’s for Brokeass, I’m required (allowed) to be slightly more irreverent. Thus I have to find ways of making fun of the band, just a little. Some bands

The other day I took a walk around the block after lunch at work, and I came back with a whole bunch of fruit and herbs that I basically stole from the neighbors trees. Luckily, I work in a residential area, and no one was around to see me swiping

Just talked to the dudes from Zodiac Death Valley. Besides the fact that they are playing at the Independent this Thursday, July 21st, with Cannons and Clouds and LILAC (who I interviewed here a couple weeks ago), I don’t know a ton about this band. But after interviewing them I

When I lived in San Francisco, I simply didn’t appreciate the local dating pool.  You see, SF guys generally fall into one of two categories: Peter Pan Syndrome-sufferer/ borderline alcoholic, or douchey nerd-turned-frat-boy-turned-corporate-hack/ borderline alcoholic.  The thing is, now that I live in the pretentious, chambray-and-khaki wasteland that is NYC,