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By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city.  Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case.  That’s why when the weather

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: What do you do when you need to be satisfied in two totally different ways and you haven’t a penny to

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.

The blog How to Get Rid of Things isn’t a screaming call for divestment, although that would be nice too.  As they say,  it is a “do-it-yourself guide dedicated to helping you prevent, eliminate or remove common annoyances from your life.”  What kind of annoyances?   Well,  How to Get Rid

So the California Academy of Sciences decided to be smart and ration off free days for residents in SF by zipcode, instead of having the entire city bombard the entire place in just one day. An even better deal than Nightlife, these free days allow you to view all habitats

Considering that I took the plunge yesterday and bought myself a shiny new Ipod Touch, I’m seriously scraping change from the bottom of my purse here. Today I’m heading out for an A’s game in Oakland ‘” $2 seats, baby! ‘” and if you want to read about the hilarity

Protesting never costs anything (unless you get thrown in the Big House, I guess) and for most San Franciscans is a crowd favorite varying from cause-du-jour to meaningful, visceral, in-your-face shit. Like most Californians know by now, the State Supreme Court handed down their convoluted ruling this morning and, naturally,

One evening, after arriving to go to what was promised to be a very rare and awesome party in the otherwise-barren nightlife wasteland that is downtown NYC, I found myself with a bunch of dudes, semi-stranded after the cops shut down the said awesome 5-story (allegedly clandestine) dance party.  Thinking