Stuart covered this last year when the museum was brand-spaking-new and the FREE day was a proceed-at-your-own-risk kind of activity.  But now the museum is old news and the novelty has sort of worn off, unless you haven’t been there yet, in which case you should go on Wednesday because

A few years ago Oaklandish began with a simple idea: design a logo that would celebrate the history and culture of Oakland.  But the ‘œroots’ logo became so popular it set off a domino effect and now there is a clothing company, an awesome website, a farmers’ market rig, and

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Some people just cannot tell a joke.  Case in point: Uncle Jerry. My friend Alice brought her friend Mike to her family reunion.  It was a huge gathering at a nice restaurant and Mike was a hit with the whole family, the little kids jumping on him, the teenage girls

Do your genitals explode? Do you have a penis growing on your head?  Does your copulation last 10 weeks? Are you 200,000 times smaller than your mate? Are your sex toys made of leaves and twigs?  Do you drug your lover with a no-cheating potion?  Knowing this audience, I suspect

Living in a city can sometimes get a little claustrophobic, and when that happens the best thing to do is go to the country and get your hands dirty (and I mean in some real soil, not Muni bus stop grime).  Since “going to the country” is easier said than

The Broke-Ass modus operandi is usually to take peoples’ unwanted stuff.  We’re the ones inclined to pull couches off the sidewalk, dumpster-dive, and accept any and all kinds of FREE hand-me-downs.  But in this day and age, when even the last vestiges of analogue are going digital, even the brokest

We all see our friends do a lot of crazy and embarrassing things on New Year’s, but as a non-drinker, I actually remember it all the next day (much to the chagrin of my friends). In case you get a little too crazy this year, and life imitates art (and

I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some