The newest addition to Berkeley’s already abundant series of farmers markets is the Beehive Market, a market with seemingly younger, hipper, and better-looking patrons. But this is how most Bay Area food events seem to be evolving. It used to be the scruffy, bearded old-timers buying and selling kale, but

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

Screenprinting, fermenting, hot-gluing, oh my! This month is like a DIY lover’s entry to Oz, a land where everything is more colorful because of spraypaint, mosaic tiles, and vintage fabric. Did you read that NY Times article about how we can’t grow up and get “real” jobs? Well, I don’t

On Monday, September 13th I have the great honor of opening for Sam Amidon at Café Du Nord. Sam’s a folk singer from Vermont who reinvents old Appalachian folk songs into modern masterpieces. So I’m being a bit grandiose, but everything I hear about the guy is nothing but goodness!

Hoodstock Music Festival lands in Oakland this weekend. There’s been a lot of buildup for this event with hush-hush venues, stay-tuned-for headliners, and a recently announced third day event called “Acoustic Hangover Relief” (hangover cures built right into the festival!). Check out the Facebook invite for more info and the

Jimmy Fallon is hosting the boring Emmy Awards on Sunday and he’s letting folks with too much time on their hands write some of his introductions. Tomorrow (Wednesday), NBC will announce a partial list of presenters. Then it’s up to you to concoct witty intros and tweet them to Jimmy

Did you see the Triplets of Belleville? If not, you need to. I’m afraid to admit that I usually don’t like animation but this is on another level. Because it’s French. They might not be as good at welcoming tourists, quitting smoking, or bathing, but they’re better at things like

Here’s the deal. My friends Avery Monsen and Jory John wrote a genius little book called “All My Friends Are Dead.” I bought it years ago, back when it was a zine and these dudes were the funniest guys I knew. Now it’s a book (their second  published by Chronicle