Market SF combines two of my favorite things: alcohol and art!  When don’t they go together?!  Happily, each and every Saturday the two combine to help local artists and designers find patrons, and vice versa.  Even if you can’t afford the art it’s a great opportunity to learn you some

How many times have you been sitting around in your apartment watching reruns of “Intervention” on that shitty Ikea couch that your roommate broke (yes, broke) who knows how many years ago, but has never fixed and thought, “You know, I love watching this guy ruin his life by smoking

Look, I’m not a selfish person. I don’t ask for much, I pay my taxes, I give the occasional financial pledge to the destitute and homeless, I hold doors open for strangers. I do good things. So grant me your understanding and spare me your judgment when I tell you

The Mission Creek Music and Arts Festival officially kicked off with yesterday’s free happy hour at the Make Out Room, but there are still plenty of events coming up all over town this weekend between the musical acts at Amnesia, Eagle Tavern and the Knockout and the film screenings at

The d.i.y., rock’n’roll circus is back and better than ever this month! July’s Indie Mart at Thee Parkside will be the best yet with tons of the stuff you know and love and more new stuff than ever! That dude Broke-Ass Stuart will there be doing Broke-Ass Crafts so you

Hey, you know what most operas are lacking? Electro pop and 70s gospel. But not in Matt Marks’ opera The Little Death: Vol. 1 at Incubator Arts Project. The play is about two evangelical christian teenagers trying to make their relationship right with the Lord, through songs with catchy hooks

While I like to think of myself as this fly girl who regularly hob knobs with up and coming musicians, I think that sentence right there proves my terminally uncoolness, and the importance of having creative friends. I first heard about Hypernova, as I usually hear about these things, in

I recently had some effing delicious homebrew made by some friends, who I now think are some kind of wizards or something because how could beer made at home taste like anything other than butt?  But seriously, this beer was comparable to anything you’d buy at any one of the