As a general rule, I feel odd writing about events going on at my place of employment.  One because its redundant and two..well, best leave that one alone. Most people that have lived in the city for more than five years or live in the Outer Mission/ Bernal/ Excelsior hoods

Once upon a time, not long ago , a group of avaricious sales directors over at Colt 45  heard tell of a place called Williamsburg. After snatching a skinny-jean-ed young man from the L train platform they forced him to reveal his secrets about the land beyond The River. Delightedly

Julia Wertz is a favorite of ours over here at Broke-Ass HQ.  Her books and zines are fantastic and both Monica and I check FartParty.org often.  If you remember a bit back Julia was Broke-Ass of the Week.  In fact it’s been our second most read post, just behind the

So I found out that there’s a free screening of the hilarious, awesome Grandma’s Boy tonight in NYC.  My plan was to enlighten each and everyone one of you with the time and location but guess what? The site that I learned about it from CHARGES MONEY to give you

One of the things I love about The Knockout is that, generally speaking, those motherfuckers are down for whatever.  Just take a look at this post from Mission Mission where Kink.com rented out The Knockout to film some kind of bdsm porn.  You know you’re a down for whatever kind of

  A penny saved is a beer undrunk tonight, which misleadingly paints Ben Franklin in the ugly light of  the big sopping wet blanket.  Too bad he is a huge baller, rocking hard-partying synapses to come up with incredible discoveries and inventions like the Franklin Stove, which doubled heat output

Kelly from the Indie Mart (which is coming up on June 21st) just informed me of an AWESOME party on Friday.  Timbuk2 is celebrating their 20th anniversary by feeding you, getting you drunk, making you dance, and letting you design some bags!  What the fuck?  Who’s birthday is it again?  Can

  At the last reggae night at M Lounge we listened to the latest music from the island courtesy a recently returned couple who asked a local to make them a disc.  Nevermind that they were two whitefolk from Jersey, the music was straight Jamaican, which would disappoint fans of