Even if though I’m finished with college, September brings a feeling that I should be buckling down and kicking some ass in my classes. Admittedly, I miss the intellectual discourse of higher education, but I don’t miss the knots my stomach developed every finals week. Sure, you can read to

Call me a bitch, but its rare that I share a good deal. Even on this website. Despite the fact that I’ve managed to lose all my integrity as a person and a journalist after working with Stu for just under a year, I still try to keep some cred

Today marks the beginning of the long, sad farewell to Spring ’10 Fashion Week.  The white tents slowly collapse, the incessant New York Magazine Fashion Updates finally cease and a dehydrated and caffeine-addled Rachel Zoe flies back to Los Angeles and her hyperbaric chamber in which she will sleep until

North Beach can be a conflict of interests.  You got all this cool history, the center of the city’s Italian culture, aaaand…douche bags.  Even after you live in the city for years, you still make the occasional excursion over to this venerable hood hoping for the best, and usually getting

While I wish I had time to write something snarky about being high, eating tacos and looking at art, I don’t.  So I just have to cut and paste.  Sorry I gotta go to work.  Please enjoy my cutting and pasting skills: High Line Art will debut this Thursday with Specials,

Homeygrown’s Biannual Clothing Exchange SWAP! NOT SHOP! is this Saturday the 19th at Soundwave Studios in Oakland.  Their loftier goal: to ‘œcounteract the disposable nature of consumerism by providing the time and place for shopping renegades to recycle clothes and other reusable items.’  Their lower goal: get you boozed up

I know the summer isn’t technically over until September 22, but I’m going to go ahead and draw a line in the sand here and now.  THE BUCK STOPS HERE, as that racist bastard Harry Truman would say.  In fact, these words were carved on a sign he had in

There are few bars in the Castro that don’t give me the willies. While on vacation in San Francisco before moving here I went into Badlands. Innocently fooled by the large crowd, it got me thinking that it may be a somewhat respectable establishment. On my trek through the bar