Protesting never costs anything (unless you get thrown in the Big House, I guess) and for most San Franciscans is a crowd favorite varying from cause-du-jour to meaningful, visceral, in-your-face shit. Like most Californians know by now, the State Supreme Court handed down their convoluted ruling this morning and, naturally,

I guess if you wanted to categorize 440, it could best be described as SOMA-light.  It’s no Chaps II mind you, but if daddies and random acts of oral sex are too intense for you, then you may want to have your Castro Street experience elsewhere.   One incentive to

The dull cold weekend is wrapping up, and you’re probably still hung over from Kelly’s fine work over at Dolores Park yesterday. Since you can’t be in South America like Stu, I’ll still give your broke-asses a free awesome travel tip ‘” most of you without having to leave your

It’s official: school’s out for summer. While I’m attending a lot of graduations in the next couple of days, its still my first week of break. Which can only mean one thing ‘” getting wasted out of my mind. The only problem is that my super-mexican roommate, one of the

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,

I just saw this on the Creme Brulee guy’s twitter page:   “The linda st carts are proud to present LOVE. A wedding at the street carts on Friday. Let’s all try and look our best for the young couple.”      Really?!?  Getting married on a Mission side street,

Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed.  Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively

It stands to reason that, considering the trajectory of my life, there’s a very good chance that I’m gonna be an old, broke, Jew in the future.  In fact, maybe I’ll make stickers that say, “You are old, broke and senile.”  Because of this, it’s in my best interest to help