The sun is out and the people are shining vibrant shades of pink.  Nice days in San Francisco mean mainly one thing for the denizens of the Mission, Noe Valley, and The Castro: fucking off all day in Dolores Park. I was walking through DP yesterday when I ran into

While the banks in our country are struggling to stay above water, there is just one last chance that you can stick it to them for not playing their cards right and get something for free. Saturday is the last chance to be apart of the Bank of America Museums

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they

Yes that’s right.  Some absolute genius in Burlingame decided to create a museum devoted entirely to the strange and wondrous Pez and it’s dispensers.  Apparently the rarest Pez dispenser in the collection is worth $5,000 and is a Mr. Potato Head character that was was taken off the market in 1973 because

  Ah yes.  It’s that time of year again.  The St. Stupid’s Day Parade is upon us making it OK to dress up in cockamamie costumes and commit acts of complete buffoonery throughout the streets of San Francisco.  Look, I know that this sounds like everyday in the fine and glorious

I’m not a coffee drinker.  Not that there’s anything wrong with it (for fuck’s sake, we all know I have more vices than I can count), it’s just never been my thing.  But I certainly know how important the dark drink is to some people.  Back in high school I

When it comes to Sunday morning coming down, the city’s homo denizens pretty much have a routine worked out, whether it be brunch, salsa, or the beer bust.  What happens after those wrap up has always been a little problematic if you aren’t completely shattered or haven’t already followed someone

How is it that hippies save my ass every time? Just when I’m flat broke and have $65 in my bank account [because of moving and it being the end of the month], the Really Really Free Market pops up. Yes, that’s not just reiteration to get you to come…only