Award shows can be a very laboring affair to watch. The Emmys are pretty meh, the MTV awards are a fucking joke but sometimes people show up wearing pasties, and the Grammy’s are just another opportunity for my ears to be assaulted by the Black Eyed Peas. But everyone always

Remember awhile back when Dubious Ranger wrote me a theme song?  Yeah, that was pretty badass.  Well some of the guys from the band have teamed up with another one of my local favorites, Bhi Bhiman to create a band called King Baldwin. Tonight is the release party for their

The only time I’ve ever attempted to make a film/movie/moving picture, was my senior year of college, shooting a fake condom commercial for a group project (best class EVER). I spent four hours editing a bunch of overexposed footage and teaching myself how to use iMovie, the whole time cursing

As someone who is a broke-ass namely because of my outrageously expensive student loans, the recent protests surrounding education funding are hitting really close to home.  What makes this even harder to swallow is watching people in the news like Sarah Palin misspeaking and subsequently subverting the meaning of things

I decided to take a theatre workshop a couple of weeks ago which required that I go to upstate New York for four days and three nights.  It just so happened that when we pulled in to where we would be staying and workshopping, my colleagues and I realized that

Most free shows at free parties kinda really suck, but tonight’s party sponsored by The Museum of Art and Design and the Fountain Art Fair actually seems kind of awesome.  Public access to the art begins today with performances from ADULT, Depreciation Guild and members of Pains of Being Pure at Heart.

Um.  There will be beef jerky here. If, for some inconceivable reason, you need more convincing than that to go to the third installment of the SF Underground Farmers Market on Saturday night, how ’bout I  add pulled pork, fried chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, foccacia, homemade fresh ginger beer, Hawaiian baked

Nothing to me is grosser than TMZ, US Weekly or InTouch.  Not because I care about the privacy of supposed celebrities, but because every time you buy a copy of a tabloid or tune in to some TV show about celebrity gossip, you are feeding the beast.  Do we really