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

Neighbourhood designation is a debate that never tires in this town.  I suppose that’s true of most places, but before you know it you’ll be at a party where two people are squaring off over what amounts to a one block radius.  Old Todo guides are cited and people are

As I write this I find I am having a little bit of a crisis of conscience.  That is because I am recommending that people go see stand-up comedy at The Knitting Factory in Brooklyn on March 7th at nine pm.  It is not because I didn’t enjoy myself when