Arts and Culture

A long-winded, desperate justification for swilling booze at Art Openings
The other day, Stuart provided the etymology for mack and hoodlum. Not one to be outdone, I’d like to turn to Tom Wolfe’s The Painted Word (the critics responses excerpted in wikipedia are hilarious and make me look like an asshole!) to explain how I can antisocially walk into a

Bay to Breakers Update
by Broke-Ass Stuart From Edward Sharpless, the guy spearheading the movement to save Bay to Breakers: Unfortunately, I don’t have good news for you. Yesterday, I did not hear from race organizers until after 5 PM, even though we had a 4 PM call scheduled

Don’t miss the FREE shows during Noise Pop
By Broke-Ass Stuart Thanks to both Monica the Intern (from this website) and Maris from Bay Area Bourgeois for hipping me to all the great FREE shows going on during this year’s Noise Pop Festival. If you’ve got tips for great cheap shit hit me up at info@brokeassstuart.com. People all over

Grill Cheese Cook Off in Dolores Park!
by Broke-Ass Stuart Good God! Can you think of anything more just and holy in the world? My fingers are trembling too much from excitement to get into all the details, so just click here for the 411. It’s happening today, like right now. GO!
Press Conference to Save Bay to Breakers Today!
This is YOUR race so come out and show your support! It takes place at 11:30am on the steps of SF’s City Hall. See you there! To learn more about the cause, go here

Press Conference to Help Save Bay to Breakers on Thursday
by Broke-Ass Stuart For all those who’ve been keeping up on the whole ruining of Bay to Breakers ordeal, I’ve got some interesting news. The Citizens for the Preservation of Bay to Breakers, a group of which I’m on the committee, has decided to hold a press conference on the

The best thing you can do this week
by Broke-Ass Stuart I rarel’‹y give my full endor’‹semen’‹t to a music’‹ group’‹.’‹ Sure I may help promo’‹te a frien’‹d’’‹s thing’‹ every’‹ once in awhil’‹e,’‹ but it’s not often’‹ that I’m willi’‹ng to throw’‹ my weigh’‹t behin’‹d somet’‹hing and give it my full seal of appro’‹val.’‹ That

Cupid is for Babies, Adults go for Fairies
It’s the day after and cupid has shit in his diaper and cigarette breath. I, on the other hand, have jalepeno tequila on my breath and haven’t defecated – too much cheese at the house party in Bushwick. It was manageably “festive” – a guy drew a picture of