Dear Instrucables, How I do so love you’. From your LED Bike Wheel Images to your Star Trek Funerals, your PMA about DIY truly rocks my socks! Many an hour have I spent lustily pursuing your pages, learning the Sidewider, planning to exercise, performing gummy bear surgery’Remember the time we

It’s no secret we love Workshop around here, because who doesn’t love learning how to decorate your $10 IKEA side table with old MUNI transfers or watching girls participating in Aerobics set to a Def Leppard soundtrack? Up until now most of the classes have been “For Newbies”, intro-level kind

There is very little I hate more than a phone tree (aka that automated bullshit when you call just about any company). Cold, mechanical, inefficient and infuriating; it’s altogether worse than say’being in line at the Post Office (where you can at least make faces at the screaming kids). Most

With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows.  (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)

For the most part, I think all people have the ability to be crafty. I mean, we all survive elementary school and figured out how to glue pasta onto things. But there is the rare individual who will wind up gluing their fingers together with a glue gun, licking the

This and more can be found in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. Paying rent can be super expensive, so I figure, if sleeping out in the wilderness was good enough for your ancestors, then it’s good enough for you. Get yourself a tent and some camping gear

Oh, hi there Etsy! What are you up to on Thursday? What’s that? You’re having a Craft Event at the Museum of Craft and Folk Art in San Francisco? Stellar! It’s free for students and a measly $5 for non-students? There’s live music and free* beer? Hooray! Etsy (aka the

One of the things I refuse to spend money on is wrapping paper. The entire concept of buying something just to have someone rip it to shreds and toss it in the trash bugs me out’ Maybe it’s just that it emphasizes the futility of life, how no matter how