Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

I’ve been waiting tables off and on for about 10 years, and I spent my first year in Brooklyn waiting tables at a diner in Park Slope. It was a fantastic cultural introduction to New York. When a lady ordered an egg cream, I had to go ask the other

Ha! I bet you thought I was going to give you some cheap and crafty recipe to make your own samoas or whatever. Nope, this week I’m flipping the usual “Upgrade Your Comfort Foods” because I want to talk about one of my favorite things in the grocery store: knockoff

Everyone knows the tired cliches of people setting up their laptops in public and banging away at the keys to make themselves feel more writerly. But sometimes you really do need to work someplace that isn’t your messy house, or a depressing, urine soaked library. For that purpose, my favorite

I think I just now realized that there are MONTHS (plural!) left in winter. It has passed the point where the season is a charming novelty. I have finally grasped that for at least two more months there will be darkness, there will be cold and most importantly, there will

Wondering what to do for fun this week?  Feeling a little dead inside?  Wake yourself up with an event for each of the 5 senses! HEAR: Who doesn’t love weird art?  Well, a lot of people, but if you do love it, here is yet another Berkeley Art Museum L@te

You might remember Jeff from his FREE Chinese food Jewish Christmas, or some of the other times he’s done FREE food and movies at The Riptide.  Well my man is up to it again tomorrow night at the kick off party for the SF Ocean Film Festival. I’ll post the

Anyone remember Chumley’s?  This restored 1920s speakeasy-turned-restaurant/bar was described in New York Magazine as ‘œcluttered with dog-eared photos of famous writers and the jackets of their most influential tomes’ It’s not hard to imagine Hemingway and Fitzgerald bickering in a back corner over a few too many whiskeys.’  With a