I’m only good at two “sports” disc golf and ping pong.  I’ve covered disc golf in an earlier post, but haven’t had a chance to play some good old ping pong in a while.  A good friend took it upon himself to track down a bar in the city that

Halloween can be painful– and for reasons besides buying bags of mini-candies at the drugstore, eating them all at once while lounging in bed watching Netflix, and subsequently worrying about tummy aches/lack of dental insurance/pants button-popping (haaayyy).  Rather, Halloween can be a financial pain for people on a budget, a.k.a.

Halloween’s around the corner and pretty soon you’ll have a mess of pumpkin goo all over your kitchen table- you know, post-carving fest, of course. But I’m thinking maybe it would be a good idea not to throw it out, because after all that drinking, late-night munchies, party sweat, and

As the American job market continues to take a downward spiral, even “normal” people have taken to panhandling these days. The stereotype goes that if you are standing on a street corner, begging for money, you must be a drunk. This doesn’t necessarily seem to be the case today. Even

Do NOT forget your dancing shoes this weekend on your MUNI commute, because there’s a special bonus included with your usual $2 fare. If you find yourself on the K, L, or M MUNI lines on October 15 and 16, you will find yourself as a part of the audience

Well, it’s that time again. Another election year is already underway here in SF, and it already looks like it’s shaping up to be a corker. With everyone and that’s gonna be on the ballot, we thought it might help to help you get to know the contenders a little

Within a week of moving to New York, I was dead-broke (I had a little credit but not much).  My new friendly coworkers wanted to go out drinking, so I cunningly persuaded them to trek all the way to Brooklyn to my new favorite bar, The Levee.  Upon entering they

I take a certain degree of pleasure in whipping out my ATM card. Shiny and gray as a sleek piece of steel, it reads “San Francisco Fire Credit Union” across the front, a fact that occasionally gets me a double take. I look nothing like a fireman. I look nothing