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FREE BBQ and Show Tonight at the Blarney Stone
My man Matt Murphy just hipped me to this event tonight. They are calling it Night of the Living Drunk 2. Not only is the show FREE, but there is also gonna be FREE BBQ! Although it’s always kinda Halloween in San Francisco, as the actual holiday approaches we al
Save the Amuse Bouche Guy!!!
The lovable and affable Murat, The Mission’s own Amuse Bouche guy, was picked up yesterday by Homeland Security and is possibly going to be deported today!! I just received this email from his wife Pelin, who is an American citizen: Yesterday morning Murat was picked up from our house and
Spectral Ambassadors Grant a FREE Audience – Yokai University SF Campus in J-Town
Hallowe’en may not be part of Japan’s culture, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like a good story about ghosties any less than the rest of us. In Japan, they’re known as yokai and come in all sorts of fun shapes and sizes. It would seem they decided to impart
Comcast Gets Sensual
So y’all ready for this? Ok. So when I had Time Warner Cable I was pissed off all day long. The Bills! The service interruptions! The profoundly inept customer service! Everytime I stared at the screen willing the little arrow to stop turning and for my program to finally be
Hua Zang Si Buddhist Temple
I like to wander. It’s really one of my favorite things to do. You know, just kinda going for a walk and seeing what kind of cool shit I come across. Well for awhile I always noticed this humongous red church on 22nd St and it reminded me of some
Broke-Ass of The Week – Liz Wight of Love Grenades
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit’probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Liz is the lead singer and
FREE Cassettes From My Ex book launch
The first mix tapes I made involved little to no thinking. My sisters and I would throw together tapes for car trips right after my parents got their first CD player. Our pickins’ were limited to whatever my dad had ordered from the Colombia House CD club, so they involved