I have a bad taste in my mouth from last night, which I’ve narrowed down to extra durrrty martinis or the two double cheeseburgers I ate at 3 am at the Delancey/Essex McDonald’s where a drunk dude in a blazer almost got socked by the on duty Wo-manager for taking

Titillation from yesteryear, my friends. The days when Sodom by the Bay was known for its everyman’s mud and brew.  Crisp, dry, cool and golden joy juice flowing like a geyser on the slopes of Potrero.  Enchanting neon goblet!  Like that “soft glow of electric sex” Jean Shepard wrote of. Where

  The San Francisco International Film Festival is one of the city’s great claims to fame. Known as the first of its kind in the nation, many films from overseas get their first premiere on our shores. Pretty exciting shit, since we are the first to see some fairly amazing films before

I’ve spent the past few days neglecting your pickled livers with posts about filmmakers, workshops, and literary panels so I guess I need to reel some of you back with a bucket of chum and a dash of glam.  The problem is, I’m finding free a little hard to track

Yesterday was Earth Day and I didn’t do anything beyond breathe some oxygen and fertilize some porcelain.  Well, that isn’t entirely true. First, there is no way that toilet was porcelain and second, I went to see Spike Lee speak at the SOHO Apple Store, which i DID tell you

  The good thing about class is that since you can’t buy it,  you can fake it.  It’s not like an apartment.  No un-roofied date will believe you when you say the junkie passed out on the stoop is the doorman and, ahem, his uniform is in the wash.  Or

  A cookie is a little morsel of happiness.  Nobody eats a cookie and then goes out and commits  a heinous act of violence; twinkies maybe, but not cookies.  There are few things in life that can brighten your day like a good one (unless you’re diabetic of course, in which case it absolutely ruins