Maybe it’s because I’m no longer in college, but it seems to me that nobody cares about underground hip-hop anymore.  I remember having long, late night conversations over Budweiser and ganja, arguing the meanings of Aesop Rock lyrics and trying to decide if Slug’s “Lucy” was an actual person.  Those were the days

  Open studio strolls are a great way to see a broad cross section of local art and down a wide array of  cheap beer and spirits.  I don’t need to tell you it can be an art-appreciating scavenger’s paradise.  So, I’ll tell a story instead.   Although I’m writing

I’ve recently moved to the Richmond, which, among many SF purists, isn’t in ‘œThe City.’  I too used to be one of these loveable douchebags that thought there was nothing worth a damn past 19th Avenue.  But I’ve gotten over it, especially considering that my cheap rent, chill neighbors, huge

I finally came across the Amuse Bouche Guy that Allan keeps talking about on Mission Mission.  Along with the Creme Brulee Guy, and the Magic Curry Kart, the Amuse Bouche Guy seems to represent that good old American spirit of making something out of nothing.  Except he’s French, not American.

  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

  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

Good god!  Two of the best things this country has ever created, soul music and soul food, are being doled out for FREE tonight at 330 Ritch.  While the party is technically called Pacific Standard Time (PST), I’m calling it Awesome! Farmer Brown will be there with FREE soul food