Lucy Schiller - Destitute Dispatcher
The Balboa Theatre
I had the fortune or misfortune, depending how you look at it, to have a tonsillectomy exactly a year ago. It may be all ice cream and naptime for kids, but let me tell you, for semi-adults, recovering from a T & A (tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy for you ENT newbies)
Pre-NYE Roller Disco
Any good disco party is, from start to finish, a fleshy, hairy, glittery mess slick with sweat and your choice of several other warm liquids. Any good foray on roller skates is pretty much the same deal, if you’re doing it right. Meaning: combined, they make a gloriously hot pantsed
It’s Kwanzaa Time
Really unfairly, Kwanzaa tends to be the butt of holiday-themed jokes. The multi-day holiday has been around for less than 50 years, honors African-American history and culture, and has, of course, way fewer participants than Christmas or Chanukah. It’s also nonreligious, making that last comparison meaningless. Not only is Kwanzaa
Masala Dosa: Fighting Depression One Naan at a Time
Maybe it’s the fleas I think are roosting in my bed, the five to three shift, or the lessening effects of sustained caffeine intake, but fuck, December is hard. Everyone seems to feel it. It’s like things are funneling really suddenly towards the New Year, the same New Year that
FREE Portrait Day
Long-gone, unfortunately, are the days when unwedded royals swapped portraits and sized each other up for marriage. Ringlets were ogled and dentures examined before anyone decided anything. And then, only then, were locks of hair exchanged. Now we have Facebook (yep, there was no middle ground there at all) and
Spotlight on NoVa: the Painful Allure of Noe Valley
Padmapper, a nifty tool that’s basically a melding of Craigslist with Google Maps, comes in handy for those apartment searches with location, location in mind. And not only does it show you where your new home might be, it shows you where it sure isn’t. A vast, empty space lies
Vagabond Indie Craft Fair
There’s no dearth in San Francisco of bicycle part jewelry, crocheted caps, or fingerless gloves that look somehow like pandas. While I personally own two of those three items, I recognize that they’re only a tiny and too-cutesy subsection of what’s actually a huge and worthwhile movement in San Francisco