I remember way back when going to hang out at Milk on Haight meant listening to rap DJ’s and getting accosted for dollar menu money by the loiterers in front of McDonald’s, but my how things have changed. The dollar menu at Mickey D’s is gone and our friends over

Remember that time you got your hands on a camcorder when you were a kid (or teenager, or college student, or full grown adult) and you suddenly knew, that this thing you held in your hands would be your key to becoming a rich and famous director like Martin Scorsese

Up here in the northernmost and wettest reaches of Alta California, la Independencia isn’t even a blip on the radar most years.  Which is why, on this, the Bicentennial of Mexico’s  Independence and Centennial of the Revolution, I had hoped to be in DF drinking cubas, eating chiles en nogada

A few weeks ago, SF Weekly sponsored this awesome happy hour event at The Irish Bank where for only $10, you could pound all the Widmer Hefeweizen and Drifter you and your buddies could handle for two hours. Understandably, not all of you were able to make it out for this.

Screenprinting, fermenting, hot-gluing, oh my! This month is like a DIY lover’s entry to Oz, a land where everything is more colorful because of spraypaint, mosaic tiles, and vintage fabric. Did you read that NY Times article about how we can’t grow up and get “real” jobs? Well, I don’t

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ve got a foul mouth and an even dirtier mind.  I mean, I took a write up about a reading at the Knockout and turned it into this for fuck’s sake.  I like twisted stories and completely uncouth jokes’the more demented, the better.

What’s better than going on a treasure hunt?  The possibility of winning a round of drinks!  I just saw this on yelp and I thought it sounded pretty damn cool.  Here’s the full description: Think fast. Play together. Drink Beer. Love Treasure Hunts? Love Beer? You’ve come to the right