With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows.  (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)

I just saw this a few minutes ago on Facebook.  The restaurant Namu has been doing this thing on Mondays where they give out FREE food while a DJ spins and motherfuckers dance their asses off.  If that doesn’t have your broke-asses written all over it, then I’ve completely underestimated

When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos.  Needless to

I only know a few things about Michigan, and I have to say, I’m not too impressed.  I know there are some lakes around it, the weather is shitty, guys from Detroit are assholes, cars are made there, and part of it’s shaped like a mitten. Something I can’t dispute,

I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the resurrection of the big JC than watching a bunch of adults riding big wheels down a crazy windy street. While I am not hardcore enough to throw myself down said hill on a child’s play thing, I am very much

As art museums go, I’ve found that YBCA can be surprisingly broke ass-friendly. Actually, I think I’ve been there 4 or 5 times and I have yet to actually pay for admission to anything. But in addition to FREE first Tuesdays every month (that’d be next Tuesday, the 6th) they

I spent last Saturday at Harbin Hot Springs up north of Napa, where I paid $30 to have access to their day spa resources. This included three different pools of varying degrees, a sauna, numerous sunbathing decks, and really great hiking trails. “But Becky,” you’re asking, “why would you drive