One of the very first events I attended as a wide-eyed little 18-year-old in San Francisco was a local film festival at the Red Vic Movie House. Since then I have been absolutely in love with the tiny theater in upper Haight, where you can eat popcorn in wooden bowls

Japanese pop culture rules. The nutty hair-dos, goth style, cool music, photo booth arcades and wacky fashions are 100% fawesome and I just can’t get enough. Makes me want a big, steaming bowl of ramen. MMMM… Now that I’ve sufficiently generalized an entire country’s popular culture (and poorly at that),

I didn’t quite realize until I moved into a new apartment a few months ago exactly how much crap I own.  Whether it’s my collection of Dawson’s Creek DVDs or underwear that I’ve had since eighth grade (seriously), there’s a lot of junk hanging out in dresser drawers and buried at

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.