Yesterday, Stuart tipped you off to free museum admission on the first Tuesday of the month, but we all know that sometimes it’s really hard to impress people by acting like a grown up at an art museum. Lucky for you, you can take your 8-year-old self to a couple

Between shipping out books, shirts and bags, I spend WAY too much time in this particular post office. Considering I started doing zines in 2004, I’ve been coming here roughly once a week or so for about five years. And all I’ve gotten for my trouble is a lowered general moral and a lot of time standing in line. I’ve given this place some of my best years. What follows is the 3 reasons why I hate this place so much.

Living in a city can sometimes get a little claustrophobic, and when that happens the best thing to do is go to the country and get your hands dirty (and I mean in some real soil, not Muni bus stop grime).  Since “going to the country” is easier said than

Ah Point Bonita.  Mystical.  Magical.  No one knows the true translation, but some have said it is ancient Mayan for “Clive Owen’s Happy Place.”  Not really, but I’m sure if Mr. Owen were to venture on the half-mile hike to the beautiful and historical Point Bonita Lighthouse in the Marin

I doubt I’m alone in thinking that paying an expensive cover for an open bar staffed by cater waiters in a hotel conference room-turned-nightclub is pretty overrated. In fact, I’m willing to bet most readers’ New Year’s Eve plans involve at least two of the following: mini bottles of champagne

If you read the internet in San Francisco, you may have caught this one already: For the 10th year running SFMTA is providing FREE Muni service on New Year’s Eve. So save those two dollars, and bring a bag of ice or a stack of plastic cups to your party

I posted this a few weeks ago but figured I’d repost it since it’s happening tomorrow.  Go dance off some of those holiday calories! I’m more of a drinker than a dancer, but I’ve been known to get down every once in awhile.  Like If I’m out and some James