The newest addition to Berkeley’s already abundant series of farmers markets is the Beehive Market, a market with seemingly younger, hipper, and better-looking patrons. But this is how most Bay Area food events seem to be evolving. It used to be the scruffy, bearded old-timers buying and selling kale, but

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

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

The first time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in the movie theater with a high school boyfriend (now a writer for ‘Modern Family’…fuck me).  The second time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in a parking lot in Seattle, which was actually incredibly awesome. The third time I saw ‘Amelie’ I’m pretty sure

Waaaay back in April I told you about a Michigan-based band called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and I had a dream. My dream was selfish, but heartfelt: That Jr. Jr., whose demos had been on constant repeat on my iPod since I got my grabby grabby little hands on them,

From the plate glass windows and penny arcades to the small plate restaurants and stylish swill holes, Mission Street changes her gown to accommodate her guests as often as the seasons change elsewhere. Somewhere in between the women in the picture hats and the latest bumper crop of flannel and

Yes, neighbors, it’s time for the fall edition of the Divis Art Walk — and I’m not going to be there.  I wish I was, though, because the last art walk here was described to me as “crazy, fratty drunkenness taking over the sidewalks,” and that’s definitely my kind of