Rare is the day that this city feels tropical, but there exists a fair-sized contingent that hails from the beautiful Hawai’ian isles to the west that, with their beautiful culture, warms us frigid mainlanders and imagine that we live in a kinder warmer place. Saturday, August 15, Patrick Makuakane and

Imagine taking a vacation to an island that’s a dark and steamy jungle, filled with tropical foliage and tame animals. You’re cozying up next to the fire pit, sipping a freshly squeezed mojito surrounded by the attractive natives. Sound appealing? Well, you’re poor and that’s probably not going to happen

Let’s face it, being a DJ is WAY easier than being in a band.  You have no one to argue with but yourself, you don’t have heavy shit to lug around other than your records, and you get to keep whatever money you make without splitting it five ways.  Fuck,

Does the prospect of a paperless future fill ye with dread?  Do you hearken for the days of calling cards and the innocence of St. Valentine’s Day when all it entailed was cute little notes instead of ghastly dating/relationship disasters? Well someone name Hal Lutsky, is hosting a Vintage Paper

Got this the other day from Robert of the Cardboard Tube Fighting League: You can’t keep a good thing down. Come one, come all, to the Summer 2009 Cardboard Tube Fighting League Tournament. Prepare yourselves for a late afternoon of cardboard tube wielding mayhem as contestants vie for the title

It’s been 13 years since the the Mission Creek Music Festival first began, and this year they’ve decided to take their awesome rating up a notch and attain the highly salivated after rank of “Awesomer”.  That’s right, while the festival is raging throughout Oakland and San Francisco from July 10th-25th

The sun is doing a strange thing here in San Francisco.  It’s shining.  Brightly.  In July.  I made the mistake of wearing a wife-beater yesterday while searching for Divine Nonchalance and now have a very silly looking sunburn line.  I sometimes forget that I’m actually a ginger kid who’s hair