My friend and I went trolling the streets and returned with a My Little Pony, sparkly fake flowers, and teddy bear. Then we doused them with lighter fluid and set them on fire in a vacant lot for our own entertainment. Luckily, some artists are less self-centered than us, and

I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

Sometime last week a friend hit me up to let me know that he was working at a place that was about to open called The Blackbird, and that I should come through on opening night.  I was certainly interested in seeing what they’d done to the place.  The last

By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city.  Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case.  That’s why when the weather

  Open studio strolls are a great way to see a broad cross section of local art and down a wide array of  cheap beer and spirits.  I don’t need to tell you it can be an art-appreciating scavenger’s paradise.  So, I’ll tell a story instead.   Although I’m writing

The HANG Art Annex is throwing a party on Saturday where you can watch art being made live, while drinking FREE beer.  Also, all the art created that day will be sold for $50 per piece.  That way those of you who still haven’t decorated your room yet after living

In college I had some seriously embarrassing posters on my wall.  One of those “My Goodness, My Guinness!” vintage beer ads (ha ha, get it? Sometimes I get drunk!) a corny, fake-introspective Van Gogh interior and some horrifically lame William Bouguereau abomination with frolicking cherubs so feminine it practically had