Back when I was a productive member of society, my company volunteered at the Annual Big Book Sale run by the Friends of the San Francisco Library. All the details are pretty hazy right now, but I remember being bossed around by some snippy senior citizens and lugging tons upon

Obviously public libraries are great. They’re free, they have an endless supply of books, and they generally don’t care if you’re a little late with the returns. But certainly there have been times in your life, as you find yourself careening towards grown-up-ness, when you feel like a modest collection

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

Alright, my long-suffering laptop is pretty much IN its death throes as I type so let’s get right into it, shall we? Let’s talk books. The same problem I have with paper, I have with books. I’ve lived in the same place for two years and still have boxes (yup,

“New York was his town and it always would be…”  I’ve always wanted to read that fictional novel by Isac Davis (Manhattan, Woody Allen, 1979), because you know what I can’t get enough of?  Talking and thinking about New York City.  Now’s the season (when it’s not blindingly hot and

If you fancy yourself a pirate, a bibliophile, a treasure hunter or all of the above, then I know what you’re doing this Saturday night! McSweeney’s is celebrating it’s newest book release, The Clock Without a Face, with a FREE party and nationwide treasure hunt. How awesomazing is that!? Twelve

Sure, I spend a lot of time writing about food, my feelings and the dog from my favorite commercial ever, but buried deep in the recesses of my brain, there’s a bestseller brewing.  I can feel it.  A real page-turner about a sassy, twenty-something broke-ass who works in cafes all

If there is one thing I learned from my days of watching Levar Burton blow my little mind with the wonderful world of books, is that reading is spelled F-U-N. Twenty years of required reading and book reports undid some of his teachings, but in my current hardcore Broke-Ass state

Since I’ve moved to New York in 2005, this winter has by far been the coldest, windiest, and most blizzard-y one.  Now more than ever I feel myself much less inclined to step outside, especially when the wind sounds like something in Misselthwaite Manor, a la The Secret Garden.  Though,