So tomorrow is Thanksgiving and if you’re feeling all festive, you can rustle up some loved ones and head down to Macy’s to watch the giant parade balloons inflate like your waistline after that third helping of stuffing (it is FREE, incidentally). Or if you are like many folks, you

Good news to everybody! Spring reared its well-tempered head yesterday and got us all to Ewan-McGregor-in-Trainspotting levels of fiending for a fix of sunshine. Unfortunately, NYC went all Seattle today and its gray as the line between love and hate, but we must still remember that soon there shall be

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I think the word “rockstar” is grossly overused.  I mean who really wants to be a rockstar anymore anyways.  To me the word conjures images of cocaine problems, lycra bodysuits, eyeliner and whiskey dick.  Or wait, maybe I’m just thinking of David Lee Roth. Anyways, if you do categorize yourself

I feel like a bit of an asshole for saying this, but I can go my entire life without seeing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade in person. Standing on a sidewalk with swarms of tourists in the cold cuts into my time for gluttony, napping, super family fun time and yelling

Usually, pretending to be a tourist in NYC is only good for a killer Halloween costume or trying to get a pass for something stupid you’ve done like not having enough cab fair. But at Bloomingdale’s and Macy’s, it pays to be a “visitor.” Folks with out of state drivers

So remember seventh grade and the most awesome song on the radio and in the world at large was “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind, even though all the lyrics minus the chorus were basically unintelligible jibberish?  But that catchy, catchy hook, man!  And truth be told, “Jumper” and “How’s

I’m going to assume most of you skipped the crack of dawn, stampede inducing, celebration of blind consumerism that is Black Friday. But let’s face it, women be shopping, and I am one of those women. Whether I’m up to my ears in credit card debt, I still feel the

While any of you that read this site certainly don’t have the salary to be an active participant of Crabonanza 2009 [I hear the catch this year sucks anyway!], there are more definitely some activities to get you into the holiday spirit after stuffing your face all day. And FYI: