On Easter Sunday the hipsters, techsters, youngsters, oldsters, hip-hoppers, cross dressers, selfie takers & merrymakers all converged on San Francisco’s most curviest crookedest street – Vermont Street– for the 16th annual Bring Your Own Big Wheel Race (BYOBW).

The merry crew of Hard French is pulling up anchor from the river and sailing to Potrero Hill this weekend, as the official arbiters of fun for the Out Loud Comedy Festival Wrap Party.  Usual dancing to the discos is at perennial garden spot, El Rio, but the port for

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

The d.i.y., rock’n’roll circus is back and better than ever this month! July’s Indie Mart at Thee Parkside will be the best yet with tons of the stuff you know and love and more new stuff than ever! That dude Broke-Ass Stuart will there be doing Broke-Ass Crafts so you

Okay, it’s been awhile since you heard, er, read my voice but I figured you missed me.  Didn’t you?  You keep thinking, “Where is Monica the Intern?”  Right?  I knew it. But I digress. The real reason I showed back up here on this little soapbox is to tell you

Remember Domonique Echeverria?  She’s a former Broke-Ass of the Week and a self described, “Liza Minelli loving, gypsy glam rocker tranny trapped inside of a real woman’s body”.  Ah ha!…now you remember!  It’s pretty safe to say that anyone who identifies as such can be counted on to curate a

Whole Foods in Potrero Hill is at it again. Remember that Beer Week event with the cheap microbrew and the food tastings?  Well they’re doing something similar tonight from 5-7pm. $5 gets you Australian wines paired with meats and cheeses plus you’re actually doing a mitzvah because the money is

Some weeks back, I mentioned Wright’s Pink Popcorn in a post I wrote about the Stow Lake Boathouse. Wright’s Pink Popcorn is one of those items one finds on dusty corner grocery shelves and at sports concessionaires that is a certain class of ancient snack on par with the likes

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