Okay, guys.  Truth be told, I don’t really want to share this with you.  Why?  Well, I’m about to talk about a drawing.  A drawing I really, really want to win.  And statistically, the less people that enter the drawing, the better my odds are of winning. All right, I

I’ve been sitting on this tip for awhile now.  The PR folks for Gallo Salame sent it to me like a month ago, but I wanted to wait publish it until it neared.  This is simply because I know you fuckers would probably forget about it and I don’t want you

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I went to see Charlotte Gainsbourg at the Palace of Fine Arts a few weeks ago and it was the worst thing I’ve ever laid eyes or ears upon. She stood awkwardly with her hands in her pockets, read all her lyrics (honestly, what’s harder to memorize: monologues that you

The last time I lived in Los Angeles, I had a brief stint as a tour guide on the Warner Brothers Studio lot.  Although not the most lucrative job, it was pretty interesting leading my flip-flopped charges through a real life dream factory.  Their eyes would dance at the possibility

Of course Dolores is the awesomest park to see and be seen in the city, but contrary to popular hipster belief, things exist outside of the Mission. There are parks in other neighborhoods, including mine. Its name is Alamo Square Park. Yes, there are some tourists. Yes, sometimes it’s a

If someone were to invite me to a party that started at 7:00 AM on any other weekend but this, I would probably have to reconsider our friendship. First of all, because they obviously don’t know me well enough to know that I am not a fully functional human being that

Minna Nails is my godsend. Normally, I don’t like to pay other people for my own personal cosmetic maintenance. I cut my own hair, I pluck my own eyebrows, I perform at-home Brazilians… you get the idea. I am an independent woman! However, there is one area of my body

Well, friends, it’s that time of year again. The magical weekend in May when the entire 18-45 population of the Bay Area casts off their inhibitions and most/all of their clothes to run through the city streets with a blatant disregard for open container laws as they make their way