I’m gonna be really real right now: the only thing that gets me wetter than fantasizing about making it with one of Marva Whitney’s back-up dancers is basking in the sun and eating some down home, backyard barbeque. You can imagine my reaction, then, when I heard about Hard French,

I feel like it was fated, like I was meant to post about Saturday’s Writers With Drinks at The Make-Out Room.  Why?  Because a few weeks ago, after deciding I was too bored at the gym to work out for more than five minutes without stimulation that did not involve

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When you’ve grown up somewhere, there eventually comes the time when you’re walking down the street and realize: that you have walked up and down that street so many times, hung out on it with your friends, passed through it on the way to a party –  and it’s not

Not that we would encourage you to drink on your lunch break, but it’s Thursday, and dammit you work hard for that meager paycheck. So tell your coworkers you can’t come along with them to get stale potstickers from the steam trays at Lee’s Deli and head over to the

When you go to college in the town that made Dave Matthews popular you start to associate the term “local music” with shitty cover bands and impressively mediocre acts that might not ever release anything more substantial than xeroxed fliers to their show at a friend’s house. San Francisco, on

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

Overgrown beards, crazy backwoods haircuts, homemade tattoos,  screenprinted patches, questionable hygiene, freegan roadkill eaters’oh yeah and books.  These are the things you will find at the 15th Annual Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair (how fun are stereotypes?!).  Since 1996, the Anarchist Book Fair has been a meeting place for anarchist

If you remember, a little while back the Dickerman Prints Gallery had that badass show of Baron Wolman’s photos.  Apparently they are pretty into things that are awesome and are having an opening party on Wednesday night for Anthony Kurtz’s new photo show, “It All Came So Close to Never