When I was a kid, I would lay in the grass in my backyard and daydream.  The mind of this geeky, skinny 8-year-old was fixated on ways in which I could become the absolute supreme icon for coolness in the 3rd grade.  Check it out.  My plan was that one

Rare is the day that this city feels tropical, but there exists a fair-sized contingent that hails from the beautiful Hawai’ian isles to the west that, with their beautiful culture, warms us frigid mainlanders and imagine that we live in a kinder warmer place. Saturday, August 15, Patrick Makuakane and

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This piece is the intro Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City I’m sitting now in my Bushwick apartment coming to terms with the realization that my time here in this strange and brutal city is quickly coming to an end.  I maintain that, no matter how much

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups

I’ve got a love/hate relationship with the nightlife in North Beach.  On weeknights it’s a great place to go out, hang with some friends and have a tipple with 75 year old poets.  It’s also got the Holy Trinity of bars: Spec’s, Tosca, and Vesuvio. But weekend nights in North

I’m totally digging this whole Art Walk thing.  If you remember, the Divisidero one happened a few months back and it was killer!  It was the kind of San Francisco night where each place you went to, you ran into some one you hadn’t seen in awhile.  You know what

Does the prospect of a paperless future fill ye with dread?  Do you hearken for the days of calling cards and the innocence of St. Valentine’s Day when all it entailed was cute little notes instead of ghastly dating/relationship disasters? Well someone name Hal Lutsky, is hosting a Vintage Paper

I love Dolores Park. Seriously, there really aren’t many places like it in the world. It’s beautiful, has a great view, the cops don’t fuck with you, and it’s full of friendly and good looking people. Without sounding like a dirty hippie, there’s really something magical about the place. But as