Friends, I’m not gonna lie.  I’m not really into club-y, lounge-y type places.  I much prefer the dive bars that are so dark and filthy that none of the other patrons can see — literally — that I haven’t showered in days and wouldn’t give two shits if they could.

Did you know that the SF Weekly, Sunset Promotions, and a bunch of other sponsors I’m too lazy to type out are doing a huge show in North Beach on Sunday?  Me neither.  Seems like someone needs to be doing a lot more promoting in the next four days.  Yadadamean? Regardless, All

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

There are some things I’m better at than others.  Math?  Not so much.  Throwing parties?  Absolutely!  Any of the 1,500+ people who attended the release party for my SF book or my Fuck the Recession Party can attest to that.  Those same people can also attest to the fact that

If you’ve been following this site for awhile you’ll know the name Kelli Rudick and how obsessed we are with her.  She’s a rare talent and chances are you’ve never seen someone do what she does.  There’s really not enough words to express how mind blowing she is, but you

Until now, I’d never heard of 5A5 Steak Lounge or Van Gogh Vodka.  But I’m pretty sure it’s because they run in different circles than I do.  My wallet makes me more of a Palace Family Steakhouse and well vodka kind of cat.  But that’s cool, I’m down for the

One of the things I love about The Knockout is that, generally speaking, those motherfuckers are down for whatever.  Just take a look at this post from Mission Mission where Kink.com rented out The Knockout to film some kind of bdsm porn.  You know you’re a down for whatever kind of

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

For all you that didn’t make it to the Fuck the Recession Party, you missed out big time.  But no worries, you can still feel like you were there.  Just go to the fridge, grab a beer, come back to the computer and turn on some Richie Cunning or Sugar