If you’re sticking around the city for Thanksgiving, you’re probably raging it tonight and preparing to cure your hangover with stuffing and mashed potatoes. And is there a better way of achieving that hangover than running around and getting FREE shots? If you said, “No, dumbass!” then go to the

One Christmas in high school, my cousin, who was six at the time, asked me in her sweet little kid voice if I wanted to play Connect Four. I spaced out for a second while were were playing, and the next thing I knew there were black and red checkers

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

Hey New York.  So I hear this week is going to be a little bit warmer than last.  However, since the heat hasn’t been on in my apartment for the past week, and the windows don’t even really close all the way, it was so cold I’ve had to sit

Even if though I’m finished with college, September brings a feeling that I should be buckling down and kicking some ass in my classes. Admittedly, I miss the intellectual discourse of higher education, but I don’t miss the knots my stomach developed every finals week. Sure, you can read to

There aren’t that many things that are worth moving around for in the hot, fetid heat of August but dancing is definitely one of them.  Tonight at the Bell House, Eli “Paperboy” Reed and Dig Deeper present performances by Barbara Lynn, Roscoe Robinson and Hermon Hitson; big name soul stars

Judging from all of my oh-so-secret events lists, it  seems as though the stars have aligned to make July 14, 2o09, the Day of the Nerd.  Which is awesome. As movies and television have patiently explained, and as the Lower East Side has consistently demonstrated, the nerds are gonna inherit

In 1970,  Scanlans ran a the first piece of Gonzo jouralism about the Kentucky Derby titled “Decadent and Depraved” by Hunter S. Thompson.  Even when I read it a few years ago, the strange mixture of the crowd’s high society posturing and lewd, whiskey swilling conduct made a powerful impression.