Baseball season has wound down, football season's revving up, and in my hometowns of Detroit, MI, and Zurich, Ontario, people are practically kicking their own nuts off over the upcoming hockey season. In that spirit, Brendan I. Read more »
"It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work."
Day jobs are terrible, soul-crushing, things for most people, but they can actually inspire thoughts of suicide and murder in those with high aspirations -- like writers, for example. Read more »
I had a third eye once. It rolled off my forehead at a '93 rave in an abandoned Detroit airplane hangar and across the huge cement dance floor, barely missing getting squashed by hyperkinetic Canadians and nitrous-giddy kiddies swarming after an airborne fleet of inflated latex bananas. People wore bigger shoes back then, so I panicked slightly and gave chase. Read more »
We've been compiling a little archive of local movers and shakers' favorite super-gay videos, either in context, influence, or just plain awesome swishiness. (Check out Part 1 here.) It's an webxperiment! Many of the participants appeared in our Gayest. Music. Ever. cover story from last week. Read more »
The Bay Guardian is interviewing the candidates for the 2007 elections. Unfortunately, our tape recorder crapped out during our hilarious interview with Chicken John, so we can only offer his info below. We'll be updating this entry as more information comes in. Post your thoughts or comments below.
Chicken John Rinaldi
Chicken John asked us to endorse him for second place. Read more »
Folsom Street Fair gives rise to oh-so-many surreal experiences -- nightmares made real, for some, perhaps. Fantasy dreamscapes for others. And yet: Barbra Streisand crowding toward the Eagle piss trough? File under "What the fuck for fabulous."
So it wasn't my mary-joe-wanna truffle kicking in after all ....
Alas, my camera crapped out over this past weekend's massive Critical Mass/LoveFest/Folsom Street Fair miasma -- but these little critters from LA artist Todd's David & Goliath line ("We make stupid stuff so you don't have to") somehow summed up my entire three-day -- and all-night -- experience. Pass the Advil, darling. Read more »