Grandest Canyon Concert

I’m starting to get nervous that I’m not going to be able to go camping this summer. Wondering about the sad state of affairs in which, as time goes on, I’m likely to be lured toward the camping way only when there’s a concert or a delightful piece of art I must camp to see. [...]

John Bull’s Reggae Kitchen

Any time is a really, really good time for a gigantic batch of Jamaican Jerk Chicken, especially chilly summers in San Francisco. Here, your rude lesson.

Remember to go heavy on the gold of Jamaica.
Serve by taking a f’**k and try and be tender with them.

Paul Wackers

My roommates are here now:

I am running late and so sad.