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Bright Eyes/Fox Theater/April 12 – Bro

I took this picture (as in I stole it from SF Weekly) Here’s a weird phenomenon about seeing Bright Eyes live: There are bro dudes—like the kind of real beefy-ass bro dudes you’d see in a movie about fraternities –crying. But they’re not just crying. They’re

Hello Again/ New Book/ F.U.!

Remember that feeling you got when you first realized you were going to start a website? You were like, “Yeah, man, I have so much to say.” And you do. For weeks, you fill your website with content that delights and entertains. Your fans laugh. They cry. But as

WikiLeaks’ Julian Assange: Busted

I thought I would wake up from my journalism nap to break a little bit of news. We know Julian Assange as the Internet activist/ founder and editor-in-chief of WikiLeaks, the whistleblower website that’s most likely put a bounty on his head. Speaking of

Rock the Bells photos/rants

I have to be honest. I should have just pointed the camera at the crowd at this year’s Rock the Bell’s Festival at the Shoreline Amphitheater in Mountain View, California. I have never seen so many white people with cornrows. It was outstanding. Where do they

[Stupid "Def" pun]

It was really tempting to make a pun in the headline with the word “Def” in it.Something like “Def-iling Your Mom’s Huge Ass” Deftones perfected the mustacheless goatee many years ago. Most Def-initely. HAHAHAHA. Sorry. or “Def People

Real news, real disappointment

Update: using a bit of investigative journalism I concluded that there are in fact 2 first place winners. I don’t understand how ties work because I am not a mathematician, but I do understand that the two journalists included in the tie must fight to the death in some

Rock the Bells, 2010

The 22,000 capacity Shoreline Amphitheater was packed with all kinds of people—bros with flip-flops, gang members with greasy hair, Caucasian babies, the dude from high school who I forget his name but was glad he didn’t see me because he used to rape me with his

Ghey phags

Here’s a dilemma I’ve given a lot of thought to lately: The word “gay.” It’s so useful and I love it. For instance, the word “dilemma” is fucking gay. But I find myself in a jam because I am friends with a lot of homosexuals. I am