“Stories need to be performed out loud” spoke T.C Boyle as he stood at the podium looking majestic in a yellow blazer that glowed in…
As I sat on the floor of the Burlingame Public Library surrounded by children and their parents anxiously awaiting to hear from the illusive Lemony…
The wife was out of town and I was all set to watch “Reservoir Dogs”, which I have never seen and which she won’t go…
Bonk. Stiff. Gulp. These are titles of books by Mary Roach, having to do with sex and death and digestion. You might say she is…
After spending a lovely day panting from the heat in Dolores Park, I walked over to Stage Werx Theatre to see the newest installment of The Vent…
I sat at the candlelit bar of Lone Palm on Tuesday evening (Litquake has a knack for choosing the sexiest venues), where a small gathering…
There was no sign outside of Wheeler Hall, but the Colloquium Room was packed, with standing room only (it seats 150). People had turned out…
There was a crowd of lushes at the bar of the Hotel Rex, so I was a few minutes late to the reading in the…
Lighted looms hung on the walls in dimly lit Viracocha, and the large crowd chatted while settling themselves into the wooden chairs scattered about the…
“We live and love and die accompanied by grasses.” The above is a quote by Brian Teare from an interview with Rusty Morrison, on the…