I lost my best friend this week, a rambunctious lab named Luke, aka Boobies, aka The Boobs, aka Poopie. Our 13-year relationship had many ups, downs and sideways.
For all its lofty sounding leitmotifs and multimedia Sturm und Drang, documenta —the sprawling exhibition of contemporary art held every five years in Kassel, Germany — left me feeling weary and dispirited.
San Sebastian is home to scores of txokos, private gastronomical societies where members gather to cook, eat, drink, talk and, quite often, sing together.
Enclosed in a striking copper-clad slab punctuated by a twisting nine-story tower, the de Young Museum reopened in Golden Gate Park with a festive around-the-clock party.
A Xerox scientist is developing a system of tiny, inexpensive sensors that can enable building materials to respond to changes in the environment almost instantaneously.
Researchers are developing technologies that may one day make it possible for your personal computer to sense how you are feeling and to use that information to shape how it interacts with you.
James Hormel, the first openly gay U.S. ambassador, speaks about the controversy surrounding his appointment by President Bill Clinton and how it affected his life.
Despite all the extravagant stories I had heard about Burning Man, nothing quite prepared me for the surreal experience of entering the sprawling desert encampment.
Mayor Gavin Newson’s surprise announcement that San Francisco would issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples fomented a queer lovefest outside City Hall.
A hulking concrete building in the Bayview section of San Francisco was the working home of dozens of Bay Area musicians — until the dot-com boom swallowed it up.
