This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. I’m currently sitting in my parents’ kitchen. It’s hot in San Diego. Hell, it’s been hot all over the state this past week, and I’m so glad that places in SoCal have air conditioning. Visiting San
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. It’s that time again. The call goes out on Facebook, comments are made, friends are tagged, emails come tumbling in. There’s even a post on Craigslist … My roommates and I are searching for a new person
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner in February. Considering the success of yesterday’s elections I figured it was perfect to repost. When someone is terminally ill, dying from cancer or some other horrible disease, he or she often has a brief period right before
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. There’s a scene in the movie “Empire Records,” where all the record store employees hold a funeral for Deb, even though she’s still alive. Earlier in the movie, Deb had tried to kill herself. So her friends and
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner By now the dust is doing anything but settling in Black Rock City. Minds and other flammable things are exploding while a sense of all out revelry, exploration and wonder descends on some 70,000-plus people. In a way,
When Julius Caesar took Alexandria in 48 BC, the city’s famous library burned to the ground. History isn’t sure if the Library of Alexandria was torched on purpose or if it caught fire during the ensuing pillaging, but regardless, the depository that held one copy of every book in the known world went up in flames.
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. She was standing on the BART turnstile at the Civic Center station with an American flag scarf tied around her waist, yelling “Fuck Obama” and laughing from a mouth only half-full of teeth. All I could think was,