I don’t see me. For who can find a phantom? I am nothing. I am hollow. I am dust. I’m fat and Latina. I belong to a phantom culture; a society that solely exists as a result of colonialism and where women were born in their mother’s beds to midwives.
It’s only been two-days since it opened. Myriad Mercedes float pass on this busy strip of N. Santa Cruz Blvd. Naturally, there’s a line at the door long before the restaurant is open for the day; dressed down Los Gatonians speak among themselves about their delight in being able to
Rad Upcoming SF Events Vintage Trouble THU. 09/24 | 6:00PM @ AMOEBA MUSIC SF Since the release of their debut album, The Bomb Shelter Sessions, Vintage Trouble has gone from playing intimate hometown clubs to opening for The Rolling Stones in London’s Hyde Park, touring North America and Europe with The Who and playing sold-out
CATAWOMPUS: Fiercely, eagerly, awry, cockeyed, crooked, skewed.
Example of a modern-day use: “Yeah, I don’t know how to feel about last night. She took one look at me without my clothes on, told me I was all catawompus down there, made me wear kitty ears and told me to go for it.”
I’m from a country where water saving technologies have been in place for as long as I’ve stood on that barren, sunburned land. Duel flush toilets, low-flow shower-heads and water harvesting technologies were not part of drought interventions but just a way of life. As progressive as San Francisco and
So, by this point, you’ve probably realized that this coming Election Day is gonna be kind of a thing. It’s all everyone is talking about at work, it’s taken over your feed, your friends are slurring it into their murky old fashioneds, and just when you’ve thought you could escape
*I’m talking to myself, too. Aloha, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a while, I know, omg whatever, but I’m still in LA and it’s almost been a whole year – a thought that has this kind of effect on me where I’m like “Trippy, man” but also “Not-so-trippy, man” because everything