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Decompression Confession: To Burn or Not to Burn?
The sun had already set and the lavender sky lingered behind the dark mountains to the West. I stood on the dock of a half-mile long pier in the middle of the desert that led to nowhere. I walked the length of the pier and stopped at the end to
Should You Own the Place Where You Rest Your Dome?
This is a tough question, particularly for city-dwellers. We have all heard the lessons our parents have taught us about the importance of home ownership, but let’s be real, we live in a very different time. The “American Dream” of owning a home, having 2.5 children, a dog and a
Date Night: Gaspare’s
There are hundreds of fake grape clusters hanging from the ceilings, red and white checkered tablecloths, “That’s Amore” playing loudly in the background. Wine is served in huge quantities. Paunchy, beaming waiters slide steaming pizzas in front of their patrons. Gaspare’s, I’ve realized, is pretty much exactly where I would
Italian Heritage Festival Sunday October 9th
After you spend all day Saturday saluting planes and hanging out in the marina you might just need to find a calmer way to celebrate our fair city on Sunday. The 143rd Italian Heritage Parade on Sunday October 9th should prove to be a great way to spend your fleet
Stop In at Steins For a Beer And a Bite
731 Clement Street is constantly changing. It has been a couple of Burmese restaurants and a number of other things over the years. Currently, it’s a family owned, German-ish joint called Steins. Steins has been around for a couple of weeks now. Generally speaking, it has seemed to be well
Broke-Ass Nostalgia: Reality Bites
Sometimes I avoid watching movies I loved when I was younger in fear that I will realize that they are actually terrible (cough Labyrinth cough). Before Hollywood was obsessed with rebooting, sequels and movies based on stupid childhood toys, studios would take a chance on movies targeted at specific audiences,
4th Annual Frisco Freakout!
After the FREE, sun-drenched, mimosa-warped glory that was Hardly Strictly, 15 bucks may seem a lot to pay for a concert. But unlike Hardly Strictly, the fourth annual Frisco Freakout is not thrown by a billionaire. It’s thrown by my downstairs neighbor, and is by all accounts awesome. The all-day,