The other weekend I went to the theater. Ok maybe it wasn’t so much of a theater, as it was a theater of the human condition. A bar, I went to bar. But I went to this bar to partake of the theater of the human condition, to soak up the

  Sweet madre hey-sus, I love me some Zach Condon. Beirut’s music merges a variety of genres with a Balkan beat underlining. Their energetic performances have got everybody talking all across the globe, most noticeably from their appearance on the BBC program, later with Jools Holland in 2010. Beirut like to

The Eviction Series
Chapter 5
“It’s so cold,” the blond, pear-shaped girl said. She was dressed in a black tank top and yoga pants stretched so tight I could see through to her panties—white, patterned with little red skulls.

Hey there, Dijon here, here’s the latest installment from Souls of San Francisco. This time we’re featuring Jackie Mostny. She’s born and raised in San Francisco and after traveling all over the world: Argentina, Brazil, Tel Aviv she’s back in the bay with some new perspective. She’s a warm hearted soul on a mission to create

“Now I understand why all the flower children from the ’60s eventually sold out,  bought houses and watch Fox News.” That’s a snippet from my journal entry on day ten of my experiment. The experiment in question is micro dosing with LSD—that is, ingesting a tiny dose of lysergic acid diethylamide every

Reno calls itself the “Biggest Little City in the World.” That’s bullshit. Anyone who’s lived in San Francisco knows that that’s a title that should be wedged between “Baghdad by the Bay” and “The City That Knows How” in our pantheon of monikers. If you’ve been here long enough, it’s

The last time I saw Beach Blanket Babylon was nearly 10 years ago. I had just moved back to the U.S and I was staying in an S.R.O motel above a strip club in North Beach. Each night I would fall asleep to the soothing melodies of Lil Jon & Ludacris coming up through the floor boards from bellow