San Francisco has what’s called a “transit first” policy. This is supposed to mean that public transit, bikes and walking should be prioritized over cars. You can read it right here. Although this is the official policy of the city, you’d never know it from the way some neighborhoods are set

On Thursday, the San Francisco underground music scene lost a pivotal figure. Scott Rogers, better known to many as Scott Alcoholocaust, died after a year-and-a-half-long battle with cancer. The pandemic shuttered the clubs where Scott booked shows, but as the city opens back up, his loss will be felt tremendously

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

In 2010, when I moved into my current home and at least ten years after San Francisco had sold its soul to the devil, there were two old-time commercial tenants on my block. One was an awesome gallery in an old stable building, the other was a metal-working shop of

We all hope that the pandemic is starting to loosen its grip on San Francisco. As it does, and we emerge, blinking, into the light, we will be presented with the obvious question: what existential threat should occupy our minds now? I would like to propose that we spend our

I went to Entwined recently, an installation in Golden Gate Park that answers the pressing question, “What would it look like if b-roll from Avatar was rendered in 8-bit?” It led me to think about what more public art could do to confront the public and ask questions that might

There has been an onslaught of articles in the press recently claiming that there is an exodus from San Francisco, a gold rush in reverse, as it were. While I’m skeptical that this trend is real, those articles seem to neglect the unique character and trailblazing nature of San Franciscans.

After a hypnotic two minutes spent waiting for the loading wheel on zoom, our host came into view. He was a diminutive man, dressed like Johnny Carson doing one of his Carnac the Magnificent bits, although he was sitting in what seemed to be the brightly-lit office of a mobile

With the money running out and the uncertainty of the eviction moratoriums, I’m sure many San Francisco renters are wondering where they will go when it all comes crashing down. Those with a good grasp of history will find inspiration from the past, and in San Francisco, that past is