I have recently returned from a voyage through time and space. Or at least what felt like it. For the past three weeks, mentally, I have been trapped in a world revolving around 850 Bryant. And during regular business hours, physically, that’s where you’d have found me. I learned first

Currently I’m in a room called Fish Fantasy and there are a million fish plastered on the walls, bedspread, and hanging from the ceiling. And let me tell you, I couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by them. And for the record, I hate fish. A old, dear friend of

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

A Few Things I Learned From My Short Trip to the Big Island of Hawaii: [disclaimer: as much as I joke about my broke-ass situation (which is still very much the broke-ass case), I’d like to acknowledge that I appreciate that I’m also pretty gosh dang lucky that I was

You’re invited…. Maybe. After attending the 6th Annual Barworker’s Ball last night, I was thinking about how important the bar industry is in so many of our lives, not to mention how powerful they are. They aid in so many significant life-altering decisions, for the better and worse. And often

Alaskan Giant Chocolate Waterfall, only relevant because it’s a picture of chocolate. When I was a kid I was pretty stoked on watching how they made chocolate in the back of the Ghiradelli Soda Fountain. My sister and I would run to check it out while we counted down the

This is either ice cream or a vibrator – we’re not sure. Yupyupyup. You’ve read that correct. Who knew that you’d wake up today and find out that all your dreams were about to come true. Courtesy of your Fairy Godmother, er.. Good Vibrations: “the Pop-up Dildo Shop and Ice

This may have something to do with the cough syrup fog I’ve been living in for the past week, but I’ve think I’ve changed my tune about Valentine’s Day (which was that it’s a terrible Hallmark-created holiday full of societal pressure and empty commercial gestures of “love”). I still agree

I can’t deny it; I’m a pretty busy lady, days filled with “do I have to move the car for street cleaning today?” followed often by the “Who can find my car first?: Parking enforcers v. Me” game, which in SF is about to get a whole lot more challenging,