Wednesday night: You are most likely watching your iPhone tick down the minutes to the weekend or bored because all days blend together and you have no idea what day it is or where your outside shoes are. Or, heck, maybe your Wednesday is your Saturday. No matter your specific

Last Fall, Alison posted about some ideas for side jobs and we’ve had some great financial coaching with Coach Sizzle, but I’m afraid everyone who has internet access has read them and done them by now. And dudes and ladies, as some of us know more than others, TIMEZRTUFF. I

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

Leaving a(n empty) oven on can only warm your apartment up so much and does nothing to assuage an empty stomach. And as the old adage goes: empty stomach, empty oven equals a one-way ticket to Unhappy Town. (Or something like that.) So might I suggest perusing the San Francisco

Because we are ramping up to the end of the world and all, it’s cold. Yeah, it’s winter. But it’s cold everywhere. NY, SF, even LA. (That covers everywhere, right?). It’s something we can all agree on. Sure, those in states with snow apparently up to their eyebrows will claim

Oh, broke-ass darlings, Happy New Year! I imagine, and I don’t think that I’m that far off, that you are all currently missing some integral brain cells courtesy of the 2010 send-off, and while you are re-cooperating, you’d like things short and sweet. Me too. Typing is hard. Let me

I haven’t decided if 2010 is a year I’m happy to see go or if I’ll find myself staring wistfully out the window, hoping to see it walk back home and tell me, Baby, I’ve been a fool for leaving you. But I do know I’d like to do 2011

2010: It’s been, I can boldly say, a year for all of you. What events that unfolded throughout certainly vary per individual but I’m going to assume for most of you, if not all, it involves blush-inducing indiscretions, stolen cop cars driven into the Bay, ventures into the exciting world

Picture this: You need to throw your broke-ass A game to win the affections of a certain someone you drunkenly made out with in the photo booth at Pop’s. Like always, you are broke. But never fear, you are still smart enough to use the city to your advantage. You