You enter to the sweet song of two metal-heads arguing about music. “Okay, name me one decent album in the last five years,” says one. “No, they’re all shit,” says the other. On your right, a white board details prices and policies. At the bottom, it reads “Dirty Looks Free.”

My recommendation for Wednesday, June 27th: Step 1: Put on those sweat pants or shorts or whatever the hell you want, and get over to the Body Actualized Center at 9 pm. Step 2: Feel slightly awkward and overly concerned with not looking like an idiot for approximately two minutes.

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

Sam is 25. He graduated in 2009 and now works as a freelance production assistant. When he is not working, he is reading socialist literature with his friend Carl, in the smallest two-person apartment in the Lower East Side. He also goes the New School for free as a ghost