Sitting at the English pub the Pig & Whistle on Geary Boulevard, beanie-clad and iron-jawed Chad Baron described the inner workings of conservationist economics to a table of college students. He did it because no one in the group really knew what he meant when he said “degrowth,” a semi-complicated

Six writers brought out a much bigger crowd than you might think for a chilly Thursday night on 24th Street. Though many poetry and literary events are titanic in an area with as rich a history for it as the San Francisco Bay Area, most shows are on the smaller

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Tramping up the steps from Embarcadero station, I saw brilliant rays of light shining at a sharp angle all the way past Twin Peaks with so much stability it seemed like Mario could hop on a tiny car and Rainbow Road his way to the galaxies. I walked along Market

As I sit on the face of a shrub-studded dune, wind-spiraled sand in my eyes, a man and his two children approach the edge of the beach above me. Dad, I assume, has a fishing pole in his hand, the same as dozens of journeymen along Ocean Beach headed north.

On a rumbling N Muni train, coming home from Medicine for Nightmares and the shop’s well-attended Poets for Palestine event, I see a scene straight out of Spike Jonez’s Her play out in front of me. A 20-something person flicks between matches on Bumble, a map of San Francisco itself, and

There’s a tense air in San Francisco. The city is readying for the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation (APEC) — a major international conference hosting President Joe Biden and General Secretary Xi Jinping alike — and erupting in demonstrations against the evolving humanitarian crisis in Gaza, raised to a fever pitch by

When I was a kid, my grandma would take me to the petrified forest museum in Vantage, Washington, out amongst the brown, dusty fields abutting the Columbia River Gorge. I was mystified — wood, but it’s rock. Over millions of years, the actual molecules inside the felled trees finds itself

It’s not a facetious question to ask at this point: How many articles taking San Francisco and the Bay Area to task will we, the people who live here, suffer in the year of our lord 2023? The New Yorker is the latest publication to enter the fray, citing billionaires and chefs