Rule of thumb: you can be poor, just don’t be annoying about it. Everyone’s trying to get by. Especially if you live in an outrageously expensive city such as New York or San Francisco. But if you do indeed live in such a city, then you know how utterly amazing

Some expenses are unavoidable – fare for the (ever-increasing) metro, the monthly procurement of non-leaking shelter, avoiding starvation. If you’re savvy, you can probably manage to do this reasonably within budget. However, there are some things in this city so disproportionately costly, it might make you do a double take

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

Sometimes when the snow is turning to slush, and the coffee machine has recently broken, and it’s a Monday, don’t you all sometimes wish you could curl up with your twelve Popples, make a rainbow on your Lite-Brite, and call it a day. Life just seemed easier when someone was

Before you dismiss this article as the blog equivalent of a late night infomercial from which you’ll probably end up spending at least $75 on “miracle” makeup powder (I’m looking at you, Bare Escentuals), hear me out. I recently found myself on the pudgier side of the scale (THANKS holidays,

One’s experience with the Punderdome can be likened to an initial viewing of the movie Inception, in that you’re never really sure what exactly it is that you’re watching. Are you certain that you’re in a time-warped dream within a dream within a dream? Or are you just a pseudo-intellectual

OK, fine. It didn’t ruin my life. But seriously. It kind of did. I have been cursed with a love/hate relationship with the songs of my Zima drinking, shoulder pad wearing elders who loved them some artists like Richard Marx and the Tony Rich Project. Here are the worst offenders

I don’t know what it is, but over the years I’ve noticed a certain trend about me and offices: I always seem to get myself into trouble with members of the opposite sex. And let me be clear: by “trouble” I mean the good, naughty kind. Of course, I can’t

If you’re like most inhabitants of the Big Apple, you’re originally from somewhere else. For many, that “somewhere else” entails humidity levels that can alter hair to unrecognizable levels of poufdom and/or winters that don’t start until early November. This thin-skinned North Carolinian learned the hard way that you can’t