Nite Owl My head is pounding. I’d gone straight from work, to the gym, to yet another hijacked political meeting and finally a rather awkward, albeit surrealistically humorous event entitled San Francisco Political Squares. It was cute, well constructed and everyone was trying their damndest to channel Paul Lynde (or

In the current citywide catastrophe, the Franciscans most at peril are most often the little ones. From SFUSD to CCSF, educators struggle to keep kids from falling through the cracks every day. SF’s Rooftop School is a haven for our town’s burgeoning creatives and when class is out the tutelage

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

Of all her gowns, San Francisco, looks her most enchanting, perhaps in the early days of autumn. The days of the Indian summer are dry and hot, but cool to nights perfect for t-shirts that we never get during the “real summer” everyone else experiences. The city turns into a

Quick Guide Mayor: Stuart Schuffman, Amy Weiss, Francisco Herrera (you get three votes!) District 3 Supervisor (Chinatown/North Beach/Polk Street): Aaron Peskin City College Board: Tom Temprano Prop A: Yes Prop B: Yes Prop C: Yes Prop D: Yes Prop E: No Prop F: HELL YES! Prop G: No Prop H:

Folsom 2015, as the interwebs predicted, the city is just a box glazed old-fashioneds in search of an emergency pastry chef. As the denizens of the Barbary Coast resume solid food diets and start to emerge from the week- long coma just in time for Castro Street Fair, Hardly Strictly this weekend, and Fleet Week and Italian Heritage Day next weekend. SWEET FUCKING CHRIST, SAN PANCHO!

Was there something missing for you at this last Folsom? Have you ever really had the urge to give it to Stuart, real sloppy?  Do you like slapstick?  Well, perverts, you may be in luck. This Sunday as the sun rises on a special Castro Street Fair in honour of

The San Bruno Owl winds its way through the mists South of Market as we head towards Van Ness. There aren’t many people on the northbound motor coach at this hour, with the exception of a few stragglers and a nattily dressed older woman who is harping on a teenager

The lovers, the dreamers and thee.  Yes, they still exist in San Francisco and this Saturday you have the chance to mix among them once again and remember why you chose to sit on that dock of the bay. This past week was Citizenship Day and also in,1859, the day that