Northern California is known for many liberal and progressive changes. A place where a prostitute can approach the police after being assaulted without fear of a jail sentence. A place where we care so much about the environment that throwing an orange peel in the garbage can rather than the

My family doesn’t give a shit about holidays. Not because they’re Jehovah’s Witnesses or something, but more because they just don’t see what the big deal is and have no real emotional attachment to them. Why go through the motions of pretending to be nice to each other one one

Awhile ago Kate wrote up a few cheap travel tips to help you all get your ramble on.  Considering that I spent roughly two years living out of a bag, her post inspired me to share some of my pointers with you.  These are only a few, but I’ll probably

I hate when places charge extra money for what are pretty much essential services. Airlines are the worst at this. Last time I flew Delta, I had to pay for the in-flight movie, which I consider an outrage. I need that movie in order to forget that at any moment

Christmas is next week and if you’re like me (hopefully you’re not), you have done zero Christmas shopping and have no clue what to do about the myriad people in your life who have probably already thoughtfully purchased and wrapped a very special present for you.  Have no fear! There

I am sick. It sucks. I feel like I have been thoroughly bitch slapped by whatever demon virus has invaded my body and after three days of quarantine, I see no signs of relief. Pity me now, please. The first day I started to feel it coming on, I hit

Holiday work parties can be a total social minefield, whether you work for a giant corporation or a small creative company.  Then again, peppermint schnapps can pretty much turn any situation into a potential shitshow.  Some coworkers can mix business with booze easily, but for others, it creates a weird

For the broke and insolvent, few events are more dangerous than another’s birthday. Society has decreed that, by virtue of being born, people deserve an annual validation of their existence. Fine, we’ll play along – but only up to a point, because, somewhere along the line, that simple acknowledgment became