As recently as 2009, California was virtually broke. Facing a $24 billion deficit on a budget of approximately $100 million, the state furloughed employees, paid I.O.U.’s instead of tax refunds, and used every type of financial chicanery to move stuff around. At one point, the deficit was feared to be
Hey, Broke-Ass Readers! Are you ready to encounter a beautiful nude woman with a glowing crucifix on her body? How about seeing in person the man who brought the world “The Great Rock ‘N’ Roll Swindle?” Or do you want to hear the strange-but-true story of the attempt to create a “Sundance of the East?” If you answered yes to at least one of these questions, you’re ready for the 2020 edition of the San Francisco Independent Film Festival aka S.F. IndieFest!
By Ian Firstenberg Sanders offers the only jolt to our collective body politic that will save us from extinction. The Bay Area has served as a petri dish for technocratic liberalism over the past two decades. What started with a tech buzz eventually became a bubble that burst a few
Bay Area legislators have been urging the governor to snap it up before someone else does.
Sooner or later, Northern California will experience a major earthquake. Statistically, it’s likely to be on the Hayward Fault, which means less-affluent parts of the Bay Area like Oakland and Richmond may bear the brunt of the destruction. The recovery will be arduous, and decades-long, and it will almost certainly
“There’s always a tweet” has been the axiom of the Trump era, the definitive proof that almost any ridiculous thing the president says or does will have been preceded by an accusation that someone else was doing it. It’s as true as “There’s always a bigger fish” or “There’s always
One hundred years ago, women were just about to win the fight to ratify the 19th amendment and what followed was a cultural manifestation of that new independence. It was an opulent display bordering on hedonism, where opium and sexuality dripped as hair and dresses shortened. It was a time
The New York Times positively lives to troll San Francisco. Sometimes, it’s a prurient examination of the lives of people who rummage through trash for a living, as if that yields valuable insights about us. Other times, it’s about how dirty streets are apparently unique to this city. Still other times,