It is pretty awe-inspiring to watch women run with, and then throw, the equivalent of a telephone pole into the air
In celebration of my 20th year in SF, I am extremely excited to announce Slouching Towards Neverland: 20 years of Writing About San Francisco. Here’s a quick rundown: – This limited edition, hand-signed, new zine covers my two decades of writing about this strange and beautiful city. – Besides well known
By Jeremy Kuempel “Oh my god, I just got a ticket to the Burn! This is finally my year!” Her voice dripped with enthusiasm. For months, the only thing my friend could talk about was how badly she wanted to go to Burning Man. She raved about the art she
Any time you get tired of the San Francisco fog, it just means you need to get out there and appreciate good ol’ fashioned coastal California beauty. These beaches are all under a 3 hour drive from SF, which is arguably the perfect amount of time before the drive gets
By Jeremy Kuempel Fog City Fables is a mini-series about true to life experiences of how people with different backgrounds fell in love with San Francisco, published with permission. By retelling positive personal stories, we hope to inspire an evolving culture that can build upon the best parts of our
Every Summer and Winter, Keri Nelson travels from her home in San Francisco all the way back to Antarctica (also known as “The Ice”) to work at a United State research base, Palmer Station, on the Antarctic peninsula. Her husband, Alex, stays behind to work his tech job and watch
In 1997, James Bond and Sarah Connor teamed up against the tallest and most powerful adversary of the nineties disaster-film revival: a volcano. The plot of Dante’s Peak is simple: a quiet town at the foot of a sleeping giant ignores its reawakening to attract more tourists and property investors.
Did you know that Oakland has its own windmill? Locals of the Bay Area have cherished the two beautiful windmills of Golden Gate Park. Their large stature dwarfs anyone who stands near them. Driving down Telegraph, you’ll find Oakland’s tiny janky windmill… a dilapidated, sad, graffitied building tucked next to