This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. Sometimes, I sit down to write my column knowing exactly what I’m going say. (The one about Salesforce Tower looking like a butt plug immediately comes to mind.) I was giddy when I began writing that column.

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. “Pride reminds me of the America I want to live in,” I said to whomever was next to me. I was standing near Fourth and Market, a few vodka Red Bulls in, and watching as the beautiful,

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner  (The short version: You can circumvent all the algorithms for my stuff right here.) Facebook announced earlier this year that it’s completely changing its algorithm — a move that will reduce the amount of actual news provided in

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. A decade ago, I moved to Brooklyn. I was there for a year researching my second book, Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City, and while doing so was working as a waiter four

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. The only time I ever worked in an office was when I was 21. I had just moved to San Francisco for a summer internship at Bill Graham Presents and I spent three days a week there, making

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner.  I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis of