Mitchell Duran
As If You Know – Otessa Moshfegh
Ottessa Moshfegh, the author of four books with her fifth Death in Her Hands coming in April 2020, winner of the Hemingway Foundation/PEN Award, was shortlisted for the Booker Prize and was a fiction finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, spoke on Monday at City Arts Lecture. The
Ottessa Moshfegh, the author of four books with her fifth Death in Her Hands coming in April 2020, winner of the Hemingway Foundation/PEN Award, was shortlisted for the Booker Prize and was a fiction finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, spoke on Monday at City Arts Lecture. The
The History Behind New Years Resolutions
Resolutions, like wishes, like dreams, are ostensibly reachable, hopefully, feasible goals that many of us around the globe try desperately to hold ourselves to in the new year. Depending on your perspective of the whole thing, you may not even think about resolutions, maybe concerned solely about where you’re going
The Five Stages of Losing for a 49er’s fan
OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY EMPEROR NORTON’S BOOZELAND THE TENDERLOIN’S NEWEST HISTORIC DIVE. HAPPY HOUR NOON – 7PM If you’re a bold red and gold forty-niner San Franciscan, you know the heartbreaking roller coaster the team has put their community through the years. From the 2003 – 2010 years missing the playoffs seven
I came. I saw. I got the Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich.
After countless months of unquantifiable turmoil, incomprehensible existential dread, and a level of abandonment I have never felt before (I am a child of divorce), the Popeyes original and spicy chicken sandwich was back. “You bastards,” I whispered when I saw the Twitter post announcing the sandwich would be back
Liquor, Cards, & Riding Amtrak to New Orleans
We were somewhere in between Phoenix Arizona and Houston Texas on an Amtrak train headed for New Orleans when three hard knocks rocked the bathroom door. “Who the fuck is that?” I whispered. Recently, I had been accepted to the masters program at SF State in creative fiction. I was
Patti Smith was in San Francisco, this is what she said
There she was, the one and only, the punk rock poet laureate of past, present, and future – Patti Smith. She was dressed in her quintessential baggy clothes – big brown jacket, loose black jeans, booming stringy gray hair – dragging her doc marten’s in a slow-moving gait maintaining the