P Segal - Bohemian Archivist
Want to Create Real Change in SF? Join the Civil Grand Jury
If any readers out there are looking around at San Francisco and feeling frustrated, outraged, and/or ready for some action, I have a potent suggestion to offer you: sign up for a year on the Civil Grand Jury. The Civil Grand Jury is a watchdog agency that investigates goings on
Let’s Fix This City: The Horrible, Shameless Murder of the Homeless
Bohemian Archivist P Segal has lost interest in how cool the city used to be, and is now focusing bohemian inventiveness on how cool the city could be, with a few modifications. I met many homeless people, when I worked as a therapist in a clinic, seeing children who lived
The City That Was: Pranking Time Magazine with The Fantasia Protest
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. As April Fools’ Day approaches, I’m unavoidably reminded of my old friend
The City That Was: Literary Walks in Golden Gate Park After Dark
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. In the years when you didn’t need a lucrative, full-time job to
The City That Was: Weird Times at the Chinatown New Year’s Parade
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Chinese New Year always reminds me of the only year when
The City That Was: The Radical Newspaper “Frisco” Didn’t Survive. Here’s Why.
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. In the ‘80s, San Francisco was still really cheap, and because
The City That Was: On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Starting my college years, when the holidays rolled around, I always