by Shayan Saalabi As I hurtled toward my college graduation earlier this year, I became consumed by a ceaseless anxiety. I would no longer be a “student” (an English major, no less, floating without aim from semester to semester) but a part of “the workforce.” You know, the unemployed part
“This is the perfect way to spend your Easter in between brunch and your inevitable trip to the emergency room.” On Easter Sunday the hipsters, techsters, youngsters, oldsters, hip-hoppers, cross-dressers, selfie-takers & merrymakers all converged on San Francisco’s most curviest crookedest street – Vermont Street– for the annual Bring Your
Herman Dune’s first album in 7 years is a tribute to Southern California that will make you fall in love with the west coast all over again. David Ivar has spent most of their life on the road performing under pseudonym, “Herman Dune”. Dune hit the ground running – bringing
As you’ve undoubtedly heard by now, The Man has set his sights on our beloved Tamale Lady and is trying to make it so that she can’t do the thing she does best: slang tamales. News broke last week that Virginia Ramos (aka The Tamale Lady) would no longer be
It didn’t surprise me that I crossed “Jen’s” path at the End Up in San Francisco. A striking female with hair longer than her skirt and purple stilettos as tall as Coit Tower tried to flirt with my good guy friend. We stood on the corner of 4th and Folsom looking
Don’t get your hopes up. There’s no eccentric and snarky candy millionaire running around with a platoon of orange faced musical midgets, drowning fat kids in rivers of chocolate and belittling elderly adults. No ma’am, not here, that’s called heaven. Despite that one major shortcoming though, the San Francisco Chocolate
Ok, so you really fucked up this time. Not only did you forget your anniversary, which also happens to fall on her birthday (which you also forgot), but you didn’t close the front door all the way which allowed her cat to run out and get hit by a car.