Hey, broke asses, I have some bad news. This is the last time I’ll write The Unemployment Chronicles—FOR NOW. A writer and editor by trade, I also enjoy waiting tables, and that’s what I landed a job doing this week. Is it furthering my career? Not really, but it is

Ok, fine, I’m writing about another show that I’m playing. But it’s not my fault that I happen to be playing at the Great American Music Hall (eeeeeeeh!!!) this Wednesday, September 21st, with one of San Francisco’s all-time favorite folk rockers: The Blank Tapes. And to be fair, I’ve never

Even (or maybe especially) the brokest of asses need an occasional escape from the daily grind.  It’s times like these dreary, seasonally ambiguous ones that can inspire major ennui (symptoms: sighing in cafes, fixating on the idea of frolicking along Norwegian fjords or across sun-drenched Spanish plains).  And what could

To be blunt: Project Bandaloop are insane. They are a dance company that create performances by suspending themselves from architectural structures and use the natural gravity to create the allusion of flight. These are true artists: they hang off the sides of skyscrapers for their art. That’s commitment to the

Tucked away on Chestnut Street is a real Mexican food gem. Generally speaking, Mamacita is a bit pricey for us broke folk. Their happy hour, on the other hand, is worth checking out. Happy hour, or la hora feliz, at Mamacita is fit for those of us with a hole

It’s the middle of September, which means it’s summertime and the livin’s easy in San Francisco. What are you going to do this weekend to celebrate those long awaited rays of golden light  finally shining down to warm your skin in the city otherwise covered in fog? How about lounging

Getting rid of your car is one of the most liberating things a Broke-Ass Mom can do. It may not be possible in all cities, towns, countries, etc, but if you can free your mind a little, you’ll be sure to free up your wallet. According to an annual study