This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. I’ve made some tiny updates. The last time San Franciscans talked this much about Oakland was in 1906. The City was ablaze and 100,000 residents fled across San Francisco Bay, many never to move back to San Francisco.

We have locals kicking gentrification arse, the shakeup of a landmark publication, the best possible outcome in the Permit Patty situation and a president that just went balls-deep in diplomacy destruction. Let’s go. Around the Bay Hasta Muerte Puts Down Oakland Roots The building Hasta Muerte Coffee leased from was

Highway 101 blows a continual load of cars onto a zone of central San Francisco difficult to define. Not the Mission, not QUITE the Castro, nor Hayes Valley (although realtors would disagree with that), and not precisely the newly-minted “Mid-Market” either, it’s an odd knot of sinew connecting a variety

I saw this image on my friend Tuffy’s Facebook page. He had taken it somewhere in the Mission and decided to share it. I thought “well this is gonna stir some shit” and then posted it on the Broke-Ass Stuart FB page. I had no idea just how much shit it would

“You had a life that you loved for so long. You had a life that loved and now it’s gone.” So ends “Gone Songs,” the first track on Rent Control, a solo, concept album by singer, guitarist, sound engineer and long-time San Francisco resident, J. Kick. That startling sense of loss

Get this — SF Mayor Ed Lee was once a radical tenants’ rights activist back in the 1970s. Yes, I said tenants’ rights activist. The same Ed Lee who currently presides over a stratospheric real estate boom that’s evicting unprecedented numbers of ethnic working class families and elderly people once dedicated his life to