Maybe it’s the fleas I think are roosting in my bed, the five to three shift, or the lessening effects of sustained caffeine intake, but fuck, December is hard. Everyone seems to feel it. It’s like things are funneling really suddenly towards the New Year, the same New Year that

There’s no dearth in San Francisco of bicycle part jewelry, crocheted caps, or fingerless gloves that look somehow like pandas. While I personally own two of those three items, I recognize that they’re only a tiny and too-cutesy subsection of what’s actually a huge and worthwhile movement in San Francisco

At the end of that bustling Irving Street strip sits Sakura, a tiny little Japanese discount store run by a husband-wife duo. San Francisco has made a snob of me, I realized while initially walking past the store. I’m so over ramen (now I just make a whole can of

Sometimes it just takes one off-kilter encounter to make you realize the need for a little break from city living. A week ago, I had my very own — major players included a truck blocking traffic, my bike, and an unexpected pig carcass being hauled across the street. It’s those