Growing up in Marin County, I developed a gradual, itching awareness that I wanted to be elsewhere, namely San Francisco.  As a child, I remembered fondly the trips to the city with my parents, to see Kronos Quartet perform at Stern Grove or to watch one of the films at

By Jillian Robertson I spotted my first cluster of graffiti tags blocks away from the gallery, a few names rendered in oversized, colorful script.  Their colorful highlights and strategically placed shadows making them to appear to popout from the wall they’d been sprayed on. The graffiti and street art, which I

Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. Monday, bloody Monday. Not sure about you, but I need a major distraction from reality today. So, I have decided to spend the day embodying Bloody Maria – a graphic

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about

*I’m talking to myself, too. Aloha, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a while, I know, omg whatever, but I’m still in LA and it’s almost been a whole year – a thought that has this kind of affect on me where I’m like “Trippy, man” but also “Not-so-trippy, man” because everything

 This is what I look like when I’m moving. Or, drunk. Or both. I haven’t written anything in a while because I have been moving. And maybe drunk? Perhaps a giggly combination of the two. But I’ve been happy, too, which always makes spilling my guts onto the internet a

Thanks to our fearless leader in Sacramento, it will probably be some time before we ever see that magic bullet train become a reality, if ever. Until that point if you need to make the trip between LA and SF, your options are pretty standard and not always that cheap.