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Working From HomeWill Make You a Crazy Person
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. The only time I ever worked in an office was when I was 21. I had just moved to San Francisco for a summer internship at Bill Graham Presents and I spent three days a week there, making

San Francisco’s Famous Weirdness Isn’t Dead
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. The event described is actually happening again this Monday. Get your tickets here. I’m pretty vanilla. I mean, not for the mainstream, but by San Francisco standards, I’m not very kinky. I don’t need you to dress

Why Having Roommates is Integral to Living in The City
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis of

Forget the Walk of Shame, take a Stride of Pride
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I mean, I guess there’s some patriarchal bullshit involved, intimating that it’s shameful when a woman does it. But for as long as I can remember, the

Costumes on Haight is Closing
Updated at 12:15pm In a city where we jump at any excuse to frolic in strange outfits, is there anything sadder than the closing of a costume store? Especially one that is 25 years old? Yes friends, Costumes on Haight is unfortunately closing and this is sad news. It’s just

Stop pretending to like IPAs
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. There’s something I need to say. It’s a tough thing to do and takes bravery, but this has been weighing on my moral compass for far too long. It’s about time someone comes out with it and speaks

I live at the Corner of Needles and Diarrhea
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I live at the corner of Needles and Diarrhea. OK, those aren’t the real names of the streets in my SoMa/Mission neighborhood, but if our thoroughfares were christened after the things most prevalent on them, there’d be a