This article originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. I lived above Caffe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz for a couple years in college. Pergs, as we called it, was housed in an 1886 Victorian that had a wrap-around porch, where people would sit around all

So, you may think I’m lame, but (for now) I refuse to get a super-duper cool smartphone. People are always left with huge cartoon question-mark-eyes when I tell them that. I really just want to remain some sane human interaction with people– you know, an actual human relationship, rather than