Having just embarked on a road trip of epic proportions (San Francisco, to Vegas, to LA and back again in three days flat) I have gleaned a few tricks of life on the open road.  I would like to share them with you.  Here.  Now.  Go. Breakfast of the Continent

**MINOR SPOILER ALERT FROM LAST NIGHT’S MAD MEN** The departure of Don Draper’s secretary, Allison, that we could see coming from a million miles away on the latest episode of Mad Men got me thinking about how horrifying it would be to date or have relations with someone at work.

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

We’ve all been there. I was there this morning. That special, upsetting place that exists in the early morning — probably on your floor — where you wake up disoriented, groggy and with six missed calls indicating the necessity of your presence at a place where you obviously are not.

WTF IS A MOVING KIT AND HOW DO I ACQUIRE ONE I am in the process of packing up my entire apartment and goddamn, it is terrible. I’m predestined to be horrible at packing because I’m naturally horrible at organization. You might think that’s a personal choice of mine, but

When I was in Las Vegas last weekend, the thing I could not stop obsessing over, apart from the buffets and 99-cent margaritas, was alllll the breast implants. It was like a breast implant convention. And I guess most of America is used to this, but I was somewhat alarmed.

I found myself in Ikea the other day, on the hunt for light bulbs and free air conditioning. That place is hellhole ‘“ despite temperatures that nearly qualify it as a blast freezer ‘“ because of its roving clusters of flustered parents with screaming children and its goddamn monopoly on

This might sound like one of those late-night TV commercials where the guy in the question mark suit just yells at you about how the government owes you money, but it turns out there might actually be some cash floating around out there in the ether that actually belongs to

I hate the word ‘œstaycation.’  Hate it!  I do, however, like the concept.  Obviously broke, unwilling to charge one more thing on my credit card, and in desperate need of a break, I opted to take my vacation last week in the town where I live. I tried so hard